Best sound in the world.
“Oh, oh...” she mutters, grasping my hair again.
This time, she knows which way she wants me. She pushes my head down further, her orgasm consuming us both.
The flat of my tongue laps and laves every drop, soundtracked by her gasps and incomprehensible words.
“Look at you,” I tut, climbing over her, eye level with her flushed cheeks. “Gorgeous little thing.” I stamp a kiss on her clammy forehead, only realizing what I’ve done when I inch away.
Head kisses are the most intimate part of a relationship. Not that we’re in a relationship, but still. Never mind my tongue on her pussy. Never mind my fingers on her G spot.Nothingis as intimate as my lips on her forehead.
And yet, I don’t regret the impulse one bit.
What’s more, I already want to do it again while she’s curled into my chest, preferably sound asleep in my arms.
26
Bianca
Ryder hangs over me, the intensity of his stare warming me up from the inside. I’ve never felt this satisfied, and we haven’t gotten to the main event yet.
I never felt this free, either.
Dismantling my defenses wasn’t easy, but giving into Ryder’s dominance lifted a huge weight off my shoulders.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks, brushing my hair over my ears.
“That I don’t like your clothes being on,” I automatically lie, then cringe. “No, that’s not it, though you should be naked now. I was thinking about how good yet scary it feels not to keep myself wound up so tight.”
“Why scary?”
I scrutinize the ceiling, searching for the right words. “I’m wide open... I never leave myself wide open because the few times I have, I ended up hurt.”
His fingers clasp my chin, those full lips coming down on mine, the kiss slow, gentle, but full of unspoken passion. “I won’t hurt you. That’s a promise.”
“Only time will tell.”
“You have trust issues, don’t you?”
“If you’d been let down as many times as I have, you’d feel the same.”
He hovers over me, either waiting for more words, or processing what he’s heard.
“We can unpack that later. While you’re still nice, mellow, and not one bit defensive, I’d like to make good on my word and fuck you through the mattress. Anything to say about that?”
I close my fingers around his neck. “Yes.Strip.”
He climbs off the bed, standing at the foot as he starts undoing the small buttons of his white shirt.
With every inked inch of his chest that emerges, my pulse climbs higher. I’ve seen him shirtless. I see him shirtless every morning, but it’s different now he’s about to strip off his pants.
“You’re a sight,” he tells me, roving my body as he pulls his belt through the hoops in one tug.
“Right back at you.”
The zipper’s next and the sound of it sliding down amplifies my desire. I rise on my elbows, my breath halting in my lungs.
“Shameless,” he tuts, pulling his pants and boxers down his muscular thighs.
