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Twisting so I can get the right angle, I slowly, gently, slide my hand under the waistband of his shorts. And then, my heart whizzing at triple speed, I reach lower. Trailing my fingers across his heated skin and down.
The moment my fingers graze along the velvety length, it grows, almost like magic. As I wrap my hand around his thickening length and tentatively stroke it, Rylan comes fully awake. “Charlie,” he breathes. “What are you doing?”
My confidence growing along with his arousal, I purr, “What does it look like?”
“Charlie, hun.” He sucks in a breath as I add a little more pressure. “I thought we were taking things slow.”
Still stroking him, I meet Rylan’s hungry gaze. “Is that what you want?” Then I pause, throwing off my inhibitions figuratively and literally, and yank off my nightshirt.
Where did conservative Charlie go? She’s somewhere over by the dresser, along with my discarded shirt.
“Charlie,” Rylan nearly chokes, his eyes dropping to my bare chest. He drags them back up to my eyes and grits out, “I was trying to give you time. With everything. I don’t want to rush you.”
Now that I’ve seen the look in Rylan’s eyes—almost black with desire and need, and he’s throbbing in my hand, velvety and slick and so hard—I find the courage to answer him. “I don’t need time. I need you.”
Rylan’s gaze burns into me. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
In a quick series of moves, his shorts join my shirt on the floor, and I’m rolled onto my back, Rylan bracing himself over me. I’m wriggling to get my panties off—not very sexy, I scold myself, need to buy something with more lace—and he growls, “Let me.”
And then. Oh my.
He shifts on the bed, moving down, lowering his head to the plain black cotton. Dipping down, he kisses the insides of my thighs, using his hands to spread me wider. His tongue trails along the dampening fabric, tracing the line of my opening folds, sucking and laving.
I’m clutching the sheets, my hips moving with a mind of their own. Rylan pauses, lifting his head to look at me. His features are all strong lines and angles, tight with need. But his eyes are softly concerned as he asks, “Is this okay?”
“Yes.” It’s more than okay. “But what about—”
“This first.” And he dives back down for more.
First lapping at me through the fabric, and then with nothing between us. His tongue flicking at my sensitive bud, then pressure, just enough to make me ache with need. One finger slides into me, long and thick with a hint of rough dragging at my inner walls. Another finger joins it, pumping slowly, drawing out and heightening my arousal.
Rylan’s other hand is on my belly, gentle but steady, holding me down. He sucks on my throbbing bundle of nerves and my hips jolt, I’m so close…
Small sounds are spilling out of me—moans and whimpers and little guttural noises I’ve never made before. I’m seconds away from exploding, but—
But I want to do this with him. I lever myself up to look at him. “I want you inside me first. Please.”
Deep green eyes meet mine. “I want to take care of you first, Charlie.”
“No.” I’m adamant. “For our first time, I want to feel you inside me.”
A smile quirks at his lips. “Well. Who am I to argue with you?”
And now he’s braced above me, all bronzed biceps and pecs and abs flexing, broad chest lightly dusted with dark brown hair. His features are hard, almost predatory, but his gaze—it’s impossible to look away. There’s so much there. Desire. Hunger. Affection. And something more. Something that calls to me.
Rylan lowers his mouth to suckle my breasts, teasing my nipples into hard points, while his thumb presses at my exposed nub, keeping me poised just at the edge. The sensations, my breasts, my core, the muscles fluttering in my belly, the electricity streaking through my body—
“Ry,” I gasp out. “I need you now.”
As he enters me, I could almost sob from the rightness of it.
How he fills me, his thick heat sliding against my sensitive walls. The absolute pleasure in my heart and my body when he plunges deep, bottoming out, pulses of pleasure radiating from my center. When he lifts my hips, canting them up so he can go even deeper, I cry out, a primal shout of need.
With Rylan buried inside of me, I feel complete.
Grabbing his shoulders, I urge him faster, and our bodies crash into each other. Both of us moaning, gasping, Rylan’s face like a statue, features pulled tight, all my muscles quivering in anticipation…
