“On a scale of one to ten, how much did you hate tonight?” I walked up to Ryan and ran my hands up his shirt, under his tux.
He gave me that knowingly playful look, like he found me the most amusing thing on earth and put his hands on my waist. “I didn’t hate it. I thought you were amazing, and I can’t believe that I’m the one in this room with you tonight.”
“In this room and about to do deliciously wicked things to me?” I reached round my back to hunt for the zip that was unlikely to survive the next five minutes. I yanked hard. It didn’t budge.
Ryan’s chuckle was infuriating.
“Turn around and let me unwrap you.”
I gave him a glare but did as he’d suggested, my skin tingling when his hands touched me, managing to get the zip to budge, and then taking his time sliding it down.
I wriggled and moved a few straps out of the way, and the dress loosened, eventually pooling at my feet. When I turned back round to face him, I was naked apart from a barely-there thong.
Ryan’s eyes blazed, lingering on my nipples that were already hard with anticipation. He’d said several times that he was obsessed with my tits. There had been one night when we’d sent teasing text messages during most of the day when he’d demanded I took photos of my boobs and sent them to him. I’d obliged, screen-shotting his message when it came through about exactly what he wanted to do to them.
“You can touch.”
“Trust me, I’m going to touch.” He lightly ran a finger around the circumference of one nipple, his touch feather-like, then did the same with the other. I whimpered with need, keeping my hands by my sides.
I could touch him later. For now I was letting him have me the way I could see he wanted.
Both his hands cupped my breasts, squeezing them, then pinching my nipples simultaneously. I felt a gush of wetness between my legs and knew he could fuck me easily right now, no other foreplay needed.
“I can smell how turned on you are.”
I nodded at his words.
“You like this, don’t you? Me doing what I want with you?”
I nodded again. “As long as it can be my turn later.”
His smile told me he agreed, then he dropped down so he could take a nipple in his mouth, licking and sucking with ease, as if he had all the time in the world to just spend on that one part of my body.
Ryan moved his mouth to the other, his hands pushing my thong to the floor, leaving me fully exposed and him almost fully dressed. I felt vulnerable and exposed, but at the same time I also felt safe. Excited. So fucking turned on.
His tongue flicked between my legs, tasting me. He sucked at my clit, then flicked his tongue over it, toying with the sensitive bud of nerves. I felt my legs weaken, my body loosen as an orgasm started to build, just like gust of wind grew in strength before the first deluge of rain.
Ryan’s hands moved over my hips, one grasping my butt cheek and pulling me closer into his mouth as if he was trying to drink from me. His other hand played between my legs, a finger toying at my entrance, occasionally pushing in the tip. I wanted him inside me so very much, but when I came, he moved his fingers away, my wetness soaking his face as he continued to assault my clit with his tongue.
He didn’t just stop. He held my hips and lifted me onto the bed, putting me down on my back.
“Spread your legs. I want to see what I’m about to fuck.”
His dirty words pulled another moan from my lips. I used my hands to bring my knees up and to the sides of my body, aware I was fully exposed for him. He undid his belt slowly, his eyes travelling from my pussy to my tits and then my eyes.
“Touch yourself. I want you to see how wet you are.”
I obeyed, rubbing two of my fingers over my sensitive clit and down to my entrance, pushing them in to the first knuckle. I was tight and slick, and my fingers weren’t satisfying the need I had, not when I was watching Ryan fist his cock that he’d released from his trousers and underwear, his shirt sleeves rolled up and the buttons undone, his tux now on the floor, discarded.
“Suck your fingers.” He carried on stroking his cock, a glistening bead at the tip. “Taste what I did.”
I licked them first, slowly, teasing him. His eyes were burning with need and my pussy was already fluttering at the thought of him pushing inside me. I had no doubt that I’d be coming on his cock very, very soon.
Ryan moved over me, his trousers not even completely off. He entered me fully in one thrust, his hands holding my shoulders and almost pushing me down on to him as he started a fast, hard rhythm.
My sounds were animalistic, my next orgasm surpassing anything I’d had before. My body didn’t feel like mine anymore; it had swapped allegiance and was now owned by Ryan. Stars cascaded around us and the room ceased to exist, my body tensing again as I felt his cock harden further and swell more inside me, before he came with a loud groan, filling me with his release.
He landed on the bed next to me, his breathing laboured like mine. I pressed a hand to his heart, feeling it pounding.
