Chapter 14 Spiked Up (6)
Rihanna's POV
Dictionaries have expounded the pure definitions of love. But it would never be truly explained in my lame words. Jeffery was magical in my eyes, defined in terms of an ethereal being, sweet, and a perfect gentleman. I on the other hand seemed to have fit into his ethereal realm. I was in love with Jeffrey Sanderson.
He led me to his secret domain, the rooftop of his father's hospital where I viewed the world yet anew. Stung by the magical yet blurred rays of lights.
"Remember our first meeting?" He asked behind me. He had me positioned between his legs, nestled comfortably in his cozy presence while my back was to him.
I wanted to give a wild bite to his neck while I let his hands explore my body. I wanted to learn and unlearn what enticed him. While I let my hands wander, I would never let go of his sweet suckling tongue. My breathing deepened as my imagination dwindled to a startling pause.
I scoffed, pulling the last strings of my morbid thoughts away. "We were enemies," I acknowledged.
"I tried to steer from your path. But I was curious after I'd caught a glimpse of you exchanging dresses with Jenny. Your body," he paused as I turned my head to meet his eyes.
His breath had hitched as well, his fluttering gaze wavered to my lips and my eyes. "How do you manage to wear all those heavy clothes even while in summer? I was angered. Jenny wasn't even helping matters, she cared less about you."
I marveled at his self-control, caring less for his words. We'd just taken some nice snacks and drinks and were basking in each other's arms.
"Truthfully, I wasn't comfortable in those clothes back then but all attention was supposed to be shifted to Jenny. That was the plan." I chuckled, recalling scenes from the past.
"So, you sneaked a peep at me back there, huh?" I dabbed playfully at his chest, turning towards him while striding my legs over his that we were interlocked by the groin.
He laughed. "It was only an accident."
"But you enjoyed looking at me," I tickled him.
He laughed again, his voice deep and sexy. "It never got out of my head, though. It made me pry into your life which made me notice you for who you truly are." His breath fanned my face.
I found myself, biting my lower lip as he reciprocated my act, tickling my sides.
"I'm in love with you, Rihanna Benet." He confessed for the umpteenth time, his eyes dwindling to dark shades.
Leaning in, he plastered my softness to his body, stuck his tongue into my mouth, and reached for my tongue. I hissed, sucking in a deep breath as I allowed him passage. Our tongues embraced, clothed by saliva and heat. I could feel his growing bulge, firm and hard as my head began to swoon.
"I love you as well, Jeffrey Sanderson," I returned his kiss, allowing his hand to slip my dress from my body.
His fingers flickered across my mounds, while his other hand worked my brassieres. He nibbled at my neck, his tongue tailing a long line. I shivered, I could feel the squish of my twat as he dipped his hand into my panties after peeling my pantyhose.
Then I ran my hands up his naked chest, eliciting exciting groans from him. Grabbing me with more force, he meshed my naked breasts to his chest once my panties were thronged off. Allowing himself to step out from his briefs and trousers while lying on my back, I watched as his elongated rod bobbed.
He was magnificent, beautiful as a demi-god, gifted in every proportional contour of a masculine man. "Let me ride you till the morning comes," he nuzzled me closer, spooning me from behind while his hands cupped my breasts.
I squealed softly as he impaled his shaft into my hole, kissing my neck as he thrusted in slowly. My eyes closed at the magnitude of his strength and his unexpected exercise of control. His pace quickened. Short, quick gasps but muffled sounds slipped out from me, my ample boobs swung and jiggled to every movement of his hardened thrusts. I was ebbing away on cloud 9, moaning into his hand which was placed over my mouth.
"You're so wet, Anna," he muttered.
Feeling less satisfied with having partial control of my body, he spun me around, allowing himself between my legs while his throbbing shaft rubbed against the entrance of my region. I bit my lip, sucking on it while his eyes flickered to my eyes. Gently, he pushed himself into my tunnel, wrapping my legs around him. My juices squished delightfully at his entrance, my muscle walls tightening around his meat.
I whimpered as he began to thrust in and out of me at a leisurely pace, pressing my legs up in the air to allow an easy assessment for his entrance. Lazily, he sank himself to the hilt. He held himself briefly while his hands explored my nutted nipples, then resumed his previous quips, enjoying the gasps escaping from my mouth.
"I love it when you gasp for me. I simply can't get enough of you," he leaned in, kissing my neck while continuing his lazy in and out.
I was close to rapture. My cervix tightened and pulsated as he began to pound furiously while holding my hands tied to my sides. Tapping his forehead to mine, Jeff signaled with an intense kiss that he was soon to cum.
I tried to pull free from his embrace, but he held me intact, pounding rapidly until the waves of ecstasy hit him. Ramming his last into me, Jeff let his thrilling climax approach, giving himself up completely to the moment.
"What if I have your baby? You weren't supposed to spill in me." I intoned.
He kissed my lips. "Then we can get married. You can have our baby, you're mine remember?"