39. Ryan
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
Ryan
A low groan escapes me as I slip into the tight, wet heaven that is Paige’s pussy.
It’s been so hot making her orgasm that I’m already on the verge of coming, so I bite into my bottom lip, trying to keep it at bay.
She might have come twice so far, but I want her to come again.
I want to feel her squeeze my cock, milking my own release.
Her face contorts with pleasure, and she looks more beautiful than ever.
“You’re such a good fucking girl. You’re going to make me come so hard,” I tell her, making her cry out.
I want more. I want all her sounds.
I want to find every single thing that turns her on, every button she loves pressed. I want to explore her and know her inside and out.
Thrust after thrust, she pulses around me, and it gets harder not to let go. I place both of my elbows next to her head, landing a long lick from the pink nub of her breast to her neck. The salty taste of her sweat penetrates my senses, leaving me wanting more. I need her closer.
On a whim, I untie her wrists, one by one. Her arms wrap around my neck tightly, and I’m enveloped by her scent.
It’s still not enough.
So I do the hard decision of exiting her dripping cunt.
“Please, Ryan. Please…”
Fuck, I love hearing her beg. “Don’t worry, baby. You’ve been a very good girl and you’ll be rewarded for it.”
As quickly as I can, I untie her ankles, before getting on top of her. Without my help, my cock finds its way to its favorite spot on Earth.
This time, she wraps her legs around my ass, pulling me closer. We’re a sweaty mess of limbs as I pump harder and faster, pushing us toward ecstasy. When I feel it build at the base of my spine, I lower my hand to her clit, rubbing it in quick circles.
“I can’t hold off any longer, I need you to come for me, baby.”
Our gazes connect. Her glossy eyes are wide open as she stares at me earnestly and dips her chin. It’s a short, fleeting moment. One that pierces my chest, watering the seed to something I’ve probably realized much sooner. There’s something here. Between us.
Something much stronger than sexual exploration and mind-blowing physical connection.
It’s the thought that triggers my orgasm, more intense than I’ve ever felt before. It rattles my bones like an earthquake, shaking me to my very core. As if she senses it, her pussy flutters around me before clenching me with long, drawn-out spasms.
Her moans fill the room, and I wish I could bottle this moment and keep it forever. I stay rooted deep inside her until the very last drop of my cum finds its way to the place where it’s supposed to be. A shiver runs through me at the primal thought.
“Fuck,” I groan out, once we’re finally done trembling, my head dropping to her stomach.
Her body shakes underneath me before the room fills with her laughter.
I join right after, my chest feeling lighter than ever.
My deflating cock still inside her, we laugh and laugh like two lunatics.
Her expression is one of pure, unadulterated happiness, her eyes crinkled with laughter.
My lips press to hers and we kiss lazily until my arms start hurting from holding me up.
Only then do I exit the warm embrace of her pussy, eliciting a disappointed “aww.” I should clean her up, but I drop onto the bed right beside her, my mind too hazy to do anything.
My fingers caress her arm, and for a moment, insecurity churns my insides. I wanted to push her further, to push us both, and I did. Her body reacted like she enjoyed it, but it doesn’t have to be the case. Maybe she’s regretting it.
Her voice breaks through my thoughts. “How do you do it?”
I clear my throat of the lump that formed. “Do what?”
“Read my mind.”
I glance at her with curiosity. Even with the flush to her cheeks from the extensive exertion, I notice the blood rushing to her face.
“Sometimes…” She sighs. “Sometimes you know what I want when I don’t even know I want it.” Her voice is quiet and vulnerable. “It’s scary.” Her lips tip in a half-smile.
A knot inside me unravels. I know exactly what she means, but I have no explanation for it. “I don’t know. I just tend to think about what you could enjoy and then I get carried away with it.”
I don’t mention the fact that it’s become my favorite pastime, thinking about her and doing different things with her. I think about it while making deliveries, I think about it while playing padel with the guys, and I think about it while reading Parker’s book club monster romance.
“No one’s ever done that before.” Her words are so quiet I barely catch them.
“What do you mean?”
“Put my needs first.” My chest squeezes at the thought, but I wait for her to continue. “Our mom didn’t really care, Dad had to focus on something else so that the grief didn’t catch up to him, and the only serious relationship I had was anything but healthy.”
“Want to talk about it?” My heart pumps loudly as I await her response.
“I don’t want to ruin the moment. Besides, I’m pretty sure you promised me fries?” She taps her chin, a smug expression overtaking her face.
My ribs deflate, but I don’t push her. She’ll tell me when she’s ready. “I did. I just figured you wouldn’t want cold fries.” I grab my phone from the pocket of my sweatpants that are currently decorating Paige’s bedroom floor.
She rises to her elbows. “And you were so sure I’d choose you over fries?”
“Was I wrong?” I smirk, earning myself a pillow shucked to my face.
A chuckle escapes me while I quickly place an order through my phone before heading to the bathroom.
The towel already in hand, I realize we probably have enough time for a shower, so I place it back into its spot and return to the bedroom.
I snake my arms underneath Paige’s knees and neck, and carry her to the bathroom.
She squeals with delight before I lower her onto the shower floor.
Both of us giggle while I try to get us clean, lathering our skin with soap suds and washing it off. We’re just about done when the doorbell rings. I dry off in a hurry, throw on my shirt and pants, and rush to the door to grab our food, my mind still swimming with endorphins.