‘This smile,’ he says, brushing his thumb against my lips, ‘is my favourite fucking smile. And this,’ he adds, my eyes fluttering closed as he dusts a kiss across my lashes. ‘This fire, this passion in your eyes … turns me the fuck on.’
Reaching up on my toes, I feel his smile curl against my lips right before he kisses me. He kisses me slowly. Both his palms cup my face as his tongue drives between my lips. He doesn’t let me breathe as he devours me, flooding all my senses with him.
My mind explodes and expands like a thousand stars being born in the sky.
He picks me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. ‘You need to paint again, baby,’ he whispers against my lips. ‘Your cars are beautiful. But this …’ He nods at my new artwork. ‘It’s a disservice to the world if you don’t make this.’
Intense pleasure washes over me, making me arch into his touch.
‘Thank you,’ I tell him.
I tilt my head back in bliss. He’s the most delicious type of torture I’ve ever known. Warm lips move down my neck, leaving bites, sucks and kisses until he meets the valley between my breasts.
His hand forces my face forward to meet his eyes. His minty breath fans across my skin, making me feel drunk with lust. I hold his gaze and roll my body against his. The friction against my pussy sends sparkles through my body, right to my fingertips and toes. My clit swells and I feel slickness building between my legs.
He unwraps my legs from around his body and I slowly slide down every hard muscle. When my feet hit the floor, he spins me around so my back is to his front. ‘Bend over.’
I place my hands on the workbench and look at him over my shoulder, confused when I see him shake his head. He presses a hand to my lower back, not rough, but commanding.
‘Right over, baby.’
I melt under his touch, letting him press my breasts into the wooden table.
‘Yeah,’ he purrs. Tingles erupt through my body as his rough hands run over my thighs and ass. ‘Just like that, baby. Just like that. Christ, you’re fucking beautiful.’
Hiking my skirt up, he runs feather-light strokes on the inside of my spread thighs before teasing my entrance through the silk of my panties. Heat blooms across my face at how soaked the fabric is. He hooks a finger in the waistband and it bites into my skin as he tears the material from my body.
He groans, running the tips of his fingers at my dripping-wet slit. The scent of sex mingles with the aroma of paintand clay, creating an all-consuming fragrance that fills the air. He’s barely touched me and I feel like I could shatter. It’s torture. I roll my hips into him, needing more.
‘Goddamn, Gianna. Your pussy …’ Ryker’s voice is thick with approval. ‘I need to taste you.’
He kneels down behind me, biting my skin along my waist and ass. His strong hands support my hips and I’m overwhelmed by warmth when his tongue slips between my folds.
He groans, the sound maddening. ‘So fucking beautiful.’
He’s ravenous as his tongue works me. I cry out, my insides liquefying with pleasure until the sensation spreads through all my limbs. I offer him more, shamelessly pressing my pussy into his face. Ragged, heavy breaths are ripped from my chest as he works me with the kind of skill that can’t be human.
‘Such a good girl,’ he breathes between licks. ‘This taste—’
He doesn’t finish his words. He’s wild as he sucks my clit, and I greedily open wider for him. His fingers dig into my flesh, and I submit to being devoured by him. When my eyes open, I catch my reflection in the window – a wanton mess of frizzy curls, bruised skin and swollen lips. My mind floats away while heat races under my skin. My legs threaten to give out on me and the more he buries his face into me, the wetter I get.
‘Fuck,’ I whimper. ‘Ryker.’
‘I love the way you say my name.’ His breath is hot against my pussy, then he swirls his tongue and … oh, god …
‘Ryker!’
‘That’s it,’ he praises. ‘Scream my name as you come on my face.’
I grind into his face as my muscles spasm and my breath catches in my lungs. When he thrusts two fingers inside, stuffing me full, the pleasure sends me over the edge. Every muscle tightens until my orgasm rips free, exploding inside me.
‘Oh fuck,’ I cry, riding it out.
My chest heaves, trying to catch a breath as the orgasm pulses and slowly dissipates. Ryker stands, wrapping an arm around my waist.
I hear a zip and his clothes falling to the floor before he strokes my bare pussy with the smooth head of his thick erection. Teasing my entrance, he drags his dick up and down my slit, soaking himself in my juices. I’m completely at my monster’s mercy and I’ve never felt more safe.
Warm.
