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“I feel like I’ve been waiting forever for this,” his voice pushes through the sexually charged haze in my mind. “For you.”
And with those two little words, my entire world ignites into flames. His eyes hold my gaze and are filled with more passion than I’ve ever experienced. My heart leaps in my chest at the simple meaning of those words. Something wonderful and equally terrifying happens in this moment. Something I’m nowhere near ready to dissect.
Before I’m able to consider the meaning of his words any further, Ryan’s lips find mine once again. This kiss is slow, sensual. With his lips still sliding seductively against mine and the zipper of my dress at the base of my spine, he slowly slides the dress down my body. Cool air caresses my skin and goosebumps pepper my exposed body.
When the dress pools at my feet, Ryan releases my lips and steps back. His greedy eyes devour my body, from my turquoise lace strapless bra to the matching thong panties and on to my orange painted toes, he leaves no part of my body untouched by his hungry gaze.
Giving in to the need to feel his skin beneath my fingertips, I run my fingers down the ripples of his chest. The muscles tighten against my touch, telling me that I affect him as much as he does me.
My fingers continue their downward course, blazing a trail of molten heat with each caress. When I reach the waist of his pants, I zero in on the lone button fastening them together. Keeping my eyes locked on his, I release the button and skim a single finger across the top of the waistband of his briefs. Ryan’s eyes are fire as he wraps one arm around my waist and pulls me against his body.
“God, you’re driving me crazy,” he groans as my finger dips behind the band.
“A good crazy, I hope?” The teasing and flirting is something new to me. Even in the throes of passion, I’ve never been someone who’s forward and playful in the bedroom. I kinda like this new Jaime.
“The best fucking possible kinda crazy there is,” he growls as he grinds the hard ridge of his hard-on against my stomach.
I’m point two seconds away from climbing his leg and humping him like Grandma’s Chihuahua, Sparky, used to do to the mailman when we were younger.
Fortunately, I’m saved from such an embarrassing act when he picks me up in his arms and carries me to his bed. The dark comforter is cool, yet plush beneath me as he lays me down. I wrap my arms firmly around his neck, ensuring that he’s unable to run away from me. Not that I think he would.
My lips are greeted with another kiss, this one fierce and possessive. Large, warm hands grip my waist and glide to my bra. He tugs on a cup, releasing a single nipple. Without removing his mouth from mine, he tweaks and caresses my tight little bud until I’m writhing underneath him, using his body as my own personal scratching post–or in this case, a rubbing post.
“I need to taste you.” His words are almost orgasmic in themselves. My body practically levitates while my head silently screams Yes, please!
Ryan rises up so that he’s resting on his haunches between my legs. His eyes roam freely once more while his right hand searches for the clasp at my back. Releasing the closure, my breasts are freed. Air lodges in my throat as I take in the greedy way his eyes consume each one. If my body were a possession to be had, Ryan Elson would own it and rule it effective immediately.
Dipping down, I’m shocked when he runs his nose up the center of my panties, inhaling deeply as he goes. The groan is throaty and comes from someplace deep inside of him. I’ve never experienced anything so erotic in my life. Gavin never wanted to go down on me, always complaining about the taste. He seems to crave it, need it. Warmth floods the little scrap of material ensuring that they’re completely and effortlessly soaked.
“God, you smell fucking amazing,” he groans as he pushes the wet material to the side.
I hold my breath as I wait for what’s to come next, but nothing happens. Anticipation pours through me, wild and reckless as I risk a glance up at him. He’s staring at my center, his eyes full of hunger. It’s as if he’s stuck in some alternate universe, lost in a trance where it’s only him and me. Of course, the fact that he’s staring at my crotch has nerves shooting through my body at an alarming rate.
Reflexively, I try to close my legs, which basically just frames his head with my thighs.
“Don’t,” he whispers as he gently pushes my thighs back open. “You are so beautiful. I could stare at your perfection for the rest of my life and still want more.”
Ryan runs his hands up my thighs once more, parting them as far as they’ll comfortably go. Holding my legs a part, he dips his head forward and swipes his tongue across my swollen flesh. Time stands still, air fails to move, my body burns with desire as he licks me, long and leisurely, all while keeping his eyes firmly locked on mine. I practically levitate off the bed as he dips his tongue inside my wet heat.
A loud moan fills the room. The noise sounds foreign, even to my own ears, and I’m startled to realize it’s coming from me. Snaking my fingers into his lush brown hair, I hold on for dear life as his tongue tastes and worships me. He plunges his tongue deep and hard inside of me, his pointer finger zeroing in on the little bundle of nerves just above my entrance. I’m teetering on the edge of orgasm, inching closer and closer with each swipe of his finger or flex of his tongue.
My clit is pulsating. He gently circles his finger over the top before lightly pinching, and the combination throws me headfirst into a total star seeing, white-light blinding orgasm. I have no shame as I grind against his hand, riding out wave after wave of earthshattering bliss.
The orgasm seems to go on for hours. Shockwaves of pleasure consume me until my body is nothing but uncontrollable shudders. I’m spent and boneless, a heap of nothing atop a down comforter.
“Geezus, I’ve never witnessed anything more spectacular than that,” he says as he moves up my body. My tired eyes are suddenly struggling to keep focus on his handsome face. “In fact, it was so fucking fantastic that you’re going to do it again.” He stretches over top of me, his jean-covered erection nestled tightly between my thighs. “But this time? I want you to do that while my cock is buried inside of you,” he whispers moments before his mouth claims mine once more.
And just like that, the heat of his words and the fierceness in his kiss has my body sparking to life and craving more. How that’s even possible, I don’t know. I’ve never felt raising desire consume me almost immediately after an orgasm. Hell, I’ve never even experienced an orgasm like that. Intense. All-consuming. Epic.
Ryan. It’s the way my body reacts to him.
I try to slide my hand between our bodies to reach the button of his jeans, but it doesn’t work. My hand is stuck between hard muscle and soft skin. I feel his smile against my lips moments before I lose contact with him. He’s standing before me, illuminated by the soft light spilling from the hallway, and reaches for the zipper.
Time stands still as he slowly lowers the zipper and slides his jeans down powerful thighs. Tight white briefs barely contain the impressive bulge threating to burst through the material. My mouth waters at the prospect of getting my hands–and maybe my mouth–on his erection.
He quickly strips, never taking his eyes off mine. The moment is raw and sexually charged, and before I know it, he’s standing before me, gloriously naked like a work of art that should be displayed in a museum. His eyes are hungry, his jaw clenched with tension, and his hands shaking as he reaches into his nightstand for a condom.
With stealthy hands, he covers his hard erection with latex and makes his way back towards me. I’m shaking with anticipation. He steals my breath as he covers my lips with his own once more, his body canvasing me from head to toe. Warm, rough hands skim my flesh from my shoulder, down my chest, and towards the junction of my legs.
