“I never said I was done,” he says with a wink before he plants a heated kiss on my lips and drags them down my body until he reaches my breasts still covered in lace. He pulls the cups so my breasts are fully exposed. My nipples harden from a mix of the cool air and his attention. He firmly grasps one breast while his tongue shoots out to swirl around the nipple of the other. I writhe under him. He sucks the nipple into his mouth and nips at it enough to cause that pleasurable kind of pain. He swaps over, performing the same actions to the other. It drives me completely wild. I gasp and moan, continuing to writhe under him as he slowly, so slowly, works me up. I feel his mouth form a smile around my nipple. “One of these days, I’m going to see if I can get you off from playing with your tits alone.” He gives my nipple one more small bite. “But not tonight.” With a kiss to both breasts, he continues to kiss his way down my body.
When he reaches my belly button, my stomach bottoms out and I gasp—in pleasure but also shock—as my body tenses. “Wait,” I breathe out.
He immediately lifts his head and stops his actions. “What’s wrong?” He doesn’t look the slightest bit frustrated at me stopping him. No, he only looks concerned.
“N-nothing.”
I can tell from the look on his face that he doesn’t believe me. “We don’t have to keep going. I can stop right now, and we can put on a movie or go to bed. Whatever you want, Isa.” His words are so earnest they make me want to cry, and I have no idea where the emotion comes from.
“I—no. I don’t want to stop. It’s just that…” I trail off, suddenly feeling self-conscious. Heat climbs my cheeks, but not from lust anymore. I duck my chin to avoid making eye contact.
Ryan gently grips my chin between his thumb and index finger, lifting my face up until he can meet my eyes. “What is it?”
“It’s just that… no one’s ever…” I can’t even form the words to finish my sentence.
He considers me for a moment before he seems to connect the dots. “No one’s ever gone down on you?” I offer a shy nod of confirmation. “What about your ex? Weren’t you guys together for, like, years?”
“He, um, didn’t like it. So, he n-never did it,” I stutter out.
Ryan’s eyebrow raises but I’m not sure how to interpret this one. Is it a question? Judgement? Suddenly, his body is off mine and the cool breeze that replaces his heat is disorienting. He heads over to his dresser where he digs around a drawer until he pulls out whatever it is he was looking for. A T-shirt. More specifically, the same T-shirt I wore to sleep in the last time I slept over.
He walks back over to the bed, mattress dipping as he lowers himself to sit next to where I’m still sprawled out. I rise up onto my elbows and tilt my head at him in question. A question he seems to be able to read from my face. “We won’t do that tonight.” He taps my shoulder blade in a silent request for me to sit up. Once I’m upright, he carefully removes the jersey and unclasps my bra, pulling it off. It’s in no way sexual, but it’s still sointimate. The way he cares for me. It causes hundreds of butterflies to take flight in my stomach. “But, so we’re clear, I will do it. Because Iloveto do it.” I flush as he pulls the T-shirt over my head and slips my arms through the sleeves. “I want you to be comfortable. And I think that for tonight, while you said yes, you won’t be completely comfortable. And that’s okay.” His expression is so genuine it stuns me.
I try to swallow past the thickness in my throat. “Okay,” I whisper.
He places a soft kiss on my hair before he scoops me up from the bed and carries me out into the living room and drops me onto the couch. He tosses a throw blanket at me before making his way to the kitchen, still in nothing but boxer briefs. I take my time tracing his body with my eyes. I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many muscles on a man in my life. He’s all thick, corded lines between his back, arms, and thighs. How did I really fight my attraction to this man for so long? He turns around, giving me the best view of his abs and my mouth waters. I have the urge to lick my way over every dip and curve of them which is the wildest thought to ever cross my mind because I’ve neveroncehad that sort of desire.
It takes me a moment to realize he’s just standing there in the kitchen staring at me as I proceed to eye-fuck him.
“See something you like?” he asks with a smirk.
Busted.“Eh, it’s alright.” I shrug, biting back the smile I’m fighting.
He barks out a laugh, seeing right through my nonchalant response. “Want some ice cream?” he asks as he turns back to the cabinets, pulling down a couple of bowls.
Ice cream sounds perfect right about now to cool my overheated body. “Sure, what have you got?”
“Rocky road?”
My jaw drops. “That’s my favorite.”
Looking back at me over his shoulder, he winks. “I know.”
A few minutes later, he plops himself right next to me on the couch with two bowls full of rocky road and two spoons. I grab my bowl from his extended arm before settling back into the couch and snuggling into his side.
“Any preference on what we watch?” he asks, looking down at me, eyes full of affection.
“Nah, put on whatever.”
And that’s how we end up curled into each other on the couch, eating ice cream, and watchingShe’s the Man.
Doyou ever have those moments when you wake up and completely forget where you are, who you’re with, and what you’re doing? Well, this is one of those moments.
When I wake up, I register a few things all at the same time.
The first is the weight around my waist, holding me tucked into a firm warmth.
Second, I’m in an extremely comfortable bed. Definitely not mine.
