Ryan moves in between my legs, my pussy aching at the feeling of his cock pressing against me—it’s almost too much for me to handle. His lips connect with mine, and we kiss frantically while my hand runs up his muscular back.
He moves his cock into place, and I gasp, feeling his tip at my entrance.
Suddenly, I freeze. “Wait!” I call out, pulling my lips from his.
He pauses all movement and looks into my eyes, furrowing his brows.
“I’m not on the pill,” I say honestly.
He winces and exhales, pulling back from me slightly. Then his eyes widen, and his frown deepens. “Fuck! I don’t have a condom on me. I didn’t think this was going to happen, so I didn’t bring anything with me tonight.” The utter devastation that this might not happen is written all over his face.
I bring my hand up to his cheek and caress it tenderly. “Check the top bedside drawer,” I say, and he looks at me, raising an eyebrow. “There might be one in there, but it will probably be at the back. It’s been… a while,” I admit.
His lips turn into a smile as he leans in, kissing the side of my mouth. Then, he moves off me to look in the bedside drawer. He digs around to the back and grumbles as he searches for a good thirty seconds before he chuckles. With a new spark in his eyes, he turns to me, holding up my clit vibrator. “This could come in handy,” he says, and I turn bright red.
“Oh shit! I forgot that was in there.”
Ryan turns back to the drawer, then swings around again, pulling out a line of condom wrappers. “Jackpot! We have enough here to go all night and morning,” he declares.
I count at least seven condoms.
Wow! Ryan must be a machine.
He sits back, tearing off one of the condom packets from the line, and rips it open. My heart races rapidly, knowing this is actually going to happen. He pulls out the latex and rolls it onto his long length, and I swear, it’s the sexiest thing I think I’ve ever seen him do. He smiles, moving back over the top of me, and pulls my leg up, placing it over his shoulder with a wicked smirk.
“Hold on, baby,” he says.
I bite down on my bottom lip as he kisses my ankle next to his face and slowly moves his cock into place. The tip of his head is right at my opening, and I blow out a puff of air in anticipation as he runs his head up my slick, swollen folds. I’m so ready for him that I’m practically on the verge of begging.
With one hand on my hip and the other gripping my leg that’s over his shoulder, he angles my hips up to meet him. His fingers tighten on my hip, and then quickly, he pulls me onto him. His cock thrusts deep inside me, stretching me completely and filling me to the hilt. I moan as my head falls back in pleasure. It almost hurts, but it’s a pleasurable pain. Then he gradually draws out and quickly thrusts inside me again.
He’s torturing me slowly.
Working me up in a painful rhythm.
He knows what he’s doing and exactly how to hit the right places. The rhythm he sets is steady, each thrust intentional. It’s not slow, but it’s not fast either. Just enough to work me up and leave me wanting more.
Each time the head of his cock glides over my G-spot, a whimper leaves my lips, and my hips rock in time to meet each of his deliberate movements. And while he’s not being overlydominant, he’s taking my pleasure, and I’m more than willing to let him do to me as he wants. If giving him control over me in the bedroom is like this, who the hell am I to argue? And as he thrusts back and forth, driving impossibly deeper, the tingles start deep within my core.
He’s working me to a precipice, the same one I was at not that long ago. He’s already a master with my body, so skilled at what he does. He’s not only a rock god but also a sex god. The thing is, he knows it and uses it to his advantage as he drives into me, grinding his hips into mine.
His hand moves down my leg, grazing the inside of my calf. It sends goose bumps all over my body as his gentle caress is in contrast to his powerful thrusts. He continues his whisper of a touch south, moving between my legs where his finger finds my clit. Once again, the pressure is firm and calculated as he presses the bundle of nerves, circling and pressing just enough to send a pulse through my core. I jolt and moan as my hips shift, rocking and grinding, chasing the promise of release.
My body blazes with intense heat as I tremble, my skin slickens with a fine sheen of sweat, and my breathing hitches.
He circles again on my clit as he rolls his hips into me, and it’s just what I need to send me over the edge. My head goes foggy, and the twinkling behind my eyes becomes more intense. My body explodes into a wave of delight. I moan out loud as my head flops to the side, my fingers clawing into his chest.
“That’s it, Tillie. Come for me,” he says in his deep, gravelly voice that almost makes me come again just from its sound.
He pulls my leg down from his shoulder and moves so we’re chest to chest. The shift feels far more intimate, and I glance up, my eyes meeting his. His eyes are hooded and intense, sending a shockwave straight through me and triggering a surge of energy in my body. It makes me feel more connected to him if that’s even possible.
His hand comes up and caresses my face before he leans down, kissing me passionately. Our tongues intertwine as we move together, rocking back and forth in unison. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him into me deeper. It definitely feels less like the fucking we were just doing and more emotional, bringing us closer as we slow our pace and ride the wave together.
Soft, low moans echo from us as we rock back and forth, the pace he set slowing. The weight of him against me, him filling me, it all feels so good that I don’t want this to stop. I pull him closer, my fingers digging into the muscles of his back as he pulls out, then drives harder inside of me, the heat building again but less intense.
Ryan slows again, taking his time like he’s trying to make this last as long as he can, savoring each time he slides out before pushing deeper. His kiss is intense and passionate, and it works me up just as much as our bodies are sliding together, moving in unison, and the sound of our passion echoes around us.
Heat pulses through my veins.
