Anxiety took the reins. “Please, Ryan,” I whispered. It felt like my heart had been flayed open, and I was bleeding out. I didn’t want anyone else to see me dying inside.
But it was Ryan.
Ryan, who I had opened up to because I thought he didn’t matter.
Ryan, who I had cried to because I thought he would leave.
Ryan, who didn’t know me, but also knew me better than anyone else.
“Please.”
Ryan cradled the back of my head, keeping me safe as he flipped us in one smooth motion. My back hit the ground, but his palm broke the fall—cushioning my head as he laid me out beneath him under twilight skies.
I craved his kiss, and wrapped my arms around his neck to bring him closer before the hunger killed me.
I was free-falling, spiraling out of control. I was a skydiver without a parachute, hurtling toward the ground at breakneck speeds.
I knew I wouldn’t survive this. But for a fleeting moment, I let myself fly.
I raked my fingers through his mess of inky-black hair as he left a blazing path of kisses from my lips, down my throat, to the open neckline of my blouse. Ryan left me panting as he undid the buttons down the center. He opened the shirt, pulling it free from where I had it tucked in, and skated gentle hands over the lace cups of my bra.
“You’re a fucking vision,” Ryan confessed as he straddled my hips and reached behind my back to unfasten my bra.
I arched up to help him, exhaling when I felt the band loosen. I surrendered to Ryan, letting him pull my arms free from the sleeves and then lifting them so he could pull my bra off. I crossed my arms over my chest as he folded my shirt and lifted my head so I could use it as a pillow.
Ryan took my hands in his and pulled them away from my breasts.
“I’m naked,” I whispered as he pinned my wrists on either side of my body. “Someone could see.”
“No one’s going to see,” he said as he placed a solitary kiss on my sternum.
A thick tree line shrouded the property on all sides. The lights in the house were off, leaving us blanketed by the night sky.
Goosebumps pebbled my skin as he peppered my breasts with light kisses.
He eased off my hips and worked my trousers and thong off all at once. “You deserve to wear the stars. Nothing else is good enough.”
The heavens glittered above us in an extravagant display as he cupped my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers as he traced my lips with his tongue. Firecrackers popped in a chain reaction, blazing down my spine as he ground his cock between my legs.
“Atta girl,” he soothed as he plucked one nipple, then the other. “So obedient, letting me strip you down out here.”
I hissed as he grazed his teeth across my nipples.
“Are you going to let me fuck you under the stars?”
My “yes” was rushed as I rolled my head from side to side and rocked my hips, desperate for more friction. More contact. More fire. Morehim.
“You gonna let me fuck your tight little cunt?” he asked as he licked around my ear and sucked on the paper-thin skin behind my lobe.
“Yes,” I gasped, bowing toward him as my body sought his.
“Are you going to scream for me, darling?”
My eyes met his. “Are you going to give me something to scream about?”
His smile cracked like lightning across a midnight sky. I felt his weight lift off my hips as he shucked off his shorts and boxers. The blunt head of his cock was warm as it nudged against my wet slit.
“I love the feel of you,” he murmured as he braced one forearm beside my head, and ran his free hand up and down my thigh as he drew it up around his hip.
