He undid my bra and buried his head between my breasts while I felt every curve of his back muscles, the fire inside me increasing. Every touch was a spark, and it was as electrifying as it was terrifying.
He had my whole body and heart, things I never planned to give away.
“Can’t get enough of you, Ryann,” he murmured against my skin as he trailed kisses down my torso and undid the button of my shorts. “It’s wild.”
“Me too,” I said, weakly, hating the falter in my voice that almost gave away my onslaught of emotions. This was more than hooking up. More than releasing attraction and enjoying a temporary thing.
It had shifted.
Jonah slid my shorts off my legs, then my panties, and he groaned with pleasure as he spread my legs wide and took one slow, torturous lick. He hummed into my most sensitive part, and I about flew off the bed from how good it felt.
“Jesus,” he said, flicking and sucking my pounding, swollen clit. This was scandalous, the way he pleasured me with just his mouth. His deep grunts made my toes curl into my bedsheets. He placed one large hand on my lower stomach and held me down as I arched from the intensity.
It was like pins and needles shooting down each limb as the orgasm wasright there,seconds away from taking me under. I gripped his hair and pulled. It set him off. He swirled his tongue faster, dipping it low enough to enter me, and my god, it was so hot, I came,hard.
Lights flashed behind my closed eyes as my body went taut, every muscle tensed and primed. Pleasure zapped me from head to toe, leaving behind a heavy heartbeat and sweat covering my skin.
Jonah never stopped touching or kissing me as I caught my breath. We’d been together numerous times, naked, sweaty, and desperate, but this felt different.
Each kiss was like a weight on my chest.
I gripped his head and dragged his mouth back to mine, needing more of him. He groaned into my mouth, and each stroke of his tongue against mine helped me forget about the questions in my mind. His heart beat fast and his touch seemed just as needy.
We kissed, my taste on his mouth, until my body was worked back up to pre-orgasm neediness. His skin glistened with sweat, and the scent of his soap tickled my nose. He always smelled so good, so clean, and I inhaled, enjoying how right it felt with him. This could be the last time I nuzzled him, the last time I felt his warm body next to me, the last time we kissed. Panic clawed down my throat, the sudden urge to cry unwelcome. I took a shaky breath and tried tolive in the moment.Our time together ending soon made each touch more intense. I wanted to slow everything down and remember every detail of how Jonah left his mark on me.
He stopped kissing me dizzy, and his lips were wet and swollen when he looked down at me. “I need to be inside you.”
I trembled at the emotion in his voice and helped him take off his shorts, then his boxers. He had a condom in his hands within a second. He put it on and gazed down at me but paused.
He opened his mouth, like he wanted to say something, but no sound came out. He took a shaky breath and slowly put his weight onto his knees and forearms, cradling the back of my head with one hand and kissing me as he thrust into me.
God, he feltgood.Full. Right. Perfect.
He rocked into me, slowly, like there wasn’t a desperate need for a release. I wrapped my legs around his waist and lifted my hips to take him deeper, making us both groan in response. Our sweaty chests rubbed together, and he kissed me harder.
He bit down on my bottom lip and pulled, making the kiss feel so good, even though it hurt. I gasped at the sensation. He took my hands and held them over my head, pinning them down as he rolled his hips in a hypnotic beat.
He was so fucking sexy.
The muscles in his arms rippled as he continued thrusting into me, his jaw tightening and sweat beading on his temples. I could only stare up at him in awe andlove.
The emotion hit me hard, exploding through my mind like a blaring fire alarm in the middle of the night. The thought was unwelcome and made me tense.
Jonah noticed immediately and stopped. “Hey, what is it? Am I hurting you?” His brows furrowed together, and he let go of my hands, cupping my face and studying my body like the answer would be there. “Ryann, tell me.”
“No, I’m okay,” I said, doing everything I could to hide the truth. It would be too much for him with the season starting in two days. “Better than fine.”
He didn’t look convinced. A line appeared between his brows, but I arched up and kissed him hard again, hoping to show him how fine I was.
He hesitated at first, but the longer we kissed and the more I ran my hands over him, gripping his ass, he melted into me and seemed to forget to go slow. He picked up his pace, grinding into me with confidence.
Nothing existed beyond our bodies coming together, our sweat mixing, and our panting breaths that filled the air. He slid out and rolled me onto my stomach, moving into me from behind as his weight rested on my back. He gripped my waist with one hand and moved his other underneath me so he could touch my clit. I shuddered at how good it felt, how goodhefelt.
“Fuck, Ry,” he said, his mouth close to my ear. He nipped my earlobe and went harder. He matched his thrusts with the way he swirled his finger around my clit, and the combination of his dick, his finger, and the way he licked down my neck caused me to clench around him.
“Jonah,” I moaned, hot pleasure starting at the base of my spine and rendering me speechless. It was too much and not enough. I clutched the sheet with my free hand and let the orgasm consume me. My legs shook, and I cried out as he thrusted a final two times, his grip on my waist tightening as his thighs twitched.
“Fuck, Ry,fuck.” He stilled and let out a long breath as he rested on top of me for a full minute. The room smelled of sex and sweat, and my eyes stung with the weight of it all.
