“There’s no point being angry about something you didn’t know about. Sure, you shouldn’t have done it in the first place, but you were hurting and trying to get rid of me.”
He glances at me and smiles. “I’m glad it didn’t work.”
I chew on my bottom lip to hide my smile. “Me too.”
Ryan pulls my hand up to his mouth and gently kisses it. Goose bumps litter my skin, and now I can’t hide my smile as we drive the rest of the way to my house in semi-silence.
***
It’s getting late, and after such a long day, I can’t help but let out a slow, drawn-out yawn. After dinner, we cuddled up on the couch, watching something mindlessly on the television, and now, I’m too comfortable—and too exhausted—to think about moving.
Ryan glances at me, then gently slips his arm from around my shoulders and starts to get up. I open my eyes, watching as he picks up his phone and keys from the coffee table and slips them into his pocket. “You’ve had a long day, and you’re clearly wiped out. I’ll head out and let you get some rest.”
My stomach flips, and my heart races faster. My relaxed state is now tense. Being in his arms has been the calmest my body has felt for ages. I don’t want him to leave, so I offer, “You don’t have to go.”
He raises an eyebrow and gives me a closed-mouth smile. “Are we ready for sleepovers?”
I swallow hard and talk without thinking. “Well, you can stay over, but it doesn’t necessarily mean we have to,you know. Unless you want to…you know. But we don’t have to because we may not even be at that stage yet. Do you know what I mean? It’s just that sometimes I think that—”
“Tillie, I’ll stay over,” he interrupts my crazy rambling, which shocks me into silence.
“Y-you w-will?” I stutter.
He nods, putting his hand out to me. I smile and click the off button on the television remote, sending the room into darkness that’s only lightened by the blue hues of the moon shining in through the window.
“Let’s go to bed,” he suggests.
My abdomen clenches as my nipples grow into taut buds. When my hand slips into his, it sends warmth and sparks through me at our touch as he pulls me off the couch. He smiles but says nothing as he walks us out of the living room, through the archway, and into the hall. The sparks flying through the air are electric as his fingers interlace with mine. My blood pumps so fast that the whooshing sound in my ears almost drowns out the rapid fire of my panting breaths. We’re simply walking down the damn hallway, and already my skin is prickling with goose bumps.
We reach my bedroom door and step inside, my heart rapid-firing in anticipation. He turns to face me, his gaze heavy-lidded and slightly glazed, a mix of exhaustion and something else simmering beneath the surface.
“How tonight goes is up to you. There are no expectations, and I won’t be disappointed if we sleep cuddled up to each other.”
While I love that he isn’t putting pressure on me, every inch of my body is screaming for him to touch me. From the moment he called me a pompous asshole, the need has been building.
“Shut up and kiss me, Ryan,” I say, running my hands through his hair and pulling his face to meet me, our tongues dancing frantically.
His hands move to the bottom of my shirt, the movement too slow. He is almost hesitant, as if he’s still not sure where I want this to go. I smile against his lips, moving my hands from his hair down to my shirt and helping him to pull it up over my head,causing our lips to part. He looks into my eyes, searching for permission, and then he smiles wide, seeing my desire, knowing there’s no way I want him to stop.
Ryan’s eyes drift down to the white lace bra holding my breasts in place, and he licks his lips as his hands slide around my back. With the closeness this brings, he leans in, gently sucking and tracing light kisses at my neck, sending a wave of goose bumps to prickle down my side as he unclips my bra. It slides off my arms, exposing me, and his breath hitches.
He abandons my neck, and I arch into him as he trails open-mouth kisses down the swell of my breasts, then takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking on my taut bud. I gasp at the wet warmth as he nips firmly with his teeth, sending a shudder through my core while my hands run through his blond hair.
He pulls my nub between his teeth, then releases it with a pop, kissing back up my neck toward my mouth. I’m panting by the time our lips connect again, but I need more, so I slide my hands to the hem of his shirt, lifting it up and over his head. The kiss breaks just long enough for him to discard his shirt, and then our lips ravage each other, our bodies slamming together, and our hands a flurry of movements.
He edges his hips against mine, pressing his hard cock against my belly, making my stomach flutter with giddy excitement. I gasp into his mouth as he grinds into me, and I can’t help but thread my fingers into his hair again, gripping harder. He moans into my mouth while his hands find their way to my skirt, his fingers eager. He fumbles with the zipper but manages to undo it. Without further help, the fabric slides down my legs, and as soon as it piles at my ankles, I step out, kicking it to the side, leaving me in my white lace panties.
Ryan runs his fingers along the seam of my panties and groans into my mouth. The vibration from his chest against my nipples has them hardening to little pebbles. To my relief, heputs me out of my misery, dipping his hand between my legs and cupping my pussy. The warmth of his hand ignites a fire inside of me, and I gasp at his touch, knowing I’m already soaking wet and he can feel it, but I don’t care.
He moves his hand, gently rubbing my pussy back and forth, still teasing the sides of my panties with a gentle friction. Our kiss becomes heated, greedy, and I move my hips slightly, seeking more friction. As I press onto his hand, he grinds his cock into the side of my leg.
Fuck! This is hot.
Feeling my desperation, he stops his torment and slides a finger under the fabric, pressing up into my folds. I gasp into his mouth, needing him to touch me more. But he’s holding back, letting the tension build to an impossible height, putting just enough pressure for it to feel oh so good, but not enough to get me off.
“Ryan, please…” I beg.
“You want more?” he murmurs.
