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I dug my heels into his back and arched my hips into his mouth.
“Fuck, Ryde.Fuuuuuck,” I drawled and then moaned.
He growled against me, and the vibrations lit me up from the inside. I could feel my orgasm, just out of reach, and I chased it. Hard.
He slid two fingers inside and worked me with his hand.
Then he clamped his mouth over my clit and sucked.
And I was gone.
Every muscle went tight and my back arched as my pussy milked his fingers. He played with me while I rode it out and then he kept with the soft licks, helping me pull every bit of pleasure I could.
It left me, and I melted, boneless.
Ryder got up to his knees and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes sparkling in the dim light.
“Holyshit,” I said, pulling in air.
The grin Ryder shot me was masculine perfection. He was pleased with himself. It showed. And the look was good on him.
I sat up and pushed at his shoulders. “My turn.”
Ryder fell to his back, and I reached for his shorts. “I’ll bring my A game, promise, but I wannasee.”
He laughed and helped me with the shorts.
I got to black boxer briefs, and he was perfect. Smooth, tan skin. No body hair. Ripped muscles with enough bulk to them that I knew he could put me in the bed where he wanted me.
I scrambled off the bed and reached for panties.
“Changed your mind?” he asked, frowning.
“No,” I said, stepping into the red lace. “Can’t be naked in the same bed with you.”
He grinned and the light was back in his eyes. “I’m gonna want you to take those off again.”
I climbed back on the bed and straddled him, our underwear between us. “No problem,” I said, leaning over him so that my hair was a curtain around our faces. “But if you taste half as good as you look, I’m gonna need the panties.”
Ryder rested his hands on my hips and pulled me down as he flexed up.
He moaned so low in his throat it was more of a growl.
“Stop,” I whispered against his cheek.
He did it again. “Why?” he asked.
“Because I want to play,” I answered, kissing and licking his neck as he had mine.
Chill bumps broke out across his chest.
I grazed my nails across his nipple, and his breath hissed out between his teeth. “Feels good,” he said.
I climbed off and stroked his cock through his boxers. Thick. Long. Hard.
“Take ‘em off,” I ordered.
He did.
