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This kiss isn’t like yesterday. It goes from zero to hot and needy in a split second. He delves his tongue into my mouth, sliding it hungrily against mine. His hard shaft presses against my stomach, and heat pools between my thighs. I grind my pelvis against his hardness, and oh, God, I think I may combust.
He snakes his hands down the backs of my thighs and lifts me so my legs automatically circle his waist. Core to core, he strides from the kitchen into the living area, placing me gently on the sofa and following me down.
Breaking the kiss, he pushes my T-shirt up so it bunches beneath my chin, revealing my practical white bra. If I’d known he’d be seeing my underwear today, I would’ve worn the lacy set stashed at the bottom of my drawer saved for this occasion—not that I expected Ryder to touch me like this any time before Hell froze over.
All thoughts flee as he yanks the cup down, and his mouth finds my nipple. I whimper when he cups my other breast, squeezing it in his big hand. His touch on my heated skin is incredible, and I forget everything but the sensation of his body against mine as his tongue curls around my nipple.
“Oh,” I breathe, jerking as the caress sends fire blistering to my core.
Ryder looks up at me as he grazes my nipple with his thumb, and the intensity in his eyes is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Another pulse of need slides directly to my core, and I welcome his mouth as he kisses me again, slicking his tongue against mine even as his thumb teases my other nipple to an aching peak.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he mutters.
I tremble with anticipation as he looms over me like some dark god. If I’m beautiful, he’s utterly breathtaking.
“Need to taste you,” he mutters, tugging at my jeans.
I lift my hips so he can slide them down my thighs, dragging my panties with them.He moves lower, flicking his tongue down my stomach, fueled by my needy little cries. I shiver with need, my arousal leaking between my thighs. Oh, God, I need him to touch me there.
“Please,” I whimper, tangling my hands in his hair and urging him where I need him.
“Jesus, you’re so fucking wet,” he grunts, hooking a big hand around my thigh and opening me up.
He stares at my soaked pussy for so long that I start to think something is wrong. Am I different from other women? Do I have extra bits? Missing bits? God, why didn’t I do that mirror thing my girlfriends talked about in high school?
Ryder’s nostrils flare slightly as he inhales, and then it’s as if something inside him snaps, and his mouth devours me in a blaze of desire.
There’s no time to be embarrassed as he ravages my slick center, his tongue swirling, his lips pressing and sucking. Words try to form but dissipate into smoke before they reach my lips. His mouth is doing things, glorious, amazing things, and I’m making sounds that are completely foreign to me.
I choke and gasp for air as he works my pussy ravenously with his tongue, which seems to be everywhere at once. He licks every fold, delves into every crevice, and God, it’s incredible. I squirm and pant and quiver as I fall apart, one piece at a time. Then his tongue flicks across my clit . . . once . . . twice . . . and everything in me explodes.
My cry echoes around the room as my pussy tightens around fresh air. My physical release washes through me with such force that I lift off the sofa. I hold his head tight against me as I rock and grind against him. Nothing has ever felt so good. The only thing that could top this would be having Ryder deep inside me.
And then, as suddenly as the pleasure came, it’s gone, replaced by a sensitivity that leaves me twitching each time his tongue swipes at my center.
“What . . . was that?” I say through heaving breaths.
It’s not that I’m unfamiliar with orgasms. I know enough to sort myself out from time to time. But it’s never been close to what I just experienced—so intense that I thought I was going to pass out.
Ryder stands, looking down at me, his hair ruffled, his mouth shining with my release.“Has no one ever done that for you before?”
I shake my head no, still panting.
He doesn’t say anything, adjusting his hard length in his pants. I look at his crotch. Is this where I’m supposed to reciprocate? I want to, desperately. But I’m afraid he’ll realize how inexperienced I am.
“It’s okay, Sparkles,” he says gruffly. “I don’t need you to do anything.”
He looks at my slick core and pulls his member from his opened jeans. My eyes widen. That’s . . . a lot of dick.
I should be embarrassed, sprawled on my sofa with my legs open, but I figure he’s been up close and personal and likes what he sees, judging by the size of his erection.
His cock is thick and long, the head shiny as it strains toward me. As I watch, a pearl of liquid beads on the end and slides down his length. It’s fascinating and sexy, and my core throbs with renewed lust.
Ryder grips his shaft and begins pumping. Long, firm strokes, his dark eyes moving between mine and my slick center. I can’t take my eyes off him as he speeds up, squeezes tighter, and comes with a guttural grunt. His legs almost buckle beneath him as rope after rope sprays from the tip and splashes between my legs.
“Charity,” he pants as the last drops leave him.
His eyes bore into mine, burning with possessiveness. I think I’ve just been claimed.
