"Am I really turning you on that much?"
He could only nod, his breath ragged and raw.
"Do you like the way I feel?"
She decided to be bold and reached down to stroke him, his manhood hard underneath the fabric of his shorts.
"Fuck." He pulled away and stepped back, his hair wild, his eyes deep dark pools. "Get your underwear off now," he demanded before stomping into his bedroom. "But keep your dress on!" he yelled out to her.
Wow, that was quite the change, and Lucy liked it. She really liked it and was more than happy to oblige him, stripping her panties off and dropping them on the kitchen floor. She looked up to see Ryan pulling his shirt off without any concern for where it fell. Then he stalked over to her, crushing his mouth on hers. She reached for him, letting her nails gently scratch his pecs, his bare six-pack abs. His whole body was lean and muscular, and it was driving her wild.
"Your body is amazing," he murmured against his lips.
"You haven't even gotten to the best part yet."
With one quick move, he freed himself from the confines of his shorts and boxers at once, pushing Lucy's hand lower. She wanted this. She wanted his body against her. She wanted the way he moaned with pleasure because of what she was doing to him. And more than anything, she wanted him.
"Ryan."
He gently moved her hand away and grabbed the condom he had dropped on the counter when he came back in. Some women didn't like this part, didn't like the way they had to stop for a man to put on a condom. But Lucy loved the anticipation, loved watching him roll it on. Most men felt self conscious about her reaction. Ryan wasn't most men.
"You like what you see?"
She nodded, watching his fingers work their way down his shaft.
"You want this?"
She looked up at him and realized he wasn't just talking about his cock. He was talking about him. All of him. All of this. Whatever hesitation she may have had before was completely gone now.
"I want it."
He gave her a dark smile and stepped closer, his hands sliding up her thighs until they grabbed her ass and pulled her closer, his cock teasing her wet entrance.
"Lucy?"
He sounded hungry and desperate and wanting.
"I want it," she murmured.
He thrust into her in one move, causing her to cry out in pleasure.
"Oh, fuck," he moaned against her skin. "You feel so good."
He stood there for a moment, his forehead pressed against her shoulder as his labored breath tickled her skin. But he just kept standing there.
"What are you doing?"
"You have to give me a second," he told her.
"Why?"
He moaned against her skin. "I'm not going to last."
"Don't care. You need to move."
She didn't realize how pleading and desperate she sounded, but it didn't matter now. Ryan's hands gripped her ass and he dragged her closer to him, pushing into her again and again, slowly at first until he couldn't hold himself back anymore. His thrusts got harder, and Lucy could feel the sweat on his body against her breasts, making her even more hot and bothered. Her grip tightened against his biceps, and she could feel the tension in them under her fingers.
His hand reached down and pulled her leg higher, going deeper and causing her to cry out, her back arching as she slapped her hands on the kitchen counter to steady herself.
