Blended Ch 39

All the clothes come off in Riley’s room. Post-orgasmic Riley is lovey and compliant, but she recovers quickly, and with her strength comes agency and desire. Her body is driven by need, and she’s down for anything. Piper has never been with an athlete like Riley; she’s thin like Kylie, but firm in different and fascinating ways. Piper holds her close in the middle of the room, locked in a kiss. She makes it clear with her tongue that she’s in charge. Piper gathers her cock alongside Riley’s and squeezes them together, and Riley grunts, hungrily groping Piper’s breasts. She won’t take her hands off them.

Piper turns Riley so that she faces her mirror and gets close behind her. The sight of her reflection with Piper’s hands caressing her breasts gives Riley pause. Piper thrusts her cock between Riley’s slick thighs and rubs softly. The heat down there is intense. Riley’s hard cock occasional leaps feebly.

Piper thrusts her hips a little harder. Riley gasps and pulls on her own cock. She turns her head, then tries to catch Piper’s eye in the mirror. Piper reaches around for Riley’s cock and starts kissing her neck. Whenever her lips touch Riley’s skin, the penis expands in her fist, and Riley’s bottom tenses up adorably.

Piper can’t take it. She turns Riley again, kisses her, and grabs her ass with both hands. Riley shivers.

In bed, Riley moves with a strange, catlike, lust-fueled grace that Piper’s never seen before, but it drives her crazy. Riley isn’t teasing; she doesn’t know how. When she’s on all fours, that bend in her back is there because it’s what her body wants. When Piper’s inside her, Riley’s cries aren’t for an audience; this is just how she sounds.

Piper moves urgently but not quickly, her hands absently resting on Riley’s hips as she reverently studies Riley’s peachy ass. She should be varying her thrusts, playing with Riley’s hair, and mixing things up. Instead, she breathes like an animal and stares. Too quickly, she’s ready to finish. Piper doesn’t fight it. She speeds up, and Riley collapses to the sheets at just the wrong moment, killing the momentum.

Piper lies down flat on top and pushes her way back in. Breathing the scent of Riley’s hair, she sets her vanity aside and follows the needs of her body until she can feel her load overflowing from Riley’s pussy. She sags, limp and satisfied, on top of the panting redhead. Then she remembers her manners and bites Riley’s ear. Riley goes stiff and tightens. Piper wraps an arm around her and rolls her over.

“Whoa!” Riley finds herself on top, facing the ceiling. “Pipe—”

Still buried in her, Piper grabs Riley’s cock and yanks, hard and fast.

“Oh fuck! Ow! Oh! Fuck!” Riley shrieks, writhing. Her legs kick, and her pussy clenches as white ropes shoot into the air, then splatter all over her stomach and chest.

That’s all the energy that Piper has, and she relaxes with Riley’s nude, satisfied body on her like a blanket.