Nine
Sylvie
My feet come to a sudden halt when I see Ryan on the couch. He’s in a seated position, his head on the back of the couch. Fast asleep.
Oh. Wow, I guess my company is riveting. Although… He told me about that accident this morning and he’s been on a long shift. Oh no. I’ve kept him awake when he is exhausted. I should have let him go home earlier.
Ryan is the kind of guy who would have said if he wanted to leave. This is his body catching up with him. And feeling comfortable maybe. I could never fall asleep in a stranger’s house. Funny how he doesn’t feel like a stranger.
What do I do? Let him sleep, wake him up. Stand here like a creeper and watch him? I’m doing number three. Greedily, and without having to worry, I take in the perfection of his face. His expression is softer when he sleeps, his forehead smooth and the lines around his eyes are relaxed.
I’ve heard people say men look younger when they’re sleeping but Ryan doesn’t. He just looks… Perfect. One of his hands is resting on his stomach, the other is on the arm of the couch. His limbs are loose, his legs spread.
Should I get him a blanket? He must be exhausted to have fallen asleep so easily. I should let him rest.
The book I’m reading is on the table beside his beer glass. I can sit and read while he rests. Just for a little while, then I’ll wake him before it gets too late.
Mind made up, I slip out of my shoes and walk around Ryan’s outstretched legs. Leaning across him, I almost have my hand on the book when Ryan moves one of his legs. It knocks me off balance and I stumble forward with a yelp.
Ryan’s eyes pop open and he puts his hands up as I fall towards him. He grabs my arms and sits forward to stop my momentum but the way he jolted, and how he moved sends us the wrong way and I fall backwards. We go down in a heap on the carpet.
I let out an oof sound and Ryan grunts as he lands on top of me. Fortunately, I have a very plush carpet but my ass and back take that hit.
“Shit, Sylvie, are you alright?”
“I’m so sorry,” I blurt out. “That was my fault.”
“What happened?” Ryan still sounds confused.
“I was getting my book and, you moved and I…”
“Shit, I’m crushing you,” he shifts onto his elbows, shaking his head like he is brushing off the sleep. “Are you hurt?”
Maybe I’ll have a few bruises tomorrow, but I don’t want him to feel bad about that, so I shake my head. We both become aware he is lying on top of me. Our faces are inches apart.
“I fell asleep?”
All I can do is nod. His scent is surrounding me, the weight of him is pushing against me but he isn’t squashing me. The way we’re aligned right now, even the slightest move will mean a certain part of him will rub against a certain part of me.
“I was going to let you sleep,” I breathe out.
“And you did that by trying to climb over me?” he lifts a brow.
“I was reaching for my book,” I answer. “On the table next to you.”
Are we seriously having this conversation with him lying on top of me?
“You were going to sit in the corner quietly reading your book, listening to me snore?”
“That’s my idea of a good time.”
“It is?” he asks, his eyes lowering to my lips. I nod again. “I’ve just realized I’m lying on top of you.”
“Just?”
“Yeah… And I don’t want to move.”
My intake of breath is shaky but I decide to be brave, because I want to kiss him right now. I might not get another chance.
He’s not moving back, like he said. He puts his weight down on one elbow and raises his other hand, gently brushing my hair back.
Eyes locked, breathing a little labored, he ducks his head. Just before his lips meet mine, he pauses.
“Is this okay?”
He is so sweet, for a big burly firefighter. No man has ever asked if it’s okay to kiss me before. God, is it. Yes. Absolutely yes. I raise my head up the last few inches to meet his and let out a sigh as our lips meet.
My whole body heats as he strokes my cheek, our lips tentative but soft. He lifts slightly and stares at me. Before I can tell him not to stop, he lowers back down and kisses me with more intention. His tongue tastes my lips and without hesitation I open up for him.
The kiss deepens. Parts of me that have been dormant so long wake the hell up, tingling with excitement, throbbing between my legs.
Arching up to his chest, my breasts brush against his T-shirt and he groans into my mouth. I clutch at his waist, my hands sliding underneath the hem to the hot skin beneath. I gasp against his mouth as our tongues roll together. His fingers trail down my cheek, toying with the collar of my shirt.
I want him to rip it off me. Feel his skin against mine. Hell, I want him to drill me into the floor but that is probably too much to ask for after our first ever kiss.
We both pause for breath, Ryan looking down at me. It’s hard to hide his arousal, it's pressing between my legs. He thrusts once and I moan.
“Fuck, Sylvie,” he breathes out.
“Okay.”
“What?” he asks in surprise.
Oops. I thought he was asking. I’m all for it. Ryan grins at me, then pulls back. Disappointment fills me. Oh no, did I go too far. Does he not want to…
He takes my hand and pulls me up as he leans back on his knees. “Not on the floor,” he says, leaning forward to nip at my lips.
Good, that’s good. I agree, the floor is hard.
Ryan gets to his feet and pulls me up with him. “Are you sure?” he asks.
“Yes,” I tell him, with no hesitation at all. If we were to pull apart now and stop this, I think I might die.
We kiss again, Ryan cups the back of my head and tilts it so he can get a better angle and deepen the kiss even more. Taking a couple of steps back, he doesn’t break the contact as he sits, taking me with him so I straddle his lap. I grab on to his shoulders as his hands come up between my arms and he unbuttons my blouse.
He leans back to un-tuck it from my pants, and he stares at my breasts. “Can I?”
“You don’t have to keep asking,” I say with a soft smile, then pull my arms back to remove the blouse. I gasp when he trails his fingers over the cups of my bra. My nipples are so hard they may bust through the fabric.
Ryan slips his hands behind my back to undo the bra but his fingers trail against fabric. He looks up at me, confused. I smile and move my hands to the front opening on the bra. I have bigger than average boobs so need a sturdier bra. It’s still pretty, floral with silk cups.
His eyes widen as the catch opens and the sides of the bra drop revealing myself to him. He groans as he slides his hands around my waist, his thumbs moving over the nipples.
“I’ve never seen a bra like that before,” he says. “I like it.” He massages my boobs and I tilt my head back, moaning at the contact which feels like an electric current running through me. “You have amazing breasts,” he tells me.
“They’re a little big,” I say, that familiar vulnerability rising.
“No,” he leans forward and kisses my throat, trailing his lips and tongue over my collar bone. “They’re perfect,” he adds, looking up at me as his thumbs flick my hardened nipples. “Everything about you is.”
That isn’t true. I carry a little weight and I hate my wider than normal hips but Ryan isn’t deterred and I clutch at his shoulders as his mouth finds my nipple, sucking it into his mouth. His hands push into the back of my pants, squeezing my ass.
On instinct I writhe against him. His hard-on bumps up against my clit and my eyes roll at the contact.
“God, Sylvie,” he groans, helping me roll up and down his shaft.
He feels big, I want to see it. He strokes my hips and back up to my breasts, pushing the bra off as I writhe faster and reach for his belt buckle. His eyes are half-mast as I push my hand inside his jeans, over his boxer briefs and stroke him.
“Fuck,” he grinds out in a low voice.
Any restraint he was showing earlier dissolves the minute I take his shaft in my palm. He moves suddenly, rolling us over so I’m beneath him on the couch. His legs are too long to stretch out on top of me. One of his knees is on the floor, the other between my thighs. He kisses down my body and drags my pants off me.
When he backs up, I squeeze my thighs together and subconsciously put my arm across my breasts to hide them.
Ryan was about to slide off his jeans but he leans down and takes my arm gently, moving it aside. “Don’t hide. You’re gorgeous, Sylvie.”
My heart melts, along with all the insecurities. He strips off his shirt and kicks off his jeans and it rises again. He’s like an Adonis, all sculpted muscle and tanned skin. The gulp is audible and his lip twitches.
“Like what you see?” he smirks.
All I can do is nod. He picks up his jeans and takes out his wallet, giving a sheepish smile. I’m not sure why until he takes a condom from it. I’m not bothered by that, even if it is a little old school. At least he’s prepared. I sure as hell wasn’t. We would have had to stop if he didn’t have one.
And that would be a damn shame.
“This isn’t gonna work,” he frowns down at the couch.
My stomach drops but Ryan shakes his head. “I mean I want this to be good for both of us. Can we go to your bedroom?”
I expected him to just dive right in or pick me up and set me on his knee again. I’m coming to learn that as big and brawny and confident as Ryan comes across, he’s a sweetheart who wants to take care of me.
We’re both only in our pants as he helps me up and I lead the way down the hall. He doesn’t take his hands from my body as he moves along behind me, roaming over my ass and hips, brushing my hair aside so he can kiss my neck.
Is my bed made? Did I pick up those clothes that I got out this morning and decided I didn’t want to wear?
Ryan doesn’t care. Once we’re inside, he drags me to the bed without even looking at our surroundings. He pushes me down on the bed and strokes my stomach. If the stretch marks bother him, he doesn’t show it. He doesn’t care, I see that now.
My panties are slid down, then he steps back and looks at me. The raw lust in his eyes gives me the confidence to push my feet back so my knees are up and I open them slightly.
“Yeah,” he grabs his dick and strokes it. Then pushes his boxer briefs down and I get my first glimpse of him in his full naked glory.
There is no time to take it all in before he’s slipping on the condom and crawling over me. Our bodies meet and his lips close over mine. He doesn’t rush, he’s sweet and his tongue moves slowly against mine. I’ve never been kissed so sweetly and hungrily at the same time.
My head explodes when he puts two fingers into his mouth to wet them, then lowers them between my legs. He needn’t have bothered. I’m so wet it’s embarrassing.
“You’re nice and tight,” he whispers against my throat as he works his fingers slowly inside me.
“It’s been a while,” I mumble.
He lifts his head. “Do me a favor Sylvie,” he asks.
“What?”
“Don’t mention any other men right now. I’ll lose my mind and fuck you too hard to make you forget them. I don’t want to rush this.”
“Oh,” I blink rapidly, then groan and spread my legs wider as he pushes in deeper. My back arches, my head is buried in the pillows as he works his fingers inside of me. He doesn’t stop until my breath catches and I pant.
“Moan for me,” he whispers into my ear and then sucks on my neck.
That’s it. I’m done. I couldn’t stop it if I tried. The climax hits me like a freight train, and I do what he says and then some, crying out as my soul leaves my body and my eyes squeeze so tight I’m not sure they’ll ever open again.
They do, and when I open them, Ryan is smiling down at me. He moves between my legs and looks straight into my eyes.
“May I?”
I love he checks in. “Please,” I whisper.
His hips spread my legs wider as he slots in perfectly and aligns us. Using one hand, he guides the tip inside of me. Gentle hands brush hair from my cheek, and he cups my jaw, lifting my chin so he can kiss me.
And pushes inside.