Waves - Book #2 [completed]

27 ~ Acrophobia

Acrophobia
noun
Fear of heights

You know, I'm usually not a big fan of eating pussy. Not because I don't like it, I do, but because most of the time women make a huge deal out of it, worrying about body hair and looks and smell or taking too long to relax. Which is fucking insane. Guys don't focus on anything like that! Guys get off on getting a woman off. Period.

And Riley? No insecurity about her body in sight. Granted, it was dark and I couldn't see much, but still. I wished the idea with the flashlight on my phone would've hit me sooner so I could've watched her fall apart above me. For me. Because of me.

She's a fucking dream come true.

When she entered the bar wearing that skirt I met her in clinging to her tight body, I knew I was a goner. And the sounds and whimpers she makes when she orgasms? A fucking siren call luring a man into damnation. I'd follow it willingly and with a smile on my face because that would be the only acceptable way to go. I don't think I've ever been so satisfied by someone else's orgasm.

It took me some time to take her home after finding her ugly-ass shoes because she was still wobbly on her legs and I had to bite back my self-satisfied grin since I was torching light on our path and I didn't want her to see me laugh at her expense.

"Do you want me to carry you?" I asked when she cursed under her breath for the umpteenth time.

"Fuck no!" Was her hissed reply that made me only snort a laugh because ten steps later I was carrying her after all – piggyback style. My crabby girl temporarily lost her ability to walk properly due to an body-shattering orgasm. If that's no ego boost, I don't know what is.

She nuzzled my neck, peppering soft kisses across my skin that chased shivers across my shoulders and down my spine until I was ten seconds away from finding another tree.

I dropped her off in her bedroom and only refrained from climbing in bed with her because I knew April would be back sooner or later. I spent a few seconds admiring her flushed face, being proud that it was me who pleased her and made her unravel so completely. I pressed a searing last kiss to her lips and whispered a gravely good night. But she didn't want to let me go. She held onto me until I chuckled and placed a last kiss to her nose, manually uncurling her fingers from my t-shirt.

I had a massive, painful stiffy when I closed the door to my room behind me. Leaning against the door, it took me about two pathetic minutes to come all over my hand and abdomen. And after cleaning myself up, it took only three more minutes for me to fall asleep and dream of Riley's moans all damn night long.

Waking up from a deep, satisfying slumber, I hear clattering from the kitchen. Sitting up, I rub the sleep from my eyes. Shit, I feel ten years younger than yesterday, energetic and fucking good. Who knew that someone else's pleasure could make me feel so relaxed and sated?