Ryan blinked and looked up.
“Forget I was here, did you?” he asked.
“You are all that is here,” she whispered.
“Let me touch you?”
“Yes.”
His hands slid from her hips and found her swaying breasts. When his calloused fingers brushed her nipples, Ryan’s hands went still, her eyes dropped closed, and her mind went white.
“That’s right,” he hissed. “It’s ever so fun when one of us explores, but it’s the very best when we both...”
And now his words dropped off, because Ryan hadbegun to thrust more steadily, harder; she was riding him. Maybe he finished the sentence and maybe he didn’t, because she’d stopped hearing.
“Enough,” he growled and he rolled to the side, tipping her to the mattress. She whimpered, hating the loss of contact, but then he pinned her down, straddling her, rubbing his hands across her belly and over her breasts, and cupping her face in his hands.
“Enough,” he soothed, dropping his mouth to her neck, nuzzling her with his beard.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
“Ready?”
“Will you have all of me?” he growled.
“Yes,” she breathed, “all.”
“Are you certain?”
“Yes, I’m certain. Please. Before the end of our time together. Give me this.”
“We will regr—”
“Don’t say it,” she begged. “Don’t say it, don’t say it—don’t you dare ruin this by saying that.” She clawed at his shoulders, pulling him down.
“I’ll pull from your body before I spill my seed. We mustn’t get you with child, above all else.”
“I don’t care,” she cried. “I would bear your baby. I would raise it and love it. Do what you want—I know I cannot ask that of you, above all—butI don’t care.”
After that, he ceased talking. He kissed her. He nudged her thighs apart with his knee, he took his erection in his hand and slowly, smoothly, slid into her.
“Oh,” she cried, unprepared for the tightness, the fullness.
“Are you alright?” he gasped. His voice was choked, struggling.
“Yes.”
He nodded, sniffed, and sank all the way on a long, slow moan. When their bellies touched, he leveled himself on top of her and lowered his head, breathing into her neck.
“Still alright?” he huffed.
“I think so,” she said. The pleasure was gone, but the new sensation wasn’tterrible. It was intimate and heavy and tight.
“Give me a moment,” he huffed. “You’ve cast the most sensual experience like a spell, and I need a moment to recover my control.”
“Are you hurt?” she asked.
He laughed. “Oh no—not hurt. The opposite. My God, you’re tight.”
