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“Hmm?” He swallowed in his sleep, then his lips parted.
“Wake up?”
He said something that sounded similar to “too tired” but it wasn’t clear in the least.
“I want you,” I managed to whisper, even if the words felt foreign passing my lips. “Screw going slow.”
“S’vannah.” My name was said on a slow sigh.
“Ryan.”
He “hmm’d” again, and when the arm that had been thrown over his head came to rest on his stomach with his other hand, I was afraid he was about to fall back into a deeper sleep.
Maybe my touching him was crossing a line, but I could make him touch me, right?
I sat up and removed the thicker of my layers, leaving me in my tank top. I should be chilled, but my body was overheated, needing to take this next step with Ryan in our relationship.
Laying back on my side, I brought my body as close to his side as I could, before reaching for his right hand and bringing it over his body, connecting—and holding—it with my left breast. Even though it was me who made the contact, my heart stumbled in my chest at the feel of his large hand covering me.
“Ryan. Wake up.”
His hand flexed against my breast this time, and after one squeeze, he squeezed again...
And it was then that he seemed to realize something was different.
His eyes opened slowly, and he turned his head on the pillow to first, see what his hand had, and then they drifted up to mine—kneading my breast once more.
This time, I knew he was well aware of what he was doing.
“Savannah.” His voice was thick with sleep but his eyes were very aware.
“Please. No more going slow.” I hated that I felt like I was begging.
Ryan stared at me for what felt like minutes but was likely only seconds, before he slipped his hand out from underneath mine. The feel of his fingers brushing over my nipple had the sensitive tip coming to life. I felt both nipples tightening in anticipation.
Rather than pulling away though, he just moved his hand to my hip.
“Are you sure?”
I nodded. “Absolutely. One-hundred percent. More than anyth—”
Before I could finish the word, his mouth was on mine, and that hand that was on my hip? He used it to roll me to my back.
This was no slow kiss.
Not a getting-to-know-you kiss.
This was a kiss that said he wanted me and he wanted to devour me.
My answering kiss said the same, and with my eyes closed, I could feel every emotion in the room.
While our mouths were fused and our tongues were meeting, swirling, dancing, Ryan brought one of his heavy thighs between mine. I spread my legs easily, wantonly.
That semi-hard cock from before was now very hard, and he pressed it just above my mound.
Not even thinking about it, my hips began to move, trying to find an angle that would allow that hardness to press against my most sensitive nerve endings.
Whether it was my wiggling or his abiding by my demands, when that hardness met my core, I wrapped a leg around his hips, trying to hold him there. I didn’t move my hips again however, knowing that I was seconds away from coming. Just holding him there, the pressure against my clit, was enough to keep me wet and for my folds to grow swollen.
