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His mouth lands on mine, kissing me again and again. His tongue thrusts into my mouth, tangling with mine as I try to pull him closer still. I love the feel of his weight on top of me, and when he pulls back, I cry out in frustration.
Wordlessly, Ryan tears off his t-shirt, throwing it across the room. I let my eyes roam over him appreciatively. He's filled out since we were teenagers. His muscles are larger and more defined. He has more hair on his chest and a perfect happy trail leading down into his jeans.
"You have too many clothes on," Ryan grins, walking towards me. Slowly, he lifts my blouse over my head, careful not to tear it. At this point, I wouldn't care if he ripped it right off me. Actually, I might prefer it. The thought makes me giggle.
"What's so funny?"
"I was thinking of you ripping my clothes off."
"Next time." He winks playfully. "Tonight, I'm taking my time."
Ryan's fingers trace lightly over my stomach, creating trails of goosebumps in their wake. By the time he reaches my bra, I'm squirming with impatience. He leans down, kissing the tops of my breast before reaching behind me, unhooking the clasp, and freeing me to his gaze.
"Fuck, you're perfect," he whispers with a puff of breath, making me blush.
Before I can respond, Ryan's sucking my hardened nipple into his mouth, and it's sweet bliss. His teeth graze lightly across the sensitive tip before soothing it with his tongue and repeating the process on the other breast.
My hips rock upward in a silent plea for more. More friction, more sensation, more Ryan.
"Don't tease me, Ryan. We can go slow later. Right now, I want you inside me."
He clucks his tongue at me like I'm a naughty schoolgirl.
"I told you, Em. I'm taking my time. I've waited a long time to be with you again. I plan on enjoying it."
"Fuck taking your time. You'll enjoy it fast too."
Ryan laughs at my impatience, but his amusement is short-lived when I palm his dick with one hand and tug down his pants with the other. His hips piston forward uncontrollably at my touch, and I smile triumphantly. Finally, he kicks off the rest of his clothing and stands gloriously naked in front of me.
"Holy shit," I say, mouthwatering. "You look like a Greek god."
Ryan stands unabashedly in front of me. His confidence is sexy as fuck. Being a professional athlete has its benefits. My eyes wander over his body. His strong arms, powerful thighs, broad pectorals and shoulders, and that delicious muscular V tapering down to his groin.
His cock is fully erect, daring me to touch it, so I do. My fingers skim his silky length, all heat and steel. The head is weeping, and I collect the moisture with my index finger before bringing it to my lips and licking it off. Ryan's eyes flare with heat watching me, making me smile. I love having this power over him.
I'm so turned on right now that a little extra friction will make me come. My panties are soaked, and my heart is hammering away in my chest. Before Ryan can pull away, I lean forward on the bed to taste him. My lips wrap around his cock and I slowly pitch closer toward him, taking as much of him into my mouth as I can. Ryan's hand grips my hair tight, holding me in place, not allowing me to take him further or retreat.
"Fuck," he shudders. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Don't move." I hold still, breathing through my nose, as Ryan fights for control until his grip relaxes and he eases away from me. "No more of that for now, or this will be much quicker than either of us wants."
He pushes me down onto the bed, grabbing my pants and panties simultaneously and tugging them off my legs. Finally, we're both naked. Ryan reaches over to his jeans and removes a condom from the back pocket. I momentarily debate telling to not to worry about it, but I'm not on the pill anymore, and I don't want to explain why there's no risk I'll get pregnant. He rolls the condom down his shaft, hovering over me on the bed.
I want him to hurry but telling him so will only make him go slower. Before I know it, Ryan is distracting me again with his mouth. His tongue is licking a path between my breast as his talented hands trace a different path up my calves and thighs.
"You're so beautiful," he says absently. Ryan has always made me feel beautiful. Whenever he touches me, it feels like he worships my body.
When his fingers reach the juncture of my thighs, my legs instinctively open wider. He inserts one finger inside me, and I automatically arch into him as his thumb presses circles into my clit.
"Yes," I hiss as he adds another finger, and I grind onto his hand. My back bows upward as I attempt to keep up with the rhythm of Ryan's hands. His lips find mine, and I do my best to kiss him back, but my mouth is caught somewhere between a kiss and a moan.
Suddenly, Ryan removes his hand, and I gasp in protest.
"No," I moan. "I was so close."
My complaints die on my lips as Ryan lines up his cock at my entrance. He hesitates, finding my eyes and locking his gaze with mine. I see so many emotions play out in their blue depths that my heart stutters and swells.
Sweat collects on his brow as he hovers over me, stalling.
"What are you waiting for?" I ask, wrapping my legs around his waist, trying to force him to move closer, but he resists.
