Her eyes were glassy with desire, but she released the comforter and clutched at his hair again.
“Better. Tell me if you want me to stop.”
“I don’t want you to stop.”
“You might change your mind.”
“I won’t.”
Ryan traced his tongue next to the leg hem of her panties. Beige to match the bra, but with lace detailing that made them sweet and sexy. She squirmed delightfully at his attention. His finger traced the other leg hem, dipped under, and found her wet and ready.
“All this for me?”
He glanced at her. The flush painted her tits pink and crept up her neck.
“Yes,” she breathed.
His finger brushed over the curls and folds, finding her clit. He gave one slow, circular rub before withdrawing. She whimpered in protest. He didn’t give her time to do anything else, though. He grasped her panties and pulled them off. Ryan knelt on the ground and pulled her to the edge of the bed, hooking her legs over his shoulders.
“I want you to come on my face.” He placed a kiss on the inside of her thigh.
She shuddered. “But what about you?”
“I can wait. There’s plenty of time, and you seem to be under the impression I won’t thoroughly enjoy myself. So, what do you say?”
“Please.”
“Good girl.”
She started to chuckle, but it turned into a sensuous moan as his lips found her clit and sucked. Her hands curled into his hair, holding him in place.
His tongue circled her clit, over and over, then he slipped a finger into her. Her muscles clenched briefly. She was close, so close. And she tasted divine. He rubbed his cock through his underwear and squeezed, hoping to relieve the pressure enough so he wouldn’t come before he was inside her.
It worked, for now.
He hooked his finger and found that spot while sucking hard on her clit. She exploded, moaning his name. God, the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard. He wanted more. He wanted it all. Every word, every breath, every climax.
Ryan wiped his mouth with his hand before lying next to her. He kissed her slowly while his hand traced lazy circles on her belly.
“Mmm, that was amazing,” she murmured when he finally broke the kiss.
“Yes, it was. Want more?”
Her fingers tapped down his chest, following the trail of hair lower and lower. She brushed against his hardened length through the cloth of his underwear.
“Is this the more?”
“If you want.”
“I want. Please.”
“Then you shall have.”
She hooked her fingers in the waistband and tugged, and Ryan helped. He kicked the underwear off the bed. Her hand wrapped around him and stroked. A moan escaped his lips, and Elissa smiled down at him.
Her thumb brushed the tip, wiping away the drop of pre-cum. She brought it to her mouth and licked it off. No one should look that sexy. The urge to pin her down and bury himself in her hot depths almost won. Instead, he reached over her and grabbed a condom, gently sucking a nipple into his mouth on his way.
“Are you ready for me, Elissa?”
