…RILEY…
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A sharp gasp tore from my throat. My head fell back against the wall with a soft thud. My eyes fluttered shut, then opened, finding his in the mirror.
Watching him touch me, watching his hands on my body, was its own kind of exquisite torture. Bright pleasure, arced from my n*****s straight to the aching heat between my legs.
I couldn’t stay still. I ground my hips back against him, a slow, deliberate roll that made him hiss through his teeth. The friction was insane. I needed more.
My hand slipped between our bodies, my fingers searching. I found the hard length of him straining against his zipper. I palmed him, feeling him jump beneath my touch. A moan built in his chest, a deep, resonant vibration against my back.
“Riley,” he warned, but it was a plea.
I fumbled w
