He kisses me before I can answer, and I taste myself on his tongue. It’s tangy and musky, and somehow it feels more intimate than anything else we’ve done yet.
He tears his lips away from mine, then covers my mouth with his hand. “I need to fuck you now, Pippa. I can’t stand waiting any longer.”
I nod back at him. I know he feels the word against his hand when I whisper,yes.Because I’m just as wild and needy as he is, and I want to feel him inside me more than I want my next breath. I wrap my legs around his waist as he lines up his cock at my entrance.
He groans as he slides in, inch by inch. He’s not patient enough to tease me, but he’s too in control to rush. The stretch makes me hiss through my teeth. The edge of pain mixed with the pleasure of him filling me just makes it more intense. When he’s finally fully seated in me, he huffs out a breath.
“So tight. This pussy was fucking made for me, Pippa.”
I can’t resist. I tighten my inner muscles, squeezing around him purposefully. His nostrils flare as he feels it, but all he does is tighten his hand on my mouth.
“Go ahead,” he murmurs. “Squeeze me all you want. I’m not halfway done with you yet.”
His hips roll smoothly against mine as he fucks me. Propping himself on one arm, still covering my mouth with his opposite hand, I can feel his muscles working to keep up the pace. I keep my legs wrapped tight around his waist and let him take control. The slide of his body against mine feels so,soimpossibly good.
Ryan takes a shuddering breath. “I need to go deeper, Pips. I need to feel you everywhere around me.”
I nod eagerly. Without talking about it, I know exactly what he needs. I guide one leg over his shoulder so he can slide in even deeper. We both groan when he bottoms out inside me. I don’t think any man has been able to reach that spot inside me.
Ryan’s eyes never leave mine. He gazes down intently at me, watching and cataloguing my reactions.
“Can I trust you to be quiet?” he growls.
He must see the yes in my eyes, because he takes his hand off my mouth so he can use it to play with my throbbing clit. I practically sob at how good it feels, the small circles he makes on the small bundle of nerves syncing up perfectly with his thrusting hips.
“Are you close?” He’s already wearing a smug smile when he asks. He knows damn well that I’m a breath away from coming again. “Are you going to come all over my cock like a good girl?”
God, yes.
“Then go ahead. I’ll be right behind you.”
My fingers dig into his back and I squeeze my eyes shut as my orgasm subsumes me. It’s like I’m floating, and the only thing keeping me tied to Earth is the man gazing down at me.
“That’s my girl,” I hear him grunt distantly. “This isn’t the end, baby. Let me be your dirty secret.”
All I can do is whimper in response. He lowers his head and rests it against my forehead.
“Say yes.”
There’s no doubt in my mind when I whisper, “Yes.”
Ryan groans and his body shudders as he comes inside me. He collapses on top of me, his heavy weight calming somehow.
After a moment, he rolls to his side and pulls me tight against him. Minutes tick by as we both catch our breaths and let our heartbeats slow to somewhere near their usual pace.
“That was unbelievable,” he mutters. “If I can’t keep you, I’m going to fucking ruin you for every man who comes after me, Pippa Murphy.”
Fuck. It’s too late for that—already, it feels like his cock has me so thoroughly wrecked that any other man I’ve fucked would be a disappointment.
“Ryan! Pippa!”
We both tense up as Mom’s voice carries down the hallway. Ryan hops out of bed and grabs his towel off the floor, then to my disbelief, he opens his fucking door.
What thefuck?Is hetryingto get us caught? My hand claps over my mouth like I might stop myself from breathing too loudly.
“Sorry, Emily, my shower ran long,” Ryan says.
“Oh.” God, Mom’s voice sounds like she’s right outside. “Do you know where Pippa is?”
