“I thought you were hungry,” I pant out.
“I am.” His lips move down lower on my chest to the swells of my breasts, and all I can think ishell, yes. A single bright light flashes outside followed by a boom of thunder, the sound rattling my apartment window.
We barely made it inside my apartment before we attacked each other. The living room couch was as far as we got. Needing to feel his skin against mine, I tug and lift at his shirt. Ryder gets the message and pulls back slightly to yank it over his head and toss it somewhere over the sofa.
“Mine too,” I demand.
“Patience,” he taunts me, and I growl at him. He nips my stomach with his teeth and my growl turns into a grunt. His thumbs go under the edge of my tank top and he pushes it up and stops. The anticipation is killing me, so I open my eyes to see what he’s doing. I have a long, red scar running up the middle of my abdomen. Ryder trails his finger up the raised ridge and kisses my navel.
“You are absolute perfection.” He licks his lips like he’s preparing to devour me, and I have to squeeze my thighs closed to ease the ache between them. My movements don’t go unnoticed. Ryder lifts his smoldering eyes to mine and gives me a heated, knowing smirk. His gaze moves to the side and I know exactly when he sees them, and I tense up at his sharp intake of breath. I’ve always kept my tattoos hidden, even at the beach.
“Elizabeth.” His whisper full of emotion, his perceptive fingers tracing over the delicately winged tattoos. Beautiful reminders of that ugly night. The night which is the reason I can’t remember. I tear up when I see his eyes cloud over with pain and longing, a single tear running down his masculine cheek. I’m completely undone at how this strong man shows me his softer side.I love you.
“You are so brave,” he says, and presses kisses along one scar before tracing the outline of the broken butterfly that covers it with his tongue. “So strong.” He moves up to repeat his gentle ministrations on the second scar. “So gloriously beautiful.” Another kiss. “Never hide these from me.”
I can’t take it anymore, my body is overheated and stimulated to the point of no return. My hands move to rip my top off so I can finally feel him against my bare skin, but Ryder is quicker and snatches it up and over my head. Using one hand, he locks my wrists above my head to keep my arms in place. He slides his other hand, palm flat, down and around my back, the rough pads of his calluses inciting trails molten fire across my skin. I feel his fingers do a twist as my bra falls open and slides apart releasing my aching breasts. At the same time, he lowers his head to take my lips and kisses the shit out of me.
Another crack of lightning followed closely by a long roll of thunder plays out like a drumbeat to our frantic movements. Ryder releases his grip which frees my hands and they are more than eager to touch and play with this man’s beautiful body. His mouth finally descends back down to my breasts, my nipples beaded and aching for him.
“What is that John Mayer song?” he murmurs before flicking one nipple with his warm tongue. “Your body is a wonderland,” he says before taking my nipple into his mouth, sucking it with gentle pressure while swirling his tongue. I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything so wonderful.
He tortures me with pleasure, his mouth unrelenting, as he kisses back and forth across my chest, making sure to give each breast equal attention. The sensations are overwhelming and so intense that I can feel my orgasm building and close to cresting just from what he’s doing to my breasts alone. It makes me excitedly afraid to find out what is going to happen when we have sex for the first time. And yes, I’m thinking when and not if. I know if he asked me right now, I would happily let him take me and use my body however he wanted.
As he seduces me with his tongue, I press my lips on any part of his body my mouth can reach. My hands bunch and caress every inch of skin I find until they finally find their way underneath the back of his jeans to cup his splendid ass. My nails dig in and he flexes and groans.
“My turn,” he says, the fingers of his left hand moving under my shorts past the top of my panties. I know what he’ll find. I’m soaked and swollen and so ready for him. One touch from him and I’m more than likely to shoot off this sofa like a bottle rocket.
“Jesus,” he hisses when his thumb caresses the tight knot of nerves and one finger rubs up and down my swollen folds. “You are so wet,” he groans. I was right. That one soft caress has my entire body spasming while a long, low vocal emission erupts from my throat. I notice how his pupils contract then dilate as he pushes two nimble fingers inside of me, his thumb strumming my clit like a skilled musician. My hips raise up and push against his hand, the loudest moan escaping my parted lips when he curls his two fingers up inside of me hitting a place that makes me see stars.
“God, I love hearing you make those sounds.”
The thunderstorm that had been building outside bursts open in a crescendo of lightning strikes and loud, booming thunder. It’s like mother nature is giving us our own personal fireworks display and matching our passion with its intensity.
Just as my body is about to detonate, a memory hurdles itself forward.
“I’ve got you, Liz. Trust me,” he says kissing my breast one last time as his hand slithers its way down my stomach to tease the top of my shorts.
My eyes flutter closed. A round of fireworks go off in the distance casting a rainbow of colors over my face.His thumb and forefinger pop the button of my shorts and ease the zipper down. My breath hitches, my eyes still closed.
“I love you, Liz,” Jayson whispers against my lips and kisses me slowly as his hand drops lower to find me wet and swollen.
He strokes and glides and pinches until he finds the bundle of nerves that will send me into heaven. His finger begins to rub circles on my clit and my eyes pop open. Just as the finale of the fireworks begins, my body tenses, bows, and I scream out his name in sublime ecstasy, my cries of pleasure drowned out by the cacophony detonating above us. But he doesn’t stop. He kisses and touches me until the last of my shudders subside and the most gorgeous smiles spread across both our faces.
Between what Ryder’s doing to me and the memory flash that hits me out of the blue, my orgasm comes out of nowhere. I cry out, my body arching up so tightly, I feel like I’m being ripped apart in the most wonderful way as wave after wave of pleasure assails me from all directions until it leaves me in a limp, sated, boneless mess. My hands which have been clawed into Ryder’s ass gradually release and I wrap them around his neck. My body continues to shudder uncontrollably as my orgasm pulses and rolls through me as if it could go on endlessly. It feels like forever before I’m able to breathe normally again.
Ryder cups my mound, trying to soothe the tumultuous ache that doesn’t seem to want to end. He finds my lips and kisses me softly. My body jerks against his one last time, tears streaming down my cheeks that he lovingly kisses away.
When my shudders finally stop, I open my eyes to see his face above mine. I reach up and trace his face with my fingers.
“Holy shit,” I breathe out.
“I think that was one of the hottest fucking things I have ever seen.”
“I think that was one of the hottest fucking things I’ve ever felt,” I say back, smiling widely. “I would so love to return the favor,” I purr, sliding my hand down to cup the massive bulge straining against his jeans.
Ryder groans into our next kiss. “Tonight was for you, baby. We have plenty of time. I finally have you and I’m not going anywhere.”
“Next time then?”
