Kate Hoffmann - Riley

When Nan began to work on the button on his jeans, he decided it was time to dispose of her dress. He reached down and grabbed the hem, then pulled it off over her head, leaving her in just her lacy underwear.

Everywhere he touched was a new experience, each delicious curve and limb a revelation. Riley had always loved the female body and its ability to spark his desire, but there had never been such a deep need before. Though they’d only known each other two days, he was keenly aware of the connection growing between them.

When she’d finished with the zipper of his jeans, he kicked off his shoes. Without a pause, Nan slipped her palms beneath the waistband and skimmed the faded denim down over his hips. Finally, she broke the desperate kiss between them and smiled up at him.

“Better?” he asked, unable to keep from grinning himself.

“Much better.”

“If I’d have known this was appropriate dinner attire, I wouldn’t have bothered getting dressed at all. I could have walked up here starkers.”

“You’ll have to try that next time,” she teased. Nan ran her hand down his chest, letting a finger hook the elastic of his boxers. She gave it a snap. “We’re all undressed and no place to go.”

“Oh, I think I know where we can go,” he said.

She laughed. “I’ll race you.” With that, she turned and ran toward the bedroom. It took him two quick steps to catch her around the waist. Riley picked her up off her feet and carried her into the bedroom, then tumbled onto the bed with her. Then he remembered the condoms he’d put in his jacket pocket.

“Bloody hell,” he muttered. “I’ll be right back.”

“Where are you going?”

“For some necessities,” he said. When he returned, she was stretched out on the bed, her elbows braced behind her. He held up the string of five condoms. “Wouldn’t want to be without these,” he said.

She arched her eyebrow. “Only five? Stingy boy.”

“Cheeky bird,” he countered. Riley jumped onto the bed and stretched out above her, pinning her hands on either side of her head.

He’d been hard since he’d pulled off her dress and now, his shaft pressed against her hips, fully aroused and ready. Leaning in, he softly touched his mouth to hers, then tasted more deeply. Slowly, he thought to himself. They’d already raced through the first part of foreplay and he wanted the anticipation to last as long as possible.

But Nan had other ideas. She twisted beneath him as he kissed her, trying to free her hands and creating an irresistible friction between their bodies. He moaned as her hand finally slid beneath his boxers.

Riley wanted her fingers wrapped around him if only to experience the sensations her touch created. He grabbed her waist and rolled her on top of him, giving her complete freedom to do what she wanted.

“No more clothes,” she whispered, reaching back to unhook her bra. Taking her cue, he tugged her panties down, but they got tangled between them. She stood up on the bed, then slowly drew them down, watching him with a teasing smile.

“You are very naughty,” he said.

Nan pointed to his boxers. Chuckling, he pulled them off, then tossed them to her. “Better?”

She let her gaze slowly drift down the length of his body, then back again. “Yes. Much better.” As she dropped back down, straddling his hips, Riley couldn’t help but wonder if she were deliberately tormenting him. Everything she did seemed designed to push him closer and closer to the edge.

He spanned her waist with his hands, holding her still as she leaned down to kiss him again. She had the perfect body, made for his touch. Everything fit, everything worked. She shifted above him and he nearly slipped inside of her.

Groaning, Riley reached out for the condoms, but she took them out of his hand and tore one of the packages open. With deft fingers, she smoothed the latex over his shaft. And then, she was above him, wet and ready.

Riley wanted to slow down, but Nan would have none of it. Slowly, she took him inside her, inch by inch, until he was completely buried. A sigh slipped from her lips and she closed her eyes. Riley watched her and waited for her to move again, but she seemed content to revel in the quiet power of their joined bodies.

When she began to move, Riley groaned, drawing her into a long, deep kiss. But the taste of her mouth was not enough to distract from the feel of her body surrounding him. Nan seemed to follow her instincts, moving with him and then against him, as they both moved toward their release.

And then, she was there, tensing above him, her head thrown back, her eyes closed. Her body stiffened before she dissolved into soft shudders of pleasure. Riley held back, watching and waiting until she was nearly spent. He drove into her, holding tight to her hips.

His orgasm hit him like a bolt of lightning, electrifying every nerve in his body. One moment, he was rational and aware, and then the next, he was lost in an exquisite release. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through him.

When it was over, he opened his eyes and found her looking down at him, a satisfied smile twitching at her lips. With a lazy groan, she stretched out on top of him, nuzzling her face into his chest. “Forget about dinner,” she said. “I’m not even hungry anymore.”

“Maybe if we just rest a bit we’ll regain our appetite,” he said.

“For sex or food?” she asked, looking up at him.

“Sex. And then maybe food.”

“Or food and then sex,” she suggested.

“So you’re hungry?”

“Famished,” she said.

“Then I think we’d better take care of that right away.”

BETWEEN THE SEX and the food, Nan wasn’t sure that there was anything else in the world she required at the moment. After an hour of lying in bed, recovering from their rather impetuous encounter, Riley decided he needed nourishment.

They laid out an erotic picnic in the middle of Nan’s bed, the tangled sheets serving as their table linens. Nan prepared two bowls with the pasta and sauce and Riley opened the wine and filled two coffee mugs.

Sex had always been such a nerve-racking experience in the past. She’d always wondered if she was doing everything she was supposed to do, whether she was pleasing the man she was with. But with Riley, there were no questions. It all felt perfectly natural.

Was this normal? Nan wondered. Had those others simply been the wrong person at the wrong time? Or had her inhibitions held her back from really enjoying herself?

“This is really good,” he said, twirling the spaghetti around his fork.

“It’s not,” she said. “I’m not much of a cook. Pasta is the limit of my gourmet skills. But if you add enough Parmesan cheese, anything tastes good.”

“We don’t serve pasta at the pub. We’re meat-and-potatoes kind of guys.”

“Meat and potatoes and more potatoes,” she said.

“Yeah, well, if you can’t decide what kind of potato you’d like with your meal, we give you three choices on the plate.” He pointed to a basket near her foot. “Can I have more of that bread?”

“I was going to make garlic bread, but I thought it best to leave off the garlic.” She sent him a coy smile. “I thought we might be doing some kissing.”

“And heavy breathing,” he said.

Riley set his bowl down and reached out to grab her foot, gently massaging it. “I thought this was going to happen, but I didn’t think it would be quite so…intense.”

Nan breathed a silent sigh of relief. He’d been pleased. The five lovers she’d had in her life hadn’t been particularly adventuresome when it came to sex. But she’d decided before Riley arrived that she wasn’t going to let anything that happened in the past get in the way of what she wanted with him.