"Mmm…"
It started as a breath, a hum, a sound that escaped Jade's parted lips before she could stop it. All she could do now was lt under Riley's touch.
His kisses were hot—urgent yet teasing—and his hands were wild, yet impossibly precise.
It was like they moved with instinct, guided by so invisible thread that led them to every place she secretly wished to be touched.
His lips moved over hers with practiced intensity, his tongue sweeping inside her mouth with deep, heady strokes that made her toes curl.
One of his hands tangled in her hair, pulling her closer, the other trailing down her spine to her waist, then her hip, like he was tracing her outline from mory.
The kiss lasted what felt like a lifeti—slow, greedy, and utterly consuming—until her lungs burned for air and her skin tingled with need.
But Riley wasn't done.
"Riley…" she gasped, breathless and trembling, as he began to move lower. His mouth left a trail of wet heat along the curve of her jaw, down the column of her neck, pausing only to nip at her collarbone.
Each kiss, each flick of his tongue made her shiver with anticipation.
When he reached her breasts, he didn't hesitate. He cupped them with reverence, brushing his thumbs across her nipples before leaning in.
His warm mouth enveloped one, sucking gently, his tongue flicking across the sensitive peak while his fingers worked their magic on the other.
His touch was deliberate, devoted—as if he were savoring a treasure he'd waited too long to claim.
Jade whimpered, her fingers clutching the sheets beneath her. Her back arched into him involuntarily, silently begging for more.
She could feel her nipples tightening under his attention, growing stiff and aching as he teased and lavished them with care.
"Ahhh…"
She didn't have words. Only sensation. This was new—every kiss, every stroke, every touch. She'd never let a man do this to her before.
She had always imagined it would be awkward or overwhelming, but with Riley… it was sothing else entirely.
Her body responded to him like it had been waiting just for this. Her thighs pressed together as wetness pooled between them, slick and hot and needy.
Her skin burned, hypersensitive, every nerve buzzing as if her entire body had blood under his touch.
She felt beautiful. Desired. Worshipped.
Riley looked up at her then, his eyes dark with hunger, but full of sothing softer too—sothing that made her chest ache.
Love? Maybe.
Or sothing close enough to make her feel like she mattered more than just in this mont. Like she wasn't just a body, but a woman being cherished, seen, and known.
"Is this what it feels like to make love?"
The thought floated in her mind like a feather on the wind.
She'd never experienced anything like this before, never even co close. Riley was the first man she'd ever opened herself to in this way, and as far as she was concerned, he would be the last.
She didn't want anyone else. No curiosity. No craving. Just him.
Riley.
The way he touched her, kissed her, explored her—it was like he already knew her body better than she did. Like he had morized her before ever laying a hand on her. She felt lucky.
No—blessed—to have him. To have this.
Jade moaned again, softly this ti, her voice like a song carried on the night air. It wrapped around Riley, wrapping around his desire, fueling it. Her sweet sounds made his breath catch, his body tighten.
Every moan, every sigh from her lips made him harder, more desperate to please her, to give her everything.
He wasn't rushing. He wasn't taking. He was giving—slowly, deliberately—drawing her out, making sure she felt every ounce of pleasure he could offer.
And Jade?
She was ready to give him everything in return.
"Ohhhh…"
Jade's moan spilled into the air like a whispered secret carried on the wind.
The sound was soft and sweet, yet powerful in the way it shaped the atmosphere—slow and sultry, like a lody ant only for Riley's ears. It wasn't just pleasure—it was surrender.
Any other man would have lost himself hearing those virgin moans. Would have taken her right then, driven by primal instinct and impatience.
But Riley was not like other n. He wasn't here to simply take—he was here to give. To worship. To make her feel like the only woman in the world.
He was her first, and he intended to be unforgettable.
He moved with the careful grace of a man who knew the weight of the mont. Each breath, each kiss, was laced with intent.
He knew his body well—especially the part of him that strained painfully beneath his jeans, thick and hard and aching for her—but he also knew Jade. And he knew that this night wasn't just about lust.
It was about trust.
He kissed his way down, slow and reverent, his lips brushing over her ribs, her stomach, her hips. Her skin was warm and silky, and every part of her quivered under his touch.
She was breathing hard now, her fingers curled in the sheets, her eyes fluttering shut as if trying to hold onto the mont—trying not to fall apart too soon.
Then he reached her center.
Riley paused, exhaling softly, his mouth just inches from the source of her heat. Her pussy was flushed and pink, glistening with her arousal—so wet, so open, so eager.
A pearl of slickness slid from her entrance, and Riley watched it for a heartbeat longer, srized.
He wanted her more than he had ever wanted anything, but he wanted her comfortable first. Ready. Craving him.
He looked up, needing to see her face.
Jade's eyes t his, wide and dazed, her lips parted. Her thighs trembled slightly, splayed wide for him in beautiful surrender, but there was no fear there. Just breathless anticipation. Trust.
And sothing deeper—sothing tender.
That look alone could've undone him.
She was so beautiful it hurt. Her innocence wasn't just in her untouched body—it was in the way she looked at him, like he was her whole world. And maybe, in this mont, he was.
Riley lowered himself, finally letting his lips brush against her folds. Jade gasped, a soft cry tearing from her throat.
"Riley…" she whispered, her voice laced with awe and need.
And then, "RILEY!"
Her moan shot up in pitch, pure pleasure tearing through her as his tongue t her clit with a slow, deliberate flick.
He took his ti, learning every reaction—how she tensed when he flattened his tongue and licked long and slow… how she whimpered when he circled her clit just right… how her hips bucked when he suckled gently.
Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging, grounding herself as waves of pleasure rolled through her.
He moaned against her, the sound vibrating through her core. Her taste was intoxicating—sweet, slick, addictive. He devoured her like a man starving, but he never lost control.
Every movent was precise, every intention clear. He was there to make her fall apart in the most beautiful way possible.
Jade was unraveling.
Her thighs trembled, her toes curled, her back arched off the bed. Her body didn't know how to handle this. It was too much, too good, too perfect. She had never imagined anything could feel like this.
She didn't feel embarrassed. She didn't feel awkward. With Riley, she felt safe.
Her moans grew louder, more desperate, her voice raw and unfiltered as she neared that inevitable edge.
Her body was on fire—heart pounding, skin flushed, legs wrapped tight around Riley's shoulders as if she could anchor herself to him and never let go.
And still, he didn't stop.
"R-Riley, I—"
Her voice cracked, her hands clutching at his hair, her stomach clenching as the pressure built.
"I think I'm—"
She couldn't even finish the thought.
Then it hit her.
Her entire body shuddered, her climax tearing through her like a wave crashing against the shore. She cried out, head thrown back, back arched as her body spasd with intense, overwhelming release.
Riley didn't move—he stayed with her, holding her, his mouth gentle now, soothing her through the aftershocks.
Only when her body relaxed, when her legs slid down from his shoulders and her fingers loosened their grip in his hair, did he finally lift his head.
Jade lay there, breathless and dazed, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. Her skin glowed. Her lips were swollen, her eyes glassy with satisfaction. She looked like a goddess in the flesh.
Riley crawled up her body slowly, carefully, brushing her hair back from her face. He kissed her—softly, tenderly, letting her taste herself on his lips.
"Tasty," he whispered. "You are delicious, Jade."
Jade could only stare at him, her heart full, her body warm and trembling in all the right ways.
She didn't know how she'd gotten this lucky… but she never wanted this night to end.
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