"Do you need help?" she mumbled against his lips.
"Just give me a second," he muttered.
His large fingers finally found the zipper pull and he yanked it down in triumph. He reached for the straps of her dress, trying to get them down, but they didn't budge.
"There's a tie back there," she told him.
He groaned in frustration. "Why are you making this so hard?"
"Don't blame me. That's how the dress was made."
He put his hands on his hips, his bare chest broad and deliciously on display for her. "Turn around," he demanded.
The way he said it made her spine tingle and she was more than happy to oblige. "Is this better?"
He didn't answer. Instead, she could feel his fingers on her bare back as he reached for the strap across her back and untied it. His hands glided under the straps of the dress to finally push it off of her shoulders, and the green dress fell into a pool of fabric at her feet. Ryan began kissing her bare back, his hands trailing down her skin before pausing on her black lace panties. His fingers squeezed her hips tighter as he pulled her against his hardness, straining against the zipper of his pants and tickling her back.
"Lucy, tell me you want this."
"I want this," she whispered. "I want you so bad."
He twisted her around in a move so quick that she almost lost her balance. But Ryan was there to hold her close as his mouth came crashing down on hers. He was hot now, his moves raw. He pushed her back until her knees hit the edge of his bed. Then he pulled away and she could see his eyes lit from the hallway light, pools of desire reflecting back at her.
"Get those panties off," he demanded as he set her down on the bed.
She liked this Ryan. She had seen this up at the cabin a few months ago. He wasn't some boy now or some young hockey player. He was a man with muscle and desire, and he desired her.
Lucy did as she was told, moving up higher on his bed as she shimmied out of her underwear. She watched as he walked away from her towards his nightstand and pulled open the drawer. He carefully undid his zipper and pushed his pants and boxers down, freeing his hard cock. Lucy was staring, she was sure of it, but she wasn't about to look away. The view was pretty spectacular. Ryan grabbed a condom from the drawer and ripped the package open. He turned and caught her eye, realizing she was looking at him.
"You like watching this, don't you?"
She could only nod, her mouth too dry to respond. She shouldn't have even done that because now he knew what she liked and he was teasing her, taking his time with her eyes on him.
He put his knee on one side of her legs as he climbed onto his bed. "I like that you like watching me."
He began teasing her with kisses on her hips, her belly, the valley between her breasts as he moved his way higher and higher. She arched her back, pushing herself against his mouth as she let out a low hum. She could feel his lips smile against her breasts.
"I like the way you moan for me, too."
He climbed higher, his mouth against hers now, his tongue teasing her lips. She opened her legs for him, feeling him hard against the wetness pooling there for him.
"I like the way you come for me," he murmured in her ear. "Do you want to come for me again?"
"Yes," she whispered.
Ryan lifted himself slightly above her, looking down on her with desire and want. He reached down, his warm hand pushing her thigh up, and with one quick move, he buried himself in her. Lucy gasped, her fingers tightening against his biceps. This is what she had wanted since she was with him up north. This is what she had been thinking about all summer while he was gone. Ryan was young, but he was experienced. That was a good thing. So good. He was an athlete — muscular and toned — and he moved above her with a strength that turned her on. He wasn't one of those guys who shaved his body either, and his chest hair teased her breasts every time he moved over her again and again. Lucy's hands tightened again on his arms before moving down his back, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pushed inside her. His hand moved up her thigh, gently grabbing it to give him a better angle as he worked his body against her.
"Ryan."
There was something about the way she said his name that had some sort of effect on him. He groaned in pleasure and then picked up his pace, going harder and harder with each move against her. She arched her back, trying to respond to his movements as they became more and more erratic, faster and faster as he pushed her closer. She didn't want this to end, but she knew once he pushed her to the brink of ecstasy, it wouldn't take much to knock her over the edge. She could feel the sweat under her fingers, the bed shaking underneath her. She wanted this with him so badly. He groaned again, grimacing as he got closer as if he was trying to hold out for her. But she didn't want that.
"Come for me," she whispered.
He did as he was told, speeding up as he pushed harder and harder, her fingers digging into his back as the waves of pleasure washed over her. Ryan followed her, burying himself in her one more time before his muscles tightened under her grip and he stilled above her.
Ryan was breathing hard, his chest brushing against hers as he tried to regain some semblance of composure. Then he gently pulled out of her, using what little strength he had to roll over next to her on the bed, a hand falling on his chest as he tried to calm himself.
"I missed that."
