La Vie en Rose {Life in Pink}

  Her smile was warm and comforting as she cupped a hand over his jaw. “You won’t ruin anything, Riley. I promise.”

  He glanced down. She was lovely, like some sort of centerfold for vintage lingerie, in her plain Jane white cotton bra and panties. Something about the simplicity of her undergarments undid him. She was so no-frills, so unquestionably stunning in her own right, more delicate than any lace, and softer than any bow, she was the real thing.

  His hands shook with the magnitude of the moment. Once he touched her body it could never be undone. He needed her to understand how important she was to him, that he never got this nervous with other women.

  He tried for something romantic. “You take my breath away, Emma. I think you’re really...great.” Not quite what he imagined, but he wasn’t a poet.

  Her face softened as her lashes swept low. “Riley... I’ve never been with anyone that knows me the way you do. This probably should feel weird, but I’m totally comfortable with you. I’m not afraid.”

  She should be. Lowering his head, he pressed his lips into the wing of her collarbone and breathed. He was greedy for her scent, suddenly aware of how long he’d refused this desire silently building inside of him.

  His hunger was so potent it seemed impossible that it stayed hidden for so long. Letting it out was the best feeling in the world.

  She made the most girlie sigh as she arched into him, pressing her breasts against his chest. He wanted to feel her skin against his.

  “Take off my shirt.”

  Reaching for the hem of his T, she pulled, gathering the material until it lifted over his head and she tossed it away. Sliding an arm under her back, he raised her to him so they were chest to chest. Her heated flesh pressed to his in an intoxicating burn.

  His mouth kissed down her shoulder as he dragged the strap of her bra away. Nestling his knees in the space between her legs, he took his time kissing the swell of her soft breasts and tracing the edge of her bra with his tongue.

  Her breath turned sharp the more he teased, her hands needing his arms, as her tight nipples beaded against the cotton. They were lost in a rhythm so natural yet rare, every caress fueled their yearning, but never did they stumble, never did he overthink what he was doing. Instinct drove him like never before.

  Her fingers sensually combed through his hair. Easing back, he looked at her, committed her image to memory, finding her the absolute definition of beauty. Hair tousled, cheeks rosy, lips parted, eyes dark with desire, she was suddenly a threat to all of his control.

  She was stunning.

  He pulled back the cups of her bra and two petite peach tinted nipples hardened. His body throbbed as his mouth watered. She was perfect.

  Shoving the bra to her ribs, the straps slightly pinning her arms to her sides, he massaged her breasts, plumping them in his palms and rubbing the tips with his calloused thumbs. “Does that feel good?”

  “Yes,” she breathed.

  “You have amazing tits, Emma.”

  Her eyes flared and he wondered if he should have called them something else, something a bit more delicate. Breast wasn’t a word he typically said unless describing chicken. But they were tits and they were lush and full and he couldn’t quite think beyond getting them into his mouth at the moment.

  “Are you uncomfortable? Do you want me to take off your bra?”

  “No. I kind of like it like this.”

  Appraising the way the garment held her arms in place he raised a brow. “Really?”

  She nodded. He was fascinated by the steady rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed.

  Scooting up her body, he moved his legs to the outside of her hips and unsnapped the top button of his jeans. Using both hands, he pinched her nipples. “Do you wanna see me?”

  She licked her lips. “Yes.”

  He pulled at the tips of her breasts, stretching her delicate nipples until they were dark and engorged. “Do you want me in your mouth, Emma?”

  She swallowed, her breathing audible. A tinge of rose darkened her cheeks. Eyes wide, her lips parted as she gave a subtle nod and whispered, “Yes.”

  Well, Christ. Releasing her nipples, he unzipped his jeans and wrapped his hand around his length. He pumped leisurely and slid a hand behind her neck until she was sitting up. “Open for me.”

  Her lips parted and he eased the tip into her hot mouth. Sweet Jesus, the heat and suction was incredible. Innocent Emma’s sucking your dick.

  He shivered and nearly exploded. Not wanting to overwhelm her, or himself, he made a few quick dips, and eased back.

  Slithering down her body, he caught a pert nipple in his mouth and pulled. She nearly jackknifed off the bed, and he had to press her back down. “You like that?”

  “Yes.” She panted as he moved to the other nipple, teasing and playing, flicking the tip with his tongue then nibbling and pulling until she cried out.

  His hand slid over her panties and settled above the heated crease between her legs. Her arousal had left the cotton damp and he massaged her through the material as he sucked on her beautiful tits.

  “Riley, please.”

  “Please what?”

  “I want more.”

  Dirty, dirty girl. He chuckled, never expecting this sort of sexual verve from a girl like her. “I’m going to kiss you there, Emma. And I’m going to make you scream.”

  “Oh, God.”

  He slid lower, peeling her panties away with exquisite slowness. Distracted by the dimple at her knee, he spent a few moments kissing it. “Your legs turn me on.”

  “They do?”

  “Oh, yeah. Even your weird little toes. I wanna bite them.”

  Dragging his palms up her outer thighs, he savored the last moment wondering if she’d be shaved, waxed, or soft with a natural nest of blonde curls.

  Curls it was, neatly trimmed into a tidy strip of gold. He teased the fine tuft with the back of his knuckle and groaned.

  Seeing her arms were still twisted in the bra, he pulled the material lower and freed her hands, leaving the cotton around her nipped waist. She had a great body. It wasn’t boyish or bony. It was petite, but womanly, all compact feminine curves, soft and rosy, swelling at all the right places, and responsive to his touch.

  He bit the little pouch of softness below her belly button and she yipped in surprise. Nestling his nose against the soft patch of curls, he breathed her in, sharp and tempting, he couldn’t wait to taste her.

  Sliding back, he parted her thighs and—soft shades of pink. It was everything he’d imagined. Something inside of him shifted. His desire melded with implications and responsibility.

  So exposed, so vulnerable, he felt every ounce of trust she’d laid on him. He’d never forgive himself if he hurt her.

  Reaching forward, he gently parted her folds and teased her sex. “Are you sure about this, Emma?” Crossing this line was bigger than perhaps either of them realized. “We can stop if you want. It doesn’t have to be weird.”

  Her brow knit with confusion as she turned to her side, closing her legs and shutting him out. “You don’t have to go any further, Riley. It’s okay.”

  Frowning at the dejected tone of her voice, he reached for her chin. “Hey, what are you talking about? I want you. I just want it to mean something if we do this and I don’t want you to regret anything.”

  Her chin trembled as his words sunk in, relief evident in her eyes. Biting her lower lip, she whispered, “It means something.”

  “Good.” Dragging a hand under her hair, he pulled her mouth to his and kissed her. Her warm body curved around his as his hands explored and teased.

  She clung to him, arms wreathed around his neck, breasts smashed to his chest, as he eased her back and parted her thighs again. This time he wasn’t stopping.

  Gliding his touch to her center, he gently slid a finger into her heat. She arched and breathed against his neck as he delved deep, swirling in and out.

  “Riley,” she whispered as her grip tig
htened over his shoulders.

  Easing her to the pillows beside him, he dragged his mouth down her throat to her breasts as he continued with his fingers. Soft mewing sighs filled the room as she crested and her sex contracted in what was likely the most delicate climax he’d ever witnessed.

  He smirked. If that slight tremor was what she was used to, he was about to blow the doors off her house. Withdrawing his fingers, he brought them to his mouth and stole a taste. Heaven. Her eyes flared.

  Leaning over, he kissed down her soft tummy and parted her thighs, exposing her sensitive pink folds, caressing gently as she trembled.

  “Easy...” He lowered his mouth and she gasped.

  Sliding his middle finger into her sex, he closed his lips over her and sucked as he thrust his finger, deep and firm. Her hands knotted in his hair as her knees curled around his shoulders. Those soft little cries transformed into breathless sobs as he drove her higher and higher.

  Slipping another finger inside, he pressed deep as his mouth pulled tight, sucking her engorged bud hard, barely probing, and she shattered. Her cries broke like a wave of diamonds, shattering every bit of calm in a blinding display of beauty. Her body twisted in his grip as she came undone.

  Tipping back her head, she cried out his name. He swallowed, finding her response indescribably sexy. Soft ringlets clung to her throat as dew coated her skin.

  He licked at the perspiration between her breasts, pulling her onto him as he rolled to his back, wanting to hold her as she came back to earth. As she curled into him and shivered, he realized he needed to hold her as much as she needed to be held, perhaps more than he needed his own release.

  Time passed in immeasurable beats where he simply kissed her ear and played with her hair. When her mouth pressed into his shoulder he knew she was coming back to him.

  Her hand drifted over his abdomen and fit its way into his pants. He shifted, giving her room as her gentle fingers wrapped around his engorged flesh.

  She fondled him for several moments, her head resting on his shoulder as if it were the most natural thing in the world to touch him that way. Shutting his eyes, he luxuriated in the weight of her caress, the awareness that it was actually Emma’s hand making him tremble.

  Releasing him, she shifted and kneeled between his legs. “Let’s take these off.” She smirked as she gave his jeans a gentle but firm tug.

  He lifted as she stripped him. Tossing the pants to the floor, she settled between his knees and appraised his body. “You’re a big man, Riley.”

  He grunted with amusement. What guy didn’t like hearing that?

  Her dainty fingers curled around his flesh, burning in the most delicious way. “I’m not really good at this, so be patient, okay?”

  Those eyes. They were his undoing. Unable to form words, he nodded and watched as she stared up at him. Her lips parted and she guided him deep. Wet heat closed around his flesh as his hips reflexively lifted.

  She watched him as she lowered her mouth, gently taking more and more. His spine tingled and the soles of his feet prickled as fire rushed through his veins.

  Gently brushing the hair away from her eyes, he simply stared as she sucked him off. The unintentional eroticism of her stare would haunt him forever. It wasn’t about making him come or taking him deep. It was about the connection, and he felt it more in that moment than he ever had with anyone else.

  Her hand leisurely glided up and down beneath her lips. Saliva slicked her way as her motions turned bolder.

  “That’s it, Emma. You’re doing amazing.”

  His encouragement seemed to register as she tightened her grip and took him deeper. Her eyes closed and he immediately felt their connection sever.

  “No.” He rubbed a finger down her cheek. “I like when you look at me.”

  Her lashes lifted and her focus intensified. Deeper and deeper she took him, making him mad with need and lust. Her eyes sparkled as she watched him and he loved knowing she saw the moment he came apart, the moment she drove him to the edge of reason.

  Not wanting to shock her, he nudged her back as his climax erupted. She was breathing roughly, her awe-struck gaze focused on his hand as he trembled through that moment of ecstasy. It was as if she’d never seen a man come before.

  Reaching to the nightstand, he snagged a few tissues and hissed with lingering sensitivity as he quickly cleaned up the mess. Slightly self-conscious, he looked around the room, unsure what to do next. He was going to need a few minutes.

  Chancing a glance at Emma, he sucked in a jagged breath. The sight of her sitting naked with that plain cotton bra still twisted around her waist hit him like a bolt of electricity. His insides tightened as a rush of excitement left him dizzy.

  Her lips compressed in a tight smile. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

  Fear snuffed out his excitement. “Are you sorry?”

  Slowly, she shook her head. “No.”

  Thank God. Relieved, he blew out a slow breath. “Do you have a condom? I’m going to need a few minutes, but...we should probably have one on hand.”

  Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of rose than what she already wore. “I have some in my purse.”

  “You travel with condoms?” This surprised him.

  “I’m a new woman, Riley. You never know what the day might bring.” She laughed. “I’m also overly optimistic as the box hasn’t been opened.”

  She climbed out of bed and he swatted her plump little ass. “You better bring that ass right back, because I’m far from done with you.”

  Her smirk bloomed into a full smile, her upper teeth pressing into her full lower lip. “Okay.” She pulled the sheet free and wrapped it around her like a toga.

  “Emma.”

  She paused at the door. “Yeah.”

  “Leave the sheet. You don’t need it.”

  Her stare drilled into his as her smile froze. Carefully, she uncrossed her arms and let the covering fall away. Sweet, curvy hips jutted and nipped into a pert little waist as the sheet fluttered around her ankles. Her breasts hung like ripe fruit and he wanted to sip their nectar for days.

  “You’re exquisite.”

  Her gaze lowered to the floor as a flush worked its way down her throat. It wouldn’t always be this private in the loft, so it was fun taking advantage of their seclusion while they had it. As a matter of fact...

  Riley followed her into the living room and snuck up behind her. She gasped when he wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his naked body to hers from behind. Sighing, she relaxed into his hold as he kissed the back of her neck and he whispered, “I wanna fuck.”

  She stilled and he worried his words had upset her. Pulling out of his grip, she turned and faced him. The flash of royal blue foil pinched between her fingers caught his eye.

  She stepped back, sauntering deliberately, and lowered herself to the big chair in the living room. Draping one leg over the arm, she slid the ottoman out of the way with her foot, giving him a clear view of how aroused she was. “I’m all yours.”

  His jaw literally loosened from its hinges. Who was this girl? Her breast bore the rosy mark of his stubble and her delicate folds were still swollen and wet from their play.

  His body hardened as she raised her arms overhead and stretched. Her tits lifted, her nipples hardening and darkening as blood filled the tips.

  He swallowed. He couldn’t blink. “You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you, Emma?”

  She giggled. “Not usually.”

  That made it even better. “Just with me?”

  Her arms returned to rest on the chair. “Apparently.”

  Things just got interesting. “Is there anything you won’t do?”

  “I don’t know.”

  He grinned, a breath of laughter slipping past his throat. “Let’s find out. Touch yourself.”

  A mischievous smirk teased her lips. “Only if you do it too.”

  Not even a question. He grabbed himself and stroked, watching as she tr
aced a slow finger down the side of her breasts. “Touch yourself.”

  Her hand stilled, her gaze dropping to where his hand deliberately stroked.

  “Please,” he rasped.

  Her fingers dragged over her belly and settled between her legs. She teased her outer lips.

  “Is that how you masturbate?” he asked, still caressing his own flesh.

  “I don’t really masturbate.”

  “Liar. Use your fingers. Show me how you do it when you get off.”

  She stilled for a moment and he worried the game was over. Too far? A second later her finger disappeared between her folds as her body arched and her head dropped back. Her lips parted as she breathed and that petite finger pumped in and out of her tight pink folds.

  He strode to the chair, mesmerized. Standing beside her, he thickened under his own steady touch as she cupped her breasts, pinched her nipple, and continued to finger herself—graduating to the hottest girl he’d ever met.

  Licking his dry lips, he touched her cheek and her eyes opened. She seemed to read the plea in his gaze and understand his need. Rolling to her knees, she bent over the back of the chair and parted her lips. He stepped forward and gradually fed himself deep into her hot mouth.

  Those dark eyes widened as she moaned, long and needy, vibrating his flesh. He’d never seen a girl take so much pleasure from giving head. She sucked hard and he rose to his toes. “Don’t stop touching yourself.”

  Her hand disappeared under her soft body. She moaned as he thrust in and out, gradually increasing his speed. It was so much pleasure and still not enough. Faster, he pumped his hips.

  Her gaze remained soft as he touched her hair, scented her arousal. His hands cupped the back of her neck and he slowed, his thumbs tracing over her delicate jaw, as he pressed deeper. She took it, hummed, and begged for more.

  “So fucking sexy, Emma.”

  Her hand rubbed between her legs as her gaze appeared drunk with lust.

  “Make yourself come. Are you a dirty girl? Or are you a good girl?” The more he spoke the more excited she got. “Keep going until you come, dirty girl.”