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So he was going to take me. All this time. Before I’d left him at that restaurant before we’d had sex that second time, he wanted to take me there. “But it was your special place. You and Darlene made it special. We just met. I’m not worth that.”
“What does that mean?”
I sighed, thinking more carefully about my next words. “I don’t want you to take me because you feel like you need to, just to make up for things.” But he hadn’t, I remembered. He’d wanted to take me even before I knew about it.
He curled his body around mine and rubbed a spot on my arm. “What if I want to take you there because that place is special to me, and what if I want to take you there because I want it to be special to you, too?”
When I started to pull away, he hugged me closer. I didn’t fight it. I didn’t want to. He nudged me to turn over, waiting for me to do so before he bent closer to my neck. When he kissed me, the fire that ignited within me drew a gasp from my lips; I felt the scorching flame of desire writhing within me. “I want you,” he said, pressing his mouth firmly against my collarbone. “I want to know everything …” another kiss, “… there is to know.”
My body felt paralyzed and at the mercy of his touch. Every kiss felt like a branding iron that melted my resolve, replacing it with the primal desires of my heart.
His hands were warm—so, so warm—and when they traveled to my hips, I shuddered in anticipation. The hair around his lips tickled my side as he inhaled my scent. Despite the daylight pouring in, every spot on my body his lips kissed left behind a chill.
“Be with me, Christie.” His voice was husky and thick with an aching hunger, but one he seemed patient to sate only when I agreed.
I smiled at the prospect of power and chose not to respond. Swiftly, I pulled at his jeans, and he ripped them down over his ankles, his breath heavy and wanting. I arched toward him, shedding my clothes as he pulled off his shirt, and soon we were bare to the world and each other, all our yearnings there to see.
Ryan stared and swallowed deeply. His eyes searched my body, but he didn’t move. “You gonna do something, or do I have to show you?” I smiled, but he seemed entranced.
“Be with me?”
The pleading tone in his words made my mouth water, my body lusting after all he wanted to give me. This wasn’t just him taking me—not anymore. He wanted me here, but he wanted my heart along with it. He wanted it all.
“Yes.”
As if it were a cue, Ryan dove toward me and crushed my mouth with his. He devoured my tongue and pressed his palms against my breasts until I squealed. When he pulled back for a breath, I took my chance and stroked the erection that had become firm and ready, but it wasn’t time yet, and I’d milk every moment we had.
It was so new, yet it felt so familiar, his hands carving the form of my body as if he were a sculptor molding clay. My breath hitched when his fingers danced around my entrance, teasing me with what was soon to come. I couldn’t wait. Not for long.
“Keep going,” he rasped, and I realized I’d stopped stroking him.
His wetness helped my hand move from the base to the head of his penis; then before he could argue, I twisted so I could take him in my mouth. Ryan moaned loudly when he reached the back of my throat, but I pulled back until I only held the tip in my lips and used my tongue to stroke it more.
Ryan stretched my legs on either side of him, his fingers dancing quickly around my clit. I bucked when he thrust several fingers from his free hand inside me, forcing his member deeper down my throat.
I fought a gag but kept my pace, moaning as his fingers worked wonders inside and out. I squirmed, but his position kept my legs in place, and then stars exploded in my vision, his hot tongue thrusting into me as his fingers slid out.
Warm lips sucked the folds near my entrance while Ryan braced me and pulled me closer to his face. I felt trapped, confined, unable to move, and took his possession of me as a promise that he wouldn’t let go.
My head swam with my rising euphoria, and I couldn’t handle it anymore. I whimpered, aching with a need I knew he’d tend to. Ryan moved with me and held me above him until I could slide slowly over his dick. My walls tensed, but I exhaled a breath, the pressure of his pulsing member making my ears ring. I felt weak from my hips down. His mouth seemed to beckon for mine. I tasted his lips, the salt touching our tongues and guiding our strokes.
I rode him harder, but Ryan held me still, and slowly we moved like a synchronized dance. The feeling was rhythmic and muzzled my inner need for sensation everywhere. It was soft, yet firm, and while he and I focused on each other, I felt tension building between us that would soon need to be let out. Like dangling fresh meat before a hungry beast, I ached to break free and take what he held so close, so tangible.
Ryan’s hands massaged my breasts, and his eyes fixed on me. In this moment and moments after, I was the woman he wanted. I absorbed that new reality, that new hope, and soaked in the claim I had on his attention. The hold I had on his heart.
I rocked harder, unable to hold back the passionate plea from within. Ryan moaned and met my pace until we moved with each other more fluidly. With every thrust, he seemed to close in on my core, and the spark of flame soon grew into a wildfire.
“I’m—” Ryan started, gripping my arms and jerking them above me so I would grab the headboard. When I did, he arched up, and I threw my head back with a cry.
I shoved down on him, our moans mirrors of voices. Ryan gripped my rear and squeezed, pulling me down against him to a pace that made my heart beg to break through the confines of my chest. Stars exploded in my vision, but I didn’t let up until I heard the pleading cry beneath me. Ryan’s fingers dug into my ass, and together we shouted as our climaxes shrouded us in rapturous delight.
Chapter 32
Christie
I felt dehydrated when I finally opened my eyes. My dry mouth begged for just a taste of water. My body ached but in a good way, my chest and thighs tight with remnants of the night before.
Ryan’s face was embedded in the pillow. I smiled, my eyes still heavy with sleep. Rolling over, I snuggled up against him, and Ryan’s arm snaked around my waist and pulled me close to his side. He still smelled like sex, the sweet yet salty aroma making my body yearn to feel him inside me again. I didn’t want to move or think or go to work, and at the thought, I wondered whether I should.
