Chapter Forty Seraphina
Chapter Forty
Seraphina
Ryder had me against the wall, and I kept my ankles locked at his back as he made love to me with his mouth.
The way this man kissed ... it was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. Slow and sensual. Never sloppy or rushed. The perfect amount of tongue. The perfect everything altogether that I didn’t know existed before him.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asked a few heated moments later, arching back to meet my eyes, still holding me up against the wall. One hand braced over my shoulder, and the other comfortably at my ass. “Here? Tonight?” He rotated his hips, letting me feel how hard he was.
“Technically, it’s the morning,” I teased. “Also, now our one-week anniversary.”
“What if I missed a camera?” He grimaced and relaxed his hold of me, and I slipped my legs down, my feet finding the floor.
“You didn’t.” I set my hand on his chest and leaned in, wrapping my other behind his neck before shifting my fingers up into his hair.
I kissed him softly, trying to pull him out of his head. Being stuck in our thoughts was the opposite of what either of us wanted or needed.
“And I mean, if you did miss a camera, it’s totally a bucket list item of mine to be a porn star.”
He laughed, and the husky sound vibrated into my chest, which meant my joke had the desired outcome. “You got rid of your list, missy.”
I kept my hand casually toying with the strands of his hair while my other coasted over the hard ridge of muscles in the arm he had propped up. “Right, right.” I lazily trailed my finger along the prominent vein there.
His facial muscles went taut again. I could see the wheels of indecision turning. “What if someone unlocks and opens the door?”
The man was an alpha to the core, but in a way I loved, and I knew it’d make him crazy to have someone else see me butt-ass naked and having sex. I wouldn’t be a fan of a woman seeing him, either, so I couldn’t argue there.
“I’m guessing they’ll get a free show isn’t the answer you’ll want to hear from me.”
“You’d be correct,” he said in a semi-amused tone while he pushed away from the wall, drawing his palm to my waist. “I want you. More than you can possibly know.”
I was well aware of that truth based on the bulge in his jeans. “You’re going to back out? Take some type of moral high ground instead of being crazy like I want? Offer a rain check, right?”
His brows tightened. “More like a weather delay,” he said with a quick wink, continuing with our analogy, and God did I love an intelligent man.
Strong, protective, handsome, funny, and smart. I was done. Cooked. Ready to go all in. We just had the minor inconvenience of the CIA and cartel in our way. You know, no big deal.
“I have plans for us. Like taking you up against this wall,” he said, while drawing his fingers along my waist and beneath my shirt. He shifted my bra to the side, and his big hand engulfed my breast. “Maybe on the bed for our first time, then a good hard fuck against the wall.”
“Well ...” I swallowed at the delicious imagery he’d painted. “When you put it that way ...” I held my breath for a few seconds, not looking forward to him telling me we needed to wait for so-called clearer skies before being together. “But not now?” I asked when he’d yet to continue.
Was there something wrong with me that I wanted to have sex minutes after he’d opened up about his father? In my defense, I wanted to show this man love and affection. Help ease his pain in the only way I could right now since it was too soon to share my feelings with words.
“You’re pouting.” He lightly squeezed my breast, then played with my nipple.
Such a tease. “Don’t be sad. I’m just thinking we wait an hour or two.
Not until after the op, just until Beth gets her ass handed to her by Potus .
I’m assuming Batman will make that happen sooner rather than later.
” He kissed the tip of my nose. “Trust me, I can’t wrap my head around waiting any longer than that. ”
Oh, thank God. My whole body relaxed. “Neither can I. Crazy or not, I don’t care. I have to feel you or I won’t be able to focus. It’s probably the only way I can get my head on straight, feeling you come inside me.”
He blinked not once but twice. Recalibrating? Replaying what I’d said? “Beautiful?”
“Yes?” Also, he could call me that every day of the week.
He removed his hand from beneath my shirt and smoothed the pad of his thumb along the line of my lips.
“If you mention me coming inside you again, I won’t be able to wait.
I will give zero fucks about the mission or any possible interruptions.
” His other hand went to the waistband of my jeans, and he hooked his thumb at the side.
“I will take you right now, and it’ll be hard.
Dirty. And not soft and slow like you deserve for our first time. ”
“Who said I want it soft and slow?” I caught his thumb with my teeth and licked. “Maybe I want you balls-deep inside me up against this wall right here and right now. Maybe I want to see you fall apart in under a minute, knowing I’m the reason.”
His hooded eyes flew over my face to where I licked his thumb again. “What am I going to do with this mouth of yours?” He shifted his hand to my cheek, angling his head while studying my lips.
“Take me now. Save the soft and slow way for later. For when we have time to explore each other’s bodies without interruption.
” I fisted his shirt, drawing myself closer to him in desperate, achy need.
“Please, Ryder.” My voice cracked that time, the desperation hijacking my normal tone and taking over.
His jaw strained as his eyes darkened, and then he stood back, freeing me of my caged position, and unzipped his jeans. “I’m going to taste you first. Get you close. Then fill you, okay?”
Can’t argue with that.
“In the bathroom, against the wall. Need a layer of protection in case someone walks in.” Keeping his jeans up but unzipped, he took my hand and guided me to what felt like would be the promised land.
He shut the door behind us, cursed at the lack of a lock there, then whipped out a towel in preparation for the cum that’d be spilling down my legs after he did what I wanted.
After hanging the towel on the hook next to us, he stepped in front of me and demanded, “Tell me again. Tell me this is really what you want. Like this?”
“More than anything,” I told him without hesitation, and at that, he helped me out of my jeans but opted to leave on my panties.
With my back to the door, he lowered before me and hooked my panties to the side. “So wet.” Eyes up on me, he dragged his tongue along my sex, and I had to bite down on my molars not to cry.
“Fuuuuck,” I whispered when he stroked me with his tongue, returning his eyes to my clit.
I grabbed hold of his hair, relishing in every delicious, wonderful second of this man’s mouth on me.
Beth who? CIA what? Not even a minute later, I patted his shoulder, begging, “Now. You need to fill me now. Right—right ...” I panted. “Now.”
“Yes, ma’am.” The confirmation vibrated against my sex, then he returned my panties in place and stood. He shoved down his jeans and boxers to his thighs and wasted no time, hoisting me into his arms, wrapping my legs around him.
Fatigue from lack of sleep didn’t impact his ability to hold me. He had to have insane strength and energy to keep me upright like this.
I reached between us to move my panties to the side, feeling his hard length nudging against me.
“Are you ready?” I asked him, breathing hard, on the verge of coming already.
“More than you know,” he grated out, barely parting his teeth as he stared deep into my eyes.
One week since he zipped up my dress, and here he was unzipped and about to drive his cock inside me.
Whatever will be, will be. I thought just as I guided him to my center, and he placed both hands beneath my ass and shifted me up against the wall, only to use the force of gravity to allow me to take him. And I meant all of him.
One hard and fast thrust had joined our bodies. Was this what being whole felt like?
I cradled the back of his head with one hand, burying my fingertips in his back with the other. I rocked against him in this position. Moved right along with him as he held me there. Giving me the hard fuck he promised while somehow managing to make it sweet and intimate.
He held on to my ass, using the wall for support to help us move, to help me ride him like this, hitting the bundle of nerves in the most pleasurable and erotic way.
He leaned back, his body going still as he found my mouth. “You feel ...” He brought his mouth near mine. “I don’t know what to say.”
Tears filled my eyes, not because I was on the cusp of an orgasm—which I was—but from the emotions passing between us.
He set his forehead against mine. “First sight for me. Not day three, just so you know,” he said before he began moving again. Thrusting. Fucking. Killing me in the best possible way.
I let his words wash over me like the rain he promised. Let their meaning latch on to my heart. I dropped my mouth to his shoulder and lightly bit him without sinking my teeth into his flesh. I had to stop myself from screaming as I shuddered. As I came.
He waited until I was done, and then I felt the tremor of his release shoot through him and into me.
Breathing hard. Panting. The both of us.
He slowly let my legs down while kissing me.
The sticky wetness of his ejaculation slipped down my thighs, and I hooked my arm behind his neck to keep us together, not giving a damn where we were. I just needed another minute with him as we held each other.
I opened my mouth, prepared to share my truth back with him, but someone was knocking. Someone was outside our door. Ah, shit. Reality slapped me in the face hard and fast.
“It’s Nate. The president wants to talk to you.”