Page 84 of Outshone
He removed his pants and gripped himself. “At this point, I’d settle for staring at your lovely body while I stroked myself.”
Frowning, I crooked my finger. “I would not like to settle for that tonight.”
A noise had him tilting his head. “Well, we don’t have much time, so sadly, this will need to be quick.” Jumping onto the bed, he crawled up my body, dropping kisses along my stomach and between my breasts as he moved. Once positioned over me, he smiled, a dazzling, beautiful smile, and said, “Quick doesn’t mean unpleasant, though.” He reached down and stroked between my folds, moaning at how wet I was. Pumping his fingers into me quickly, he built the pressure and then right as I was about to orgasm, he removed his fingers and thrust into me. Immediately, I threw my head back and orgasmed. Had we not needed to be quiet, I would have screamed.
Leaning down, he kissed my neck, flicked his tongue across the sensitive skin, and nipped me rapidly, all in time to his thrusts.
“Riddick,” I whispered, my fingers digging into his back as I matched his thrusts with my own, adding even more friction and pleasure.
His speed increased and thrusts grew harder. I tried to match him, but as my orgasm hit, I could only hold on and try not to pass out from the pure bliss that shattered me.
He grunted and dropped his head down as he found his own release, our bodies sweaty even from such a short encounter. “Shower time,” he whispered and scooped me up.
“Then you get to help me pack,” I said.
He sighed dramatically. “I suppose I can help with that next.”
Our shower was quick and it only took us another ten minutes to finish packing the suitcases. When we got back downstairs, Lily was already asleep, passed out on the couch while Branson and Triston continued to watch episodes of her favorite show.
“You realize she’s asleep, right?” I asked as I sat between them.
“This is a really good show,” Branson said.
“The dad’s pretending to be one of those claw machines from the arcades and making them do chores around the house to win back their own toys. He’s freaking brilliant,” Triston said.
I watched the show with them and found myself also engrossed in the short episodes. Caleb joined us a bit later, hair wet from a shower, and asked, “What are you all doing?”
“Shush!” we all shouted and returned to the show, watching an episode that was hitting close to home about me not feeling like a good enough mom.
“Why is everyone crying?” Lily asked as she sat up and rubbed her eyes.
“Come on, cub, it’s bedtime,” Caleb said and scooped her up. She shivered and tried to burrow into him. “Do you want the bed or the hot rock?”
Since she was a snake, we’d done our research and found that they often liked warm rocks to sleep on, so Caleb had had a large one designed and built inside of her room.
“Rock,” she said and shifted into her snake form, curling around his arm with her head resting on his open palm.
“She’s so cute when she curls around your arms like that,” I whispered.
“Speaking of cute,” Branson said and picked me up in a bridal carry. “It’s also your bedtime.”
“I don’t want to,” I whined in an overexaggerated tone. “I’m not sleepy.”
He rolled his eyes. “Your head is going to hit that pillow and you’re going to pass out.”
“Says the one who will be snoring faster than I can even get into the bed,” Triston countered.
“Hey, we’re not talking about me,” Branson growled.
“Does someone have an alarm set for tomorrow?” I asked and yawned.
“Yes, Riddick and Caleb both have alarms,” Triston answered, and yawned. “Dang it! You’re making me yawn.”
“It’s not my fault they’re contagious,” I mumbled. My eyes were growing heavier the farther up the stairs we went, so I leaned my head against Branson’s chest and closed my eyes. “Thanks, Branny Boy.”
“Anything for you, Em.”
“Even truffle hunting?” I asked. I’d forced him to go with me truffle hunting one day and he’d sworn never to do it again.