Third Life - Noelle Adams Page 0,62

mouth again to mouth that spot on my side that makes me squeal.

I do. It works every time.

Then he chuckles as he returns to his previous activity. This time he lets me come, and I make a lot of embarrassing sobs as I thrash my hips through the spasms of pleasure.

After that, I’ve had enough. I push him away and then push him over on his back so I can straddle him.

“Ah. We’re doing it this way, are we?” He’s smiling up at me with heat in his eyes and tenderness in the curve of his lips.

“Yes. We’re doing it this way. You were getting far too full of yourself, so I better be on top for a little while. Got to deflate that ego a little.”

He laughs again as he helps me position myself above him by holding his erection in place and guiding me down over him.

We both groan softly as he’s fully sheathed. I roll my hips just a little to adjust to the angle of penetration.

Then Richard picks up our previous conversation as if we’d never halted. “I hate to tell you, baby, but this position is doing nothing to deflate my ego. Just the opposite.”

I find the focus to check out his face and clearly see he’s speaking the truth. He’s staring up and down my naked body. My red, flushed face. My jiggling breasts. The place where we’re joined.

“I love to watch you ride me,” he murmurs thickly as I start to move over him, compelled by a deep urgency. “I love to watch you take exactly what you want.”

I make a little mewing sound as my speed accelerates. I close my eyes since the look in his eyes is about to do me in, but I can still feel him watching me. Feel everything he’s feeling for me.

I come on the realization, surrounded by his passion, his need, his ardor. Tears stream down my cheeks as I open my mouth in a silent cry, my back arched deeply and my head hanging backward.

When I’ve recovered from my release, I’m still rocking over him, slower and more rhythmically now. His eyes are still resting on my face. I smile at him, wiping away a few of the tears with my free hand.

My other hand isn’t free. At some point as I was working up toward orgasm, I reached out to grab for Richard’s hand. I was clinging to it as I came, and I’m still holding it now.

He brings it to his mouth so he can kiss the knuckles. “Gillian.”

He doesn’t say anything else. Just my name. I wait to see if he’ll add more to it, but he doesn’t.

He doesn’t need to. I lean over to kiss him, the shift in position causing him to slip out of me. It reminds me that he’s still hard, and he has been for a long time now.

“Aren’t you planning to come?” I ask.

“Well, I’d like to eventually, if you want to know the truth.” His tone is bone dry, and it makes me giggle.

“Then why didn’t you?”

“I thought you might not be done.”

“I am done. I want you to come now too. Do you want to be on top?”

He answers by taking hold of my hips and flipping us over. He kisses me deep and slow before he enters me again and starts to thrust. I’ve had enough orgasming for the afternoon, so I can focus on watching him as he slowly loses control, as his speed accelerates, as the tension on his face starts to break.

He’s grunting loudly to the rhythm of his motion when he freezes, cuts his head to the side, and then jerks against me as he finally lets go. He says my name as he comes. I hear it in the middle of the otherwise wordless moan of satisfaction.

I’m stroking his hair and face as his body starts to relax. He kisses me again before he pulls out and flops over onto his back with a groan. His hand fumbles on the bed between us until he finds my hand.

He holds it as we catch our breath and recover.

I get up before he does, mostly because I feel wet and messy and need to pee. When I return to the room, I pull a little gown out of my suitcase and put it on before I return to bed.

Richard has put on his underwear while I was in the bathroom, but otherwise he makes no sign of moving.

I cuddle up