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His head raised, watching me as he drove me upward again fast- too fast.
But before the waves could crash over me again, I lost his fingers as he sat back, his knees at the edge of the bed, and slipped his fingers inside his mouth, licking the taste off before reaching into the nightstand and pulling out a condom, making easy work of protecting us before his hands started stroking up my thighs, my sides, my breasts.
He curled over me, one arm sliding under my body and moving me until I was fully on the bed and, once I was, he came fully over me, bracing his weight on his arms.
My fingers slid up his arm, the side of his neck, resting just under his jaw, as his cock pressed against me and did a stroke.
Then, before I even felt him pull back and away, his cock slid inside me in one long, thick, slow stroke.
There was a slight burning pinch as he stretched me, unused to the invasion after so long, but when he pressed in to the hilt and stilled, his eyes on mine, bodies connected, nothing had ever felt more right, more perfect.
I had expected soft and sweet, like everything else had been between us.
But the second he was inside me and our eyes held each others- something seemed to overtake us at the same time. It was something wild, primal, desperate.
He pulled out and slammed back into me and my hips rose to meet him. Just hard at first, then both hard and fast. Our breathing went shallow, our bodies seemed to battle, both desperate for victory. My whimpers became moans that were loud to even my own ears and his silence became hisses and grunts of need as I started to tighten around him, as he got impossibly harder inside me.
He slammed forward one more time and the world went white for a second as an orgasm more intense than I knew was possible started where we met and exploded outward until it seemed to encompass my entire body. His name screamed from my lips and mine hissed from his as he buried deep, jerking upward as he came with me.
Again, perfect.
His head tucked into my neck, staying there for a long time while his breathing evened out. He pressed a kiss there before pushing up, eyes heavy, but assessing. "Okay?" he asked, balancing on one arm so he could brush a strand of my hair out of my face.
"No," I said shaking my head, watching as his whole face tensed. "Not okay. That's not even close to how good I feel right now," I admitted, smile as I watched him exhale hard and relax again.
"Let me up for a minute, honey," he demanded and it was about then that I realized my legs were crossed around his hips and my arms over his upper back.
I loosened my grip and he slid out of me, planting a kiss to my forehead before taking his feet and walking to the bathroom.
Alone, I scooted up the bed and slid under the sheets and comforter, rolling onto my side facing the bathroom door to shamelessly watch him walk back out a moment later, completely, gloriously naked toward me.
He got to the side of the bed, lifted the sheets, slid in, and propped up against the pillows. His arm slid beneath me. "Come here, Dusty," he said, his voice soft.
And, well, when a hot as all sin man went down on you, screwed you blind, deaf, and dumb, and then demanded you cuddle up with him, you cuddled up with him.
I practically flew at him and his arm wrapped around my lower back, holding tight as the other hand sifted through my hair and drifted lazily up and down my back.
"Alright, I think it's time," he said oddly, pulling me out of a dreamy, almost sleepy haze.
"Time?" I repeated, running my fingers over his coat of arms again, tracing the letters of his last name.
"Told you I would tell you about my scars and my past and my family," he went on, making me snap fully awake.
"Oh, right," I said, placing a kiss to his chest. "Okay. Lay it on me," I said, trying to be light because he had tensed a bit under me.
Whatever I might have been expecting, though, didn't even come close to the truth.THIRTEENRyanI never had to have the 'talk' before.
I didn't mean the relationship talk or the 'we're only fucking each other and you're on the Pill' talk or even the 'this isn't going to work out' talk.
I meant the truth about my lifestyle talk.
Because fact of the matter was, I either never had a woman around long enough that I needed to explain it to her or she just knew from the jump. My family's reputation wasn't exactly secret around Navesink Bank. And while we all did have legitimate businesses, had reputations other than the family business, fact of the matter was, we would always be seen as loansharks and loanshark enforcers before we would be seen as gym owners or jewelry store owners or tattoo artists.
