Prologue #3
His words, whispered against my lips, restored another tiny piece of my soul. I’d left my first marriage with damage that still hadn’t fully healed almost five years later. The wounds had scarred over but they were still there, and the reminder of them would rear its ugly head from time to time.
When I’d first met Ryan, I thought my trust issues would prevent me from ever being in a healthy relationship, but he’d proven me wrong.
On our fourth date, we’d had sex and it had been wonderful, the most incredible experience of my life.
Before Chad, there had been two other men I’d been involved with briefly, but none of them, Chad included, ever came close to setting my world on fire.
Ryan created an inferno that consumed me, and I loved every second of it.
I’d kept my top on that first night, a lacy little bralette that looked sexy yet covered enough to keep my insecurity about my small breasts at bay. When I’d tried to do the same thing the next time, Ryan had noticed and gently questioned me.
He’d listened in mounting fury as I’d told him everything, including the humiliating comments Chad had made about my breasts.
Ryan had then spent the next hour showing me exactly how much he loved my body – every single inch of it, but especially my boobs.
Afterward, he’d set a self-imposed moratorium on strip clubs, so that I wouldn’t be triggered.
“I haven’t been to one since right after college, and never cared for them much anyway,” he had assured me then. “I definitely won’t go knowing that it will upset you.”
He’d reminded me of that promise a few times since.
I’d been triggered when we’d watched a movie with a sub-plot of a man cheating with a dancer, then again when The Body Shop had made the news after an irate woman attacked her husband in the parking lot, and once after I met Chad at a park so he could visit with Tanner, and he’d taunted me that I wouldn’t be able to hold Ryan’s attention for long.
Each time, he reminded me of his vow, and each time it made me even more certain that this man would value me above all others and never do anything to jeopardize our relationship.
That knowledge, along with remembering the video from last night, gave me the confidence to not only believe him now, but to tease him a little about such a sensitive topic.
“Everything you want, and more, huh? Well, since the boys won’t be home for a while, maybe you could expound on that a little? A hands-on demonstration, perhaps?” I arched a brow and gave him a wicked grin.
Ryan smiled, relief evident on his face as he reached for the covers and peeled them away from my body. His eyes roved over me, lingering on my breasts for a long moment before he flashed me a wolfish grin and cupped them in his huge hands.
“I can definitely do that,” he murmured.
“I was thinking about these beauties all evening. The perfect handful, with such pretty, pink nipples.” He gently plucked them, making me moan in pleasure.
“So fucking sensitive.” He bent to lick and suck first one, and then the other, grunting in satisfaction as I writhed against him.
He settled his body low between my spread legs and latched on to me again, his lips tugging and his tongue circling the hard buds. I clutched his head to my chest as I arched my back to give him better access.
“So responsive,” he whispered, his breath skating over my damp, aroused flesh and making my whole body shiver.
My nipples had always been incredibly sensitive, and although none of my previous lovers had given much attention to them, Ryan had discovered early on that he could make me come by nipple play alone.
It had quickly become one of his favorite things to do.
Mine, too, honestly. It always made me feel sexy and wanted and gave me a new-found appreciation for my body.
“I think I’ll make you come, just like this, and then I’ll make you come on my cock.”
Heat flooded my core and my pussy clenched at the thought. My hips bucked, grinding my pelvis against his rock-hard abs and he chuckled.
“Will that be an adequate demonstration? I’d be happy to go for a third time if you need more proof,” he teased.
Almost three hours later, our combined shouts of pleasure bounced off the bedroom walls as he bent me over the end of the bed and railed me from behind.
“Number three,” he panted in satisfaction as he pumped into me one last time, then slapped me on the ass as he pulled out.
I collapsed onto the mattress with a laugh, then rolled onto my back and pushed my hair away from my sweat-dampened face so I could have an unobstructed view of the man who’d rocked my world.
His chest was heaving, and the veins on his arms were bulging from the exertion of holding my hips up as he’d pounded into me. His cock, now softening, was still impressive, and I unconsciously licked my lips, causing him to groan.
“You’re gonna need to stop looking at me like that, sweets. As much as I’d love your mouth, we don’t have time for a fourth round since the boys will be home in an hour. Besides, I need a little while to recover.”
We headed to the shower, and he managed to recover just fine when I dropped to my knees and took his cock down my throat a few minutes later.