Tainted Innocence
Chapter 9After dinner I set Riddick up in the living room with the remote to the vid screen to keep him entertained while I looked through some files my office had sent over. This is why I don't take vacations. Shit doesn't get done and if it does, it's all messed up.
The tension in my neck started as soon as I sat down. I didn't realize it until right then just how stressful work had become. The past few days couldn't be looked at as much of a stress relief but in a way it was.
Riddick seemed to bring out feelings in me that I haven't felt in a long time and it made me feel revitalized; brought back a sense of hope I thought was gone for good. Life didn't happen so we could just make it through each day, there was always something to appreciate.
I never though in a million years that I would have Riddick in my home, taking care of him, protecting him and actually wanting to. Things felt different to me now; the way I felt was different. In such a short time my perspective on life has changed. If doing this little favor for Darren got me killed, it wouldn't matter. I needed this. I needed someone to step into my life and completely shake it up, wake me up out of my daze.
Before I knew it I had gone through all the disks, made the necessary changes and finished everything up. My thoughts kept me distracted from the time and an hour later, I was through…amazing.
I stood and stretched my arms up over my head to try and loosen the tight muscles in my neck and shoulders before wandering into the living room to see what Riddick was doing; he'd been pretty quiet this whole time.
When I came in he looked over at me, wearing this smoldering, dark hungry look in his eyes as his gaze traveled over my body. It sent pleasure spikes through my stomach and down to my crotch. The look was intense, so much that I could feel it brushing heavily over my skin as I took slow steps toward him.
He looked back to the vid screen, shifting uncomfortably on the couch and I came around to see what he was watching…whoa, naked people were on the screen. I didn't even know I got that channel. I looked back at him and watched as he licked his lips, the rise and fall of his chest, the nervous twitch of his fingers on his thigh. He was turned on to the point where I could feel it in the air, not to mention see it pressing hard through his pants near his twitching fingers.
My whole body suddenly went feverish at the sight. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, almost able to feel his hands all over me, feel his hard muscles against me, taste the sweetness of his lips but when I joined him on the couch I just sat there, admiring the view.
He quickly glanced at me, his eyes heavy lidded with desire, his jaw muscles tensing as he bit down. I moved closer then, and put my hand on his shoulder, moving it to the back of his neck and over to his other shoulder. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes when I passed his neck, inhaling deeply, which encouraged me further.
I put my other hand on his stomach and leaned closer, eyeing the vein in his throat, the smoothness of his skin, the movement of muscle as he swallowed. Riddick's hands were fisted at his sides, his breathing a lot rougher than when I first entered the room.
My hand slid up his chest to his collarbone, running my fingers over it before slipping beneath his shirt to feel his bare skin. I moved even closer until my breasts were pressed against his arm, inching closer to his neck until my lips grazed his hot flesh, settling over the thick vein, feeling his fast yet steady pulse thrumming softly against my lips.
There was a click sound as Riddick turned off the vid screen, the room suddenly quiet except for our heavy breathing. Riddick moved his hand to my leg near my knee then moved slowly upward, until there was nowhere else to go. I opened my mouth and sucked on his neck, up to just below his ear, growing dizzy from the taste of his skin.
He groaned quietly and rested his head back against my arm, squeezing my thigh in rhythm with my sucking. It was an explosive feeling all through my lower half at the sound of his groan; flipping a switch on in my body that sent a flash of liquid heat through my veins, making me shiver, making me want more.
I draped my leg over his and pulled myself up his body, straddling his knee as I took his earlobe between my teeth and bit down. He jumped slightly and moved his hand and because I had switched positions, he rubbed right against me sending a prickly sensation shooting down to my toes. I gripped him harder, crying out with pleasure; surprised by how sensitive I had become. It was then that Riddick discovered what made me feel good. So, he kept his hand where it was, using his palm to press against me.
I moved my hips a little, pushing down on him still sucking on his ear when I felt his hand on the back of my knee. He pulled on it, moving it until it rested on the other side of him, shifting beneath me so I was straddling him.
He removed his hand from between my legs and put both of them on my hips, pulling me down. His erection rubbed against me where his hand just was, becoming more effective in increasing the intensity of my desire and now his hands were free to roam.
I released his ear and sat up back a little, still dragging myself over him. My hands were on his shoulders holding tightly as I moved. With each movement, my nipples rubbed roughly over my cotton shirt making them painfully hard, drawing Riddick's attention to them. His hands moved over my breasts, squeezing them, rubbing his fingers over the hardened peaks. It was like I had no control over my body. It was feeding off Riddick, his hands, his lips, his entire body. I was just along for the ride but was thoroughly enjoying myself.
I leaned back in for another kiss, capturing his lips with mine; sucking on them, running my tongue over the sweet smoothness of them, coaxing another groan from deep within his throat. I was so caught up in the sound that I didn't realize that he was now pinching my nipples. Not too hard but just enough that I could feel the stinging sharp hot sensation. I looked down and watched as the material wrinkled and smoothed as he squeezed…released, and I noticed he was moving in rhythm with my every move. The harder I pressed myself onto his erection the harder he pinched. Riddick's mouth hung open slightly as he watched his strong fingers pulling at my nipples and I couldn't take my eyes off his luscious lower lip. But for some strange reason, I didn't move in for another taste; I pushed myself off his lap and stood up. His hands dropped to his lap, looking a little disappointed. I reached my hand out to him and he immediately took it and stood up.
Moving this to the bedroom seemed like a good idea and I didn't even need to drag Riddick along, he followed willingly. It was probably the longest walk I've ever taken. The hallway was dark and the only thing I could focus on was the warmth of Riddick's hand and his heavy breathing, although, it was kind of hard to hear over my own.
Once we made it to the bedroom, Riddick turned me around and pushed my up against the wall, pressing his lips hard to mine. Our hands were roving everywhere, touching everything we could get our eager hands on. His body was hot and burning through his clothes so I felt it necessary to relieve him of some of the discomfort. I gripped the bottom of his shirt and pulled up. He caught on and finished pulling it over his head and threw it somewhere behind him. My hands automatically fell to his chest, feeling his solid pecs, finding their way to his muscle cleavage before moving down over hard nipples, silky hair…all the way down to the waist of his pants.
I could feel Riddick's lips all over my neck as I tried to work the button and zipper but I wasn't getting anywhere so I gave up and went for my own shirt when I noticed that his hands were already up there, desperate to feel my skin. My breasts were out of my bra and he was pressing his palms against them. There was so much passion between us, so much need and desire that I wasn't fully aware of what was going on around me. I was afraid that I would be so swept away that I would miss out on the physical side of it.
Breathing wasn't as easy as it sounds but I did my best to slow it down, letting my hands fall away from Riddick's amazing body. He paused as well, sensing my hesitation. I looked up into his eyes and could see intense swirling colors, moving fast and making me dizzy. Neither of us wanted to stop, I could tell, but something made Riddick slow down and I was so grateful.
He carefully and gently brushed the hair away from my face and kissed me on the lips so sweetly it made me feel something different than what I was feeling only seconds ago. Riddick slowly helped me get my shirt off along with the rest of our clothes and it was him that pulled me over to the bed. We didn't get under the covers…they would just get in the way.
I was pretty sure that Riddick knew exactly what was supposed to come next considering his choice of viewing material this evening but he didn't take it that far. He was lying on his side, propped up on his elbow, dragging his fingers over my naked body so lightly I could hardly feel them. Each time his fingers made real contact I shivered. It was a feeling I could never explain, it's something you just have to experience.
I reached up to his face and he let my hand linger on his cheek for only a moment until he gently took my wrist and moved my hand back to the bed. I needed to feel him so bad it was driving my crazy but he wouldn't let me. His fingers continued to draw images all over my body, getting lower and lower each time and I actually had to close my eyes because the room started to spin. After what seemed like forever, Riddick finally slipped between my legs. I let out this long groan of pure relief and when he began moving his fingers I sucked in a breath and held it. It was like he was an expert but in a way it was his first time but it wasn't and I was feeling all confused about the whole thing so I tried to relax.
Sure enough, Riddick was bringing me closer to the climax I've been waiting for all week, the release I've been needing my whole life. But I didn't just want him to bring me to the edge while I was flat on my back completely motionless; I needed to feel his body against mine, needed to feel his warm flesh with my fingers. It was like he read my mind when I suddenly felt his warm breath on my cheek. I automatically turned toward him and our lips met in a moaning heated satisfying kiss. Everything slowed down until he broke away and looked down at his hand busily at work between my thighs. I snuggled into his neck, breathing hard, feeling his skin moisten with each blast of hot air. My whole body started shaking as I got closer to the end and I wrapped my arms around Riddick's shoulders, moaning quietly. His response to that was the release of this long deep sigh and it was like the ground dropped out from under me and I climaxed in a huge explosive flash of color and sound and feeling. I held on to Riddick like he was my anchor until the waves of pleasure eased up.
He slowly removed his hand and encircled me in his arms. I didn't notice until that point that he was breathing almost harder than I was and again I didn't notice until now that he had climaxed as well. Dammit, I missed out on that again. Maybe it wasn't something he was ready for. Some part of his mind wasn't ready to share something so intimate like that with me yet. In my selfish goal to have an orgasm, I wasn't aware of the intense pleasure Riddick was feeling. And to have climaxed without being touched? Maybe he was more in tune with his emotional and sexual side than I had figured. His mind was so open right now that he was more willing to accept any sexual feelings than I was.
Riddick moved to my other side and we got comfortable in each other's arms. I could hear and feel his heart beating against his ribs as I lay on his chest. It made him real and the sad reality is that this wasn't going to last much longer, I could feel it. Shit. I didn't want to remember that our time was short. Tears sprang up in my eyes and as they silently dropped onto Riddick's skin his head rose from the pillow and he looked down at me. I moved up to eye level with him and looked into his eyes, all over his face, trying to memorize every line, every curve.
"I'm scared," I simply said and it couldn't have been more true. What was I going to be without Riddick? "I don't know what to do." I didn't expect an answer but I could see some kind of understanding in his eyes like he knew this was going to end. What I needed to admit to myself and accept was that Riddick changed me. He made me real. He brought the real me out and made me believe in things again…especially myself.
I was feeling restless like I needed to get up and do something…anything and Riddick knew. The animal instinct told him I was about to run so he held onto me tighter and I didn't fight it. I molded myself to him and let the past week flood into my mind. All the images and feelings and thoughts and excitement. No one could ever take that away from me and I hoped that Riddick would remember it as well.
********Thanks to all the e-mails and the reviews. It's been a difficult time for me lately and it's good to know that people are still reading. I'm hoping that I'm getting back into writing thing and just so you know, the sequel has already begun. Yeah!