She did as he asked, and the sight of her shiny hair spread across the pale duvet just about broke the thin thread of control he was holding onto. He crawled up her body before settling in between her legs. The hot moisture of her sex coated his cock, making it throb with desire.
Sliding his fingers down her stomach, he dipped them between her soft, slick folds. “You’re so ready for me. It drives me fucking crazy.” He bent down and grazed Anna’s nipple with his teeth, causing her to arch up into his mouth. A satisfied growl came from deep within at the sound of her shuddering breath of pleasure. His fingers slid in and out of her wet heat as his thumb grazed her clit.
“Ryan!”
Anna’s gasp as he flicked her clit was so damn hot, he had to do it again. Her hands roamed his back, her nails digging in occasionally as he explored her, learning just what sent her flying. But he held back this time, pulling his fingers free when he felt her start to clench around him.
“The next time you come, it needs to be around my cock. Call me selfish but I need to feel you.”
“I want that, please. I need that now.”
Anna’s voice was filled with arousal and he drank in the rapture on her face as she watched him sheath his cock in protection. He stretched out over her, the heat of their bodies pressed together. Then slowly, ever so slowly, he lined up with her center and began to press his way in. Watching Anna’s face carefully, Ryan levered himself up so he could control his movements. Who knew how long it had been since she had been treated with compassion and intimacy. He was determined to make this experience special for her.
As he worked his length inside of her, he began a slow but steady rhythmic thrust. The base of his cock slid against her swollen clit with every slide, eliciting a gasp from Anna. Her upturned face was the picture of blissful beauty as he leaned over to cover her with soft kisses. When she pulled her legs up to wrap them around his torso, he felt the responding clench of her channel.
“Oh god I’m close. So close,” she moaned.
“Just let go. I’m right there with you.”
With just those words, he could feel Anna tighten around his cock, and when she let out a scream of release, he slowed his movement, riding out her orgasm, holding back from his own. He had never exercised such restraint in bed before and had to admit that the inferno building inside him was worth the wait.
When at last Anna’s eyes opened, with a dreamy, satisfied look in them, his ego roared with satisfaction. She pulled his head down for a kiss, their tongues tangling with passion. He slowly started to move again, bringing another moan from her lips. Holding her close, he rolled, bringing Anna on top of his body without losing contact where it mattered most.
Anna, straddling his cock, had to be the single most perfect view he had ever seen. Her lips were swollen from their kisses, her hair flowed down over her shoulders in a cascade. Ryan found himself frozen, captivated by her beauty and by the intimacy of the moment.
“Damn, you’re beautiful. This… This feels… This is everything,” he stuttered, embarrassed at how close he had come to professing feelings he was not even sure he was capable of having.
Thankfully, Anna didn’t seem to notice his almost admission. She smiled down at him, before beginning to slowly rock her hips back and forth, bringing his still-hard cock right back to attention. He marveled at how open and free she was. Gone was the nervous woman who had walked into his bar, and in her place was a seductive siren who was confidently taking what she needed if her sounds of pleasure were any indication. As their movements sped up, he began thrusting deeper into Anna’s core, reveling in how tightly she held him inside. With a groan he reached between them to play with her clit, rewarded by a gasp as she fell forward, her hands landing on his chest, her hair tickling his nipples.
“How are you… I can’t believe I’m going to… Again… Ryan!”
His name came out as a scream as Anna let go in another spectacular release that sent him rushing off the edge into his own orgasm after her. When she eventually collapsed onto his chest, their bodies clung together with sweat. Ryan stroked Anna’s back, reveling in the feel of their heartbeats racing together. He had never experienced sex that was more than just sex. What had happened just now was so much more; it was the coming together of two souls. Never in his life had sex left him wanting more than just a physical connection. It wasn’t just that he wanted that with Anna, he was beginning to realize he needed it. Like a man coming out of the desert needed water.
* * *
Slowly, Anna forced her breathing back to a normal rate. Her head spun with the overwhelming sensations from multiple earth-shattering orgasms. Ryan had touched—literally and figuratively—parts of her body and soul she had thought would never feel again after her time with Tim. Being with Ryan had woken a sensual side to her, a side she very much enjoyed. And he had managed to do all of that, with the utmost care and concern for her own pleasure and comfort before his own.
Gradually they moved so they were lying side by side. Ryan had pulled Anna in close, and she nestled her head on his shoulder, enjoying his masculine aroma, tinged with the musky scent of their release. She sighed, before pressing a kiss to his neck, tasting the faint saltiness of his sweat. Anna waited for her nerves to kick in, for the feelings of self-consciousness she had lived with for two years to come roaring back. But with the feel of Ryan’s hands holding her tight, there was no room for doubt. She felt protected, adored, wanted. Looking up at him, she reached a hand up to brush a lock of hair off his forehead. He smiled in response, a satisfied, happy smile.
With a blush, Anna blurted out, “Thank you seems like such a stupid thing to say right now.”
“From my perspective, thank you sounds pretty good, sweetheart. Thank you for blowing my mind. Thank you for trusting me with your gorgeous body. Thank you for letting me in and giving me a chance.”
Once again, Ryan’s romantic words left Anna awestruck. How could this man say he was terrible at relationships yet be so charming? Overcome with her attraction to him, she buried her head back into his shoulder. Gradually she felt her body relax. They lay there in a peaceful silence for several minutes. The only sound was the gentle tick tock of the old-fashioned clock Aunt Theresa had given Anna years ago. Having Ryan in her childhood home felt oddly comfortable. As if he was meant to be there all along.
Before she could make sense of that idea, Ryan shifted slightly so that he could prop up on his elbow and look down at her. “So, what did you have planned for today? I know you’ve got the night off, and I don’t have to be at my mom’s house until later, so can we do something together?”
A wicked smile crept over Anna’s face, and before she could overthink her flirtatious reply, she let it out, “I thought we DID just do something together…”
Ryan let out a laugh that started her giggling as well. “We certainly did. And trust me, I would like to do that with you again very soon.” Ryan’s tone sobered. “But if you’re going to give me a chance, then I want to do this relationship thing right. Which means I want to take you out for a day-date.”
“A day-date?”
“Yeah. A daytime date. Maybe not as romantic as an evening date but with both of us working at The Lucky Strike, day-dates might be the best we can do sometimes. I hope that’s okay.”
Anna smiled. “That sounds absolutely wonderful. Can our day-date include Samson? He needs some exercise.”
As if on cue, there was a scratch at the bedroom door and Samson let out a whine. Ryan leaned down and kissed Anna. “I think that’s a fantastic idea.”
