26. Chapter 26
Chapter 26
Emily
H oly shit! Never in my life had I come so hard from a tongue. Everything in my body suddenly stopped working as intense waves of pleasure ignited everywhere. For a second, he made me believe in an afterlife because I was positive I was dead and in heaven.
As the waves settled, I lifted from Ryan’s face, shocked at what I’d just done. I’d never ridden someone’s face before - not that I’d been asked to - but he wouldn’t take no for an answer. In most cases it would be a bad thing, but fuck! I couldn’t be bothered to care about his demands if this was the type of outcome I’d get from complying.
Collapsing to the bed, I pushed my fingers into my hair, feeling the sweat gathering at my brow line. I was warm, so freaking warm and relaxed, and also empowered. I’d never felt more beautiful, or desirable, than I had in that moment.
“I’m not done with you,” Ryan stated, rolling to me and kissing my stomach.
“I don’t know how you plan on topping that,” I breathed out, still trying to regulate my racing heart.
He simply chuckled, before he moved his hand to the button on his jeans. As he shoved them down, taking boxers with them, his cock sprang free, and I gulped. Mentally, I couldn’t help but berate myself for avoiding this man from the moment he entered town.
I could have had that for years? And my stupid no dating people from Maple Creek rule stopped it? I cock blocked myself!
As Ryan moved, my widened eyes moved to his face and he flashed a mischievous grin at me.
“I have a point to prove,” he said, as his finger dipped between my wet slit.
“What’s that?” I gasped, as he dragged the wetness to my clit and drew a tight circle there.
“Your book boyfriends are great, but I can still do it better.”
Two fingers slid into my pussy as his thumb rubbed against my clit. My hips bucked off the bed as he worked the sensitive nerves until pleasure took over. Heat pooled in my lower stomach and pushed out through my body. Ryan was propped above me on one arm as his fingers messaged the beautiful pleasure center inside of me. My eyes drifted closed as my head pushed back into the pillow under it.
“Eyes on me. I want you to see exactly who controls your pleasure.”
My eyes snapped open, taking in his heated stare. A wave of desire rushed through me, and he groaned as my walls clamped around his fingers. His head lowered and he took a nipple into his mouth. As his tongue flicked over the peak, my hand pushed into his hair. The pump of his fingers sped up, and as I rushed toward another climax, I moaned out.
When the pleasure curled into a tight coil, my hand snapped out to grab his wrist and my back arched.
“Ryan!” I screamed out as the coil snapped and my orgasm rushed through me.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he praised as his fingers continued to move in me, keeping me at my high. “So fucking beautiful when you come.”
As his movements slowed, I began to come down from the high. My body twitched as he removed his hand from my pussy and slid his fingers into his mouth. He kept his eyes on mine as he slowly dragged his fingers out.
“You taste like mine,” he stated, and my mouth dropped open.
As he rolled away, a side table drawer opened and shut, before he rolled back to me and kissed my lips. The kiss deepened and as his tongue slid into my mouth, I could taste myself there.
The crinkle of a condom wrapper sounded but it didn’t pull my attention from the way he devoured me. His five o’clock shadow scratched against my face and the palm of my hand. As I remembered the way it scraped against the insides of my thighs, a rush of wetness pooled in me again.
He maneuvered his body above mine and my other hand reached down. As I lifted my knees, my hand wrapped around his condom covered cock and it twitched at the touch. Together we guided the head to meet my entrance. As he pushed in, my hand went to his hip and we moaned into each other’s mouths.
My walls stretched around him as he slowly pushed his length into me - hitting every sensitive nerve along the way. When the last inch pushed in, our kiss broke.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I moaned out, a slight whine in my tone.
“I’ll never get enough. You’re fucking perfect,” he replied.
Sparks of heat warmed my core and traveled out to every end of my body as he began to pull back and thrust in repeatedly. My fingers dug into his hip and ribs as he pushed into me. His eyes roved over my face, and my hips rolled with each of his thrusts.
As my walls tightened around him, he groaned, “That’s it. Such a good girl, gripping me so tight. Take your pleasure, sweetheart. It’s yours.”
Tingles ran up my spine at his words, and together we moved harder. My legs tightened around his hips with each deepened thrust as he kept hitting a magical spot inside of me. My lips parted, and my head pushed back into the pillow as my body spiraled into chasing its pleasure.
Dropping to his elbows above me, he wrapped one arm around the back of my knee. His pace became brutal as he pounded into me, and the slight position change had a whole new wave of sensations running through me. Everything else escaped my brain, and all that was left was a heavy need.
“You’re so close, sweetheart. Do it. Come on my cock and take me with you,” he moaned out between each deepened thrust.
“Oh, fuck. Ryan,” I gasped as my body reached the cliff.
“I’ve got you.” His mouth crushed mine as ecstasy exploded within me.
Stars burst across my vision, a rushing wave sounded through my brain, and an intense crashing pleasure overtook my body. Ryan moaned into my mouth as my walls pulsed violently around him. All that existed was this moment, this incredible, all consuming, pleasure-filled moment where nothing but the two of us resided.
As the numbness crept in and the last twitches of pleasure from both Ryan and myself subsided, he pulled back from the kiss and stared into my eyes. It had never been like this. I didn’t think it could be. Soul connecting, life shattering sex only ever happened in romance novels. Gazing up into Ryan’s dark eyes, somehow, it was clear I’d never be the same again. No one else would ever feel like this.
As his cock slid from me, I winced. It had been too long since I’d last had sex and the delicious ache was settling in.
“Stay here,” he commanded and I nodded.
It wasn’t like I could move anyway. Pleasure I had never experienced before had been wrung from my body, and all I could do was lay there. As he moved from the bed, my eyes grew heavy, and I registered the parched feeling in my mouth. I needed water and sleep.
Water ran from a sink in the connected en suite, and I took a moment to look around his bedroom. Like the rest of his house it was sparsely decorated, a dresser sat opposite of the bed with nothing but a rolled belt sitting on top. Two night stands framed the bed with dark sheets on it. There was no artwork, or anything telling about Ryan’s personality.
Ryan stepped out of the bathroom and strode toward me, pulling my focus back to him. He pressed a warm wet washcloth to my sensitive pussy, and I sighed. Gently wiping me he pressed a soft kiss to my lips.
“I’ll be right back,” Ryan said as he tossed the rag into a hamper next to his dresser.
He tugged on a clean pair of boxers, taking away my view of his firm ass, then he strolled out of the room. I listened as noises came from the kitchen below us and enjoyed the relaxed tingles that took over my muscles. A few minutes later he returned with a couple of cold bottles of water and a handmade sub sandwich.
This is what I’m talking about. Nothing would ever beat a man bringing his woman a sandwich after amazing sex. Hell to the mother fucking yes.