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. Excitement sparkles in Ryan's eyes. I trail my fingers from her wrist, slowly down her arm, as I press my lips to hers. She greets me eagerly. My fingertips dance downward to graze her breast and I leave her mouth behind. I kiss her collarbone, her sternum between her breasts, and her stomach. One final kiss over her dandelion tattoo before I spread her legs wide.
She's expecting my mouth. Not quite yet. I lightly blow over her sensitive skin. Her arms jerk and I glance up at her. Ryan's watching me though. I smirk before lowering my mouth onto her. That happy sigh I love to hear escapes as I lick and suck. Ryan moves her legs over my shoulders when I push a finger inside her. I hear a scrape of the metal against the bedpost again.
“Gabe,” Ryan breathes when I look up at her. She lets her legs fall to the side, a silent gesture that she's ready for me. I grab the last of our stash of condoms from the top of the nightstand.
“Legs over my shoulders again,” I order as I put on the condom. When she does, I place one foot on the floor to half stand and give myself a better leverage. I slide her hips over just a bit before guiding myself inside her.
My right hand steadies me on the bed as I begin to move. My free hand reaches out to play with her breast. The moment my fingers tug on her nipple, her arms pull forward a bit. I love being able to see that she wants to touch me so much, but I need to make sure she's fine.
“Doing okay, Ryan?” I pinch her nipple and her back arches, pushing her breast further into my hand.
“Mhm,” she hums. I pull out until just the tip off me is inside her. “Gabe,” she breathes.
“Yeah?”
“None of that tonight. I can't touch you, so you can't tease me. Just fuck me hard.”
A second after she finishes talking, I slam into her and she yells out. I do it again twice. “Like that?”
“Mhm,” she hums again, her eyes closed as I begin to repeatedly thrust into her hard and deep.
“Look at me.”
Those green eyes flash open in a hurry. Ryan watches me as my movements quicken until I feel her tighten around me. My hand glides down her torso, reaching between her legs as my thumb begins to rub the spot that will push her higher and over the edge. Ryan screams, her eyes closing, as she arches her back, the heels of her feet digging into my shoulders. She unravels beneath me, pulsing around my cock.
My release hits me hard. I push her legs aside and fall on her. The girl takes every ounce of my energy.
“Gabe,” she mutters, her voice strained.
“Yeah?”
“Get off me, please. These handcuffs are biting into my wrists and I can't really move like this.”
Her words stir me into action. I get up, pull out of her, and lift her arms for her. Quickly, I go to the bathroom to clean myself up and slip on my boxer briefs. When I come back, she's sitting up on the bed with her wrists in her lap. She puts them in my lap for me to help her remove the handcuffs when I sit back down.
“Oh, Ryan,” I say softly with remorse. There are bright red lines around her wrists. My thumb runs over them lightly.
“It's fine, Gabe. I tugged harder than I thought, I guess. Be right back.” She gets up, disappearing into the bathroom. A minute later, her voice carries to me, “It was fun and really good.” Ryan walks out, dressed in pajamas, and comes to straddle my lap. She makes a show over running her hands over my bare chest. “But I much rather be able to touch you whenever I want.”
“I do love your touch.”
“Good.” She kisses me softly and then smiles. “Let's watch a movie.”
We rearrange ourselves on the bed. I grab the remote, turning on the TV, as Ryan snuggles up to me. This has been a wonderful mini-trip and I can't wait to take Ryan to see more artwork.
* * *
Ryan is having to meet me at the game because I wouldn't have time to pick her up and make it to the game before it started. And good thing I'm meeting her because I got off a few minutes later than I was supposed to, so I'm still partially in work clothes. Getting to the game as quickly as possible is my first priority. Instead of changing completely, I kept my pants on and changed my shirt and such. My navy slacks are paired with just a white t-shirt and a jacket to keep me warm. The November air is extra vicious tonight, it seems. Ryan told me roughly where she and my family are sitting, but I've already missed kick off.
Quickly, I walk up the ramp to the bleachers, walking down to the other end, where Ryan is laughing next to Gramps. God, she's beautiful. She's wearing dark jeans, a red shirt, which makes her hair look brighter than usual, and a black leather jacket with a white scarf wrapped around her neck. She grins when she sees me. My eyes flicker to everyone else. They seem to be watching with scrutinizing eyes, except for Gramps. There's an empty spot next to Ryan, and I take it.
“Hey,” she greets.
“Hey,” I reply, not being able to help myself as I squeeze her knee, lean over, and give her a little, worthy-in-front-of-my-mother kiss. Ryan's already pink cheeks grow a little darker with a blush. Looking past her, I say hello to my family, asking how they've been. My grandfather is the last to answer.
He proudly puts an arm around Ryan with a grin. “This girl knows her football and can shoot. Better keep her, Gabriel.”
Ryan lets out a girly giggle. “You have Gabe to thank for both of those things, Gramps.” She looks at me with a sly smile. “He taught me everything I needed to know.”
