But Riley did not stop.
His mouth journeyed lower still, planting kisses down the soft slope of her belly, tracing every curve as though he wished to memorize her entire body with his tongue.
Juliet's breaths grew shallower, quicker, her chest heaving as heat spread through her untouched depths.
At last, his kisses reached the very center of her pussy.
Juliet gasped aloud, her back arching off the bed as a shiver tore through her.
She was already dripping, her virgin flower glistening with the nectar of her desire.
Her untouched pussy throbbed and ached, oozing sweet love juices that stained the sheets beneath her.
She had never felt this wet, this desperate—her body was begging to be taken, every nerve screaming for him to finally claim her.
But Riley wasn't ready to give her what she thought she wanted.
He hovered there, breathing hot against her slick folds, letting his breath tease her while his eyes drank in the sight of her glistening innocence.
