Rock My Bed by Michelle A. Valentine

up the taut muscles in his back as he rises up and kisses my mouth. His expert hands undo the hooks on my bra quickly, before he peels it off, letting it fall to the floor by our feet. He runs his hands down my sides and pauses at my hips. I suck in a quick breath as he shoves my underwear down around my ass before gripping my bare bottom. This only excites him further. His mouth flies into a fury, tasting every inch of my skin that he can. 
    Instead of taking the time to slide my panties down, he grabs one side and rips them at the seams. The loose, lacy material falls limply down my leg after a quick shove from Riff. 
    Riff growls against my skin as he grabs my ass and hoists me into the air. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around his waist as he balances my weight against the door and allow my fingers to run across the stubble of his recently shaved head. 
    He grinds his pelvis into mine and it’s almost more than I can take to know only a thin piece of fabric separates me from the relief that only he can give me. “Oh, god, Riff.”
    It comes out almost like a plea and I can hear the desperation in my voice for him to take me. 
    “Don’t call me that. Not in here,” he whispers roughly in my ear. “Call me Zach.”
    I’ll call him whatever he wants as long as he doesn’t stop touching me. Every move he makes is right, turning me on to the point of nearly losing my mind—so much for taking control of this situation. 
    I kiss his mouth feverishly while the head of his penis rubs against my sweet spot. “Take me, Zach.”
    In any other moment, I would’ve laughed at myself for sounding like a cheesy twit, but they’re the only words I can find that express exactly what I need. 
    I want him. Now.
    Zach growls as soon as his name leaves my lips and he turns us around and tosses me down on the bed. I prop my weight up on my elbows to get a better look. He grins as he shoves down his boxers, putting himself on full display for me. I stare at him, taking in his god-like physique. Full sleeves of tattoos proudly cover every inch of his impressive forearms. Muscle lines every inch of him and his chest displays a vast array of artwork as well. My eyes pass over his nipple piercings and land on a line of script directly over his heart. The name Hailey stands out boldly against a series of hearts. 
    It makes me stop for a brief second and wonder about the woman the name belongs to and if she broke his heart. I kiss his chest near the tattoo and he freezes. I peer up as he squeezes his eyes shut.    
    I reach out to wrap my hand around his erect shaft, but he grabs my wrist and bends down to kiss my lips. “You first.”
    He gently pushes my shoulders back and kisses a trail down my naked torso. My breath hitches when he hooks the underside of my knee and rests it on his shoulder. His tongue darts out of his mouth, licking his way to my core.
    His masterful mouth works its way around my folds, teasing me with every flick of his tongue. My arousal is out of control and when I reach the point of begging him to cure the ache that’s building in me, he sucks on my clit.
    The back of my head digs into the mattress as I arch my back and push my pelvis against his mouth. “Yes! Ohhhh.”
    My words are breathy and I probably sound like a lame porn star attempting to put on a good show, but I don’t care. It feels too damn good to keep quiet. 
    An intense tingle spreads from where his mouth works diligently to the tips of my toes. Zach continues to work his magic until my legs shake and I scream out his name. 
    My entire body relaxes as I attempt to slow my breathing down. “That was amazing.”
    He grins devilishly as he crawls onto the bed beside me. His lips meet mine and I can taste myself on his lips. Even though I’m still feeling the euphoria of orgasm, I can’t wait to see what else this night will bring. I know it’s only just begun.
    His hard length presses against my thigh as he leans in and kisses me