I didn’t think I’d ever said anything like that to anyone.
A smooth sensual smile lifted the corners of her sexy mouth.
“Then take me, Ryan Donovan.”
Take me.It was the best thing I’d heard all day.
I bent my head to kiss her and as I did, she slid her hands up my chest, up until she could wrap her arms around my neck.
I didn’t waste any more time. The image of her perfection in my bed fueled me, and I picked her up and carried her to my bedroom. When I set her down on the bed, I had to take a second to admire her against the silk sheets, just like that: perfect and beautiful, inside and out.
She pulled me toward her and we fell back onto the bed together in a crumpled heap of desire. We kissed the clothes off each other. I could have continued to devour her, but like always, I wanted to savor her and relish every single second I was with her.
Devouring and savoring were two different things. I loved doing both to her, but sometimes I just wanted to savor, to go slow and commit every part of her to memory, everything I learned from Brooke 101.
She smiled up at me as I hovered over her, gazing down at her perfect breasts with her perfect nipples hard and ready to be sucked. I leaned down onto my elbows and took her left nipple into my mouth, sucking and definitely savoring the taste of her. The hum of satisfaction that slipped through her lips enticed me and encouraged me to continue. I alternating sucking on each breast then made my way to her perfect pussy.
Fuck.She was already wet and ready for me. Feeling her like that immediately took away the element of slowness I had in mind. It changed the game and made me want to devour her.
I buried my head between her thighs and licked her until she writhed against me, yielding to the grasp of her orgasm. Her sweet, beautiful nectar flowed into my mouth and I drank her. At least I got to relish that part.
Before she could fully recover, I flipped her over to her hands and knees, my favorite position.
“Hey, I wanted to be on top.” She giggled, voice husky as she tried to catch her breath.
“Next time, baby. I need you like this right now.”
She moaned as I held her waist and slid into her. The sound made me crazy and I couldn’t control myself. Every time was like the first time when I’d wanted her so badly I ached.
Every time was like that, and this was no different, not even a little bit. Perhaps the only difference between then and now was we both knew how to pleasure each other more.
I started with a slow pump at first so she could adjust to my width, but the second I was buried to the hilt, that fast rhythm we both got lost in took over. In the long mirrors on the mahogany wardrobe, I caught sight of us, and that sent me into overdrive. I was watching what I was doing to her, her perfect tits bouncing and that mass of hair falling over her face as I fucked her.
Then the sound. The room was filled with the hot sexual sound of our bodies slapping together within the erotic lock of passion, passion and desire I’d only ever felt with her.
The thought struck me and hit hard, hit me hard deep in my soul and filled me.I’d only ever felt like this with her.
That definitely caught and grabbed my attention. Seven weeks of this woman and my world hadn’t just changed; it’d highlighted what I’d never had.
I managed to hold my release back for as long as possible, but then the tight walls of her core pulsed against my cock and I lost complete control.
“Ryan, I’m coming…” she moaned. “I’m coming.”
“Come for me, baby,” I growled.
The orgasm that took her took me too. It grabbed me and sent me over the edge. Something raw and primal took over and I started rutting into her like an animal, jackhammering to a desperate release then exploding inside her. Weeks before we’d abandoned condoms and relied on her birth control. Coming inside her without restriction felt amazing, and as I did, electricity licked at every single nerve in my body. It rippled through me, and I couldn’t even catch my breath.
She collapsed first then I followed. Lying next to her, I pulled her into the lock of my arms. She turned to face me and gazed into my eyes.
As I looked at her, it was the strangest thing: it was like she knew what I was thinking, what I was feeling. She looked like she could feel it too. I wanted her to. I wanted her to feel the same way I did.
I wanted her to feel amazing, to feel that electricity that scorched me clean.
When she reached for me and guided my lips back to meet hers, I knew she did.
