Biting his bottom lip, he pushes me back until I’m lying across the cool wooden surface.
He stands between my open legs, still fully clothed, and leans over my body, placing tender kisses along my breasts. I groan as he draws a nipple into his mouth, sucking softly. He lingers for a moment before claiming my lips again. My hands thread through his hair at the nape of his neck, wanting him closer.
I whimper when he pulls away and bends low, sliding his hands down my calves, his palms warm on my skin. He guides my legs up, placing each foot on the edge of the table, spreading me wide, leaving my wet pussy fully exposed.
“Please,” I whimper.
His breath deepens as he sinks to his knees in front of me. The sight of him on the kitchen floor, hands braced against my inner thighs, looking up at me as if I am the only thing in the room that matters, makes my pulse race.
“Good,” he praises. “Just like that.”
The air between us thickens. I can barely breathe as he brushes feather-light kisses along my inner thigh, higher and higher. Each one makes it impossible to think about anythingexcept where he’ll go next. A shaky breath escapes me, and I let my head tip back.
He settles his hands a little firmer on my thighs, his warm breath brushing my centre. Nothing else matters but him right here, right now.
“Ryan,” I groan.
He shifts slightly closer to the place that makes me tremble.
“Stop teasing,” I say, a soft moan escaping my lips.
His heated eyes lock on to mine.
Reaching between my knees, I tug on his hair, letting him know I am desperate for more. Now.
Finally, I feel the warmth of his mouth against my pussy. My hands clutch his hair tighter, guiding him closer as his tongue teases the sensitive spot that makes my body quiver.
Another moan escapes me, shaky and breathless as he works me with slow, deliberate strokes. Each one sends sparks through me. I lift into him, chest heaving, utterly lost to the sensation of his tongue circling my clit.
“God…Ryan,” I gasp, fingers still tangled in his hair.
His lips and tongue drive me higher and higher. Every touch sharpens the fire burning inside me.
I can’t hold back any longer. My back arches, and a shuddering cry escapes my lips as pleasure crashes through me, leaving me trembling beneath him.
He lets me ride out every last spark of my release before lifting his head, smiling with satisfaction.
“Up here. Now,” I command, voice breathless. His eyes, dark with hunger, bore into mine as he rises to his feet. Leaning down, he captures my mouth in a heated kiss. I can taste myself on his lips and tongue. His hands slide over my body as if committing each curve to memory.
Breaking away, he steps back just enough, fingers deftly undoing his zipper. My heart hammers as he frees himself frombehind his boxer briefs. I groan, anticipation coursing through me as he aligns himself, pressing against my swollen pussy.
My hands clutch his forearms, and my back arches off the table as he plunges into me with one smooth stroke.
“Holy fuck…I’m not going to last long,” he groans. “You feel amazing.”
He moves faster now, each thrust deep and hard. The table grates against the floor beneath me, jolting with each flex of his hips.
I gasp and dig my nails into him, gripping him tightly as my small breasts bounce.
Heat coils tight in my belly as I feel another orgasm come barrelling towards me.
Sensing my need, he spits where we are joined and uses his finger pads to circle around my sensitive clit. The contact makes me detonate.
A low groan rumbles through his chest, and his grip on my hips tightens as his body tenses. With one last stroke, his cock pulses as he comes deep inside me.
My feet slip from the edge of the table and wrap around him as he collapses over me, resting his head on my chest.
He lies there for a moment until our breaths gradually even out. I trace small patterns on his back, savouring the weight of him.
