He kisses me again, this one slower, even as he unclasps my bra. I don’t have the fullest chest, but I don’t have bee stings either. They’re pretty round and full, even if they are smallish.
The straps slide down my arms, and I feel Ryker tug first one and then the other the rest of the way off before he pulls the bra out from between us, tossing it across the room.
I break away, watching as it lands on the carpet across the room. “Now you’re taking clothes off like I do,” I laugh even as his lips find the spot at the base of my neck, kissing my thrumming pulse.
I tip my head back, giving him more access. “You, messy, gorgeous?” he asks as he starts kissing down my chest.
“Yeah. Kind of. You?”
“No. Not even a little,” he answers before his lips lock on my nipple.
I gasp, a moaning cry falling from my lips as I dig my nails into his scalp so hard, I think I might be drawing blood. “Am I going to drive you crazy?” I ask, knowing I probably should be worried.
“With messiness? No. I’ll pick up after you any time.” He kisses to the other nipple, sucking on it until I’m squirming and mewling for more. “But if you keep making those noises, I’m going to go insane and love every second.”
I can’t answer as he keeps kissing lower, his tongue lapping at my skin even as he kisses a trail across my belly.
I’m desperate for more as he hooks two fingers in either side of my underwear and pulls them down, sliding them all the way down my legs, over my ankles, and off my feet, the silk flying through the air.
I watch them land. “Messy,” I giggle, but only for a second, because he parts my knees with his body between my legs as he bends down, kissing me just above my mound.
All the humor is gone as I gasp, arching up into the kiss.
Sex scents the air as his hands grasp my hips, lifting my ass off the bed. “I’ll clean up after dessert,” he growls before he plants a kiss right on the bare lips of my sex.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Ryker
Sasha tastes like fucking dessert.She’s sweet and salty with a freshness that makes me dive in for more.
I lick all down her pussy, shoving my tongue deep inside her.
I keep reminding myself to go slow. There are moments where I can feel her inexperience, but then there are others where she overrides my good intentions. Her inhibitions are falling away just like her clothes did, and her responses are…
Stunning.
She bucks against my face, her nails scraping down my neck. She’s going to leave scratches, but I don’t care.
I lick back up her pussy, tonguing her little clit. Her heels thump against my back, one of them getting me right in the kidney. I grunt into her slick flesh, pausing to clear out the pain.
I don’t mind a bit of pain with my pleasure, and she’s right about how much stronger I am than her…. I’m big enough to take whatever she dishes out.
Her body is already drawing taut as she grinds against my face, her nails clawing at my skin.
A flood of her juices is running down my chin, and I lap her up, loving the mess, knowing that this is special and I am going to enjoy every fucking second.
She lets out a string of panting little cries and I know she’s getting close.
Earlier, in the closet, I finished her off quickly. But now, I want to enjoy. This is a moment I want to remember.
So, I ease back.
I’m rewarded with another heel to the kidneys. My girl doesn’t play.
She lifts her head, her eyes unfocused, her pupils blown wide. Her cheeks are flushed and she’s panting. And I think this might be the best fucking moment of my entire life until she huffs a single word that wrecks me. “Please.”
“Please what, baby?” I say, swiping my thumb over her clit. Fuck, she’s got the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, dripping wet and begging me for more.
