My heart rate skyrockets as he speaks.Why is this so sexy? What’s wrong with me?
“This turns you on, doesn’t it? My dirty talk? Is this what you want, baby?”
I nod, unable to form words.
He takes my hand and places it on his hard length. “Do you want to play?”
I nod again. My entire body pulses, electrified. My stomach aches from tension. I’m a needy mess of want. Are we really going to do this? Is this happening?
“So we’re doing this?” I shiver, a mix of nerves and excitement coursing through me.
“Are you having second thoughts, Little Trouble?” He presses my naked body against his.
I shake my head.
“If it’s too much, you stop me. Okay?”
I nod.
“Tell me with words. I need to know you won’t be too shy or scared to tell me what you want. This is based on trust.”
“I’ll stop you,” I promise.
“Now, come to bed and sit on my face.”
He doesn’t wait for a response and strides toward the bed. I stare at his perfect, round ass. How is it possible that with my previous boyfriends, I couldn’t dare ask for these things, but with him, the words come easily?
“What exactly am I supposed to do?”
“Ride me, Little Trouble. You’re supposed to ride my tongue. Take what you want from me. I want you quivering on my tongue, soaking my face. Clear?”
I nod.
“Then why aren’t you on my face yet?” he commands.
That tone he sometimes uses, demanding and authoritative, probably from years of military command, makes every part of me quiver. Without knowing it, he’s exactly what I’ve needed.
I crawl onto the bed, my body trembling. I hate it when he tells me what to do in my real life, but here, here it’s exactly what I want. What I need.
Ryder lies there, his erection standing proud, his eyes dark with hunger. I straddle his chest, a leg on either side, wetness already dripping from me.
“That’s progress,” Ryder growls, “but my tongue isn’t there.”
“I—” I hesitate, my cheeks burning
“Now,” he commands, that authoritative tone making every part of me quiver.
I inch forward, and he grasps my hips, pulling me onto his face. His tongue immediately finds my clit, and I gasp at the sensation.
“Now we’re talking,” he murmurs against me, the vibration of his words sending shockwaves through my body.
I grip the headboard, trying not to put all my weight on him, but Ryder’s strong hands force me down. His tongue circles my clit, then flattens against me, licking a long stripe from my entrance to my sensitive bud. The sounds of his sucking and my wetness fill the room, a symphony of desire.
He alternates between sucking my clit and licking broad strokes, and damn, this man knows exactly what he’s doing. Within minutes, I’m a quivering bundle of nerves, my inhibitions melting away like ice in the Hawaiian sun.
I roll my hips, chasing more of that exquisite sensation.
“Yes baby, just like that,” Ryder encourages, his words muffled against me. “Take what you want, what you need. Fuck my tongue.”
