“It’s ok, Soph. It’s more than ok. It’s hot as fuck.”
I shook my head, biting my lip. And the more I noticed, the wetter I realised the couch underneath me was.
“I… I’ve never done that before.”
“Fuck. Well, I fucking love it.” Ryan smiled, moving, crawling over me, his skin brushing mine as he went, and I felt a swell of pressure in my pussy. “And I want to see and taste it again and a-fucking-gain.”
He closed his mouth over mine, his lips dancing over me, his beard damp against my face. He tasted earthy, his tongue pushing into my mouth, meeting mine. And then he pulled away again.
“Fucking love the taste of you, Soph. You don’t know how much I’ve missed it.”
He smiled against me, moving slightly as he leaned more weight into me so I could feel the bulge in his jeans pressing against my swollen lips. Ryan moved back and forth, dragging that bulge against me, making me feel him. Teasing me with what was coming next. I wanted it all. All of him.
Chapter Twenty
I was losing control. My dick painful against my jeans as I pushed up between her legs, her pussy naked and wet underneath me. Her frame was rounder now, no ribs sticking out like she hadn’t eaten in weeks. And those tits had filled deliciously into something so curvy I couldn’t take my eyes off them. Round, full, natural, and still perky.
She closed her eyes again as I ground my hips into her swollen pussy, pressing the denim-covered erection into her. A leg crooked around my back, pulling me closer, and now I could almost feel the heat from between her legs against my covered cock.
Breathing slowly, I steadied myself. Fighting the need to rip my pants off and plunge straight inside her. But the urge was getting real. Uncontrollable.
I sat back on my haunches, watching the slight frown on her mouth as I pulled away from her and she pushed up onto her elbows, following me. Her tits moved, dropping with a little bob and a fresh surge of blood hit my groin hard. She’d always been incredible to look at. In every way. But she wore thirteen years so well, and womanhood really fucking suited her. My mouth watered like a starving man looking at a feast. Fuck it.
I popped the button open on my jeans, easing the material off my waist. Sophie’s eyes tracked my hands as I pushed the denim down my hips. As my cock sprang free, her expression changed, her mouth pulling into an ‘O’ but no sound escaping, and her eyes fixed on me, hard as a fucking rock and as pierced as my right ear.
“Ry,” she whispered, the hint of a waiver just there in her words.
“Told you I’d changed, Soph,” I mumbled, watching the shock spread across her face. “Everywhere.”
She swallowed, her throat bobbing like there was a golf ball in there, her eyes not moving.
“Why?” she breathed.
“Because I needed to feel. Started with one. Made a collection,” I shrugged.
“And those help?” Her eyes still hadn’t made it to my face.
“They do.”
“They look…extreme.” Still, her gaze didn’t move.
“Guess so. Easier than admitting sex never felt good until I started adding these.”
“Really?” I detected a note in her voice.
“Not since you. Nothing felt the same again. I just felt numb. Going through the motions. These help me concentrate on the feeling, keep my mind anchored.”
“Did they hurt?”
“Yes, when I got them done. I liked the pain. Something to hold onto. Focus on.”
Now she looked at me, her face snapping up to mine, her head tilted. Thank fuck she was an emergency doctor and not a fucking shrink, but I still felt like she was analysing me all the same.
“Will they hurt me?” she asked suddenly, her voice steady, but I saw the uncertainty in those grey eyes.
“They can do. If you’re not wet enough. Or you want it to.”
She opened her mouth, something sitting on her tongue but not coming out. I wrapped my fingers round the base of my shaft, just below the last rung.
