Chapter 29 #2
I looked down at his cock, long, thick, and impossibly hard. “I think I do,” I mused. My mouth watered as I remembered how much I loved to suck him off. After our last, disastrous blow job, I was a little surprised to realize how much I wanted to drop to my knees before him and swallow him down.
I reached out to wrap my hand around his shaft, but he stopped me and threaded his fingers through mine. He drew my hand up to his mouth and pressed a gentle kiss on my palm followed by a sensual flick of his tongue. It sent a shiver up my spine, and he didn’t miss my reaction.
“Oh, sweetness, if you liked that, you’re going to love what I do with my tongue next.”
His throaty promise made my pussy throb with remembered pleasure. He palmed my ass as he pulled me to him, grinding his erection against me as he bent his head and nibbled his way down my neck.
Anticipation raced through me when he slipped his hands under the waistband of my leggings, and he let out a loud groan when he encountered nothing but my warm skin underneath.
“Fuck, no panties again?”
“I was in a hurry to get dressed,” I said, gasping as he slipped one long finger down the crease of my ass and gently circled the tightly puckered hole he found.
He hadn’t taken me there in well over a year now, and the tender flesh seemed to be extraordinarily sensitive after being neglected for so long.
He pushed my leggings down and bent to pull them off completely, lifting one foot and then the other while I steadied myself with a hand on his shoulder. When he stood, he took a moment to study me, his blue eyes piercing as he roved over every single inch.
In that moment, I was immensely thankful that a disposable razor had been one of the items I’d found with the travel-sized toiletries in my vanity.
I’d have been mortified if I’d been standing with hairy legs and a lady garden that was overdue for a trim.
I was also thankful that I’d taken a shower last night, so I felt nice and fresh for what I hoped was about to happen.
After our make-out session on the couch had left me unbearably aroused, I’d needed the pulsating mode on the detachable shower head to find some relief.
Ryan smiled then, a slow, wickedly seductive smile that I hadn’t seen in so long, it nearly made me weep.
He stepped closer and put a finger under my chin to tilt my head up, then ever so slowly bent his head to capture my lips with his.
The moment our lips touched, he went positively feral, plunging his tongue inside to tangle with mine.
He grasped my leg and hiked it over his hip, then circled his hips to grind his cock against my core.
The feel of him, hot and hard against me made me even wetter than I already was.
Ryan broke contact just enough to whip the covers back with one hand, then nudged me down onto the mattress.
He followed, hovering over me in a plank that I would have admired any other time.
Now, though, I wanted to feel the weight of him, to feel every inch of his body covering mine.
I reached for his ass, admiring the way his muscles flexed under the taut skin as I pulled him to me.
I spread my legs wide to make room for him, then wrapped them around his hips as he settled on top of me.
He kissed me again, passionate, scorching kisses that showed me just how very much he wanted me. I writhed under him, tilting my hips up so that my clit rubbed against him. It didn’t take long before my core tightened, and I knew I was close to flying over the edge.
Ryan knew it, too, and when he shifted off me and whispered, “Not yet, sweetness,” I nearly cried in frustration.
He chuckled, then shifted lower, kissing and licking and sucking on my nipples until I was mindless with need.
“I love how responsive you are. So pretty, like ripe berries just ready to be plucked,” he whispered, then tugged my nipples between his thumbs and index fingers, mimicking a plucking motion. My hips bucked and he chuckled to himself as he did it again and then again.
He shifted lower still, wedging his strong shoulders between my spread thighs. His hands slid underneath my ass, and he lifted my hips, then lowered his head and licked a stripe from my clit down to my pussy.
Every nerve ending in my body lit up, and I cried out. Ryan’s name fell from my lips in a desperate plea for more.
He answered that plea, devouring me as if he were a starving man, and I was his last meal on Earth. He licked, and sucked, taking me to the edge countless times and then backing off at the last possible second.
My fingers were tangled in his hair, and when I tugged a little harder, he groaned. “That’s it, Melanie. Show me how much you like it.”
He drew my legs over his shoulders, giving himself better access. His warm breath skated over my delicate skin, and then he nibbled on my clit. The gentle scrape of his teeth provided the perfect sting, riding the line between pleasure and pain. My pussy clenched, desperate to have him inside me.
I begged him to fuck me then, but again, he just chuckled.
“So impatient,” he chided. He reached up and grabbed the pillow next to me, then slid it under my hips to prop me up in the perfect position for him. He traced his index finger over my lower lips, then moved up to pinch my clit ever so lightly. When I moaned, he did it again, harder this time.
My muscle in my body was taut with anticipation, and I could only take shallow breaths as I waited anxiously to see what he would do next.
He lowered his hand, and slowly slid one finger, and then another inside.
My pussy clenched again as he scissored his fingers, rubbing against my inner walls in the most delicious way.
He pulled out, dragging my juices down to my puckered hole.
I tensed as he circled it, and he stopped for a moment.
“Just relax, sweetness. I know what you like, remember?”
My pussy clenched again, and I reached up to cup my breasts, tugging on my nipples in a desperate attempt to find the release that Ryan was denying me.
He groaned, and I looked down to find him staring at me, his eyes laser-focused on my chest.
He cursed, then dipped his head and thrust his tongue inside me, just as his finger penetrated my ass.
The dual sensation was even more intense than I remembered, and I frantically reached for his head to hold him in place as he continued his assault on my senses.
His finger glided in and out, in the same rhythm as his tongue, and when he added a second finger, my back bowed off the bed, and I screamed his name as a tidal wave of desire swept me over the edge.
Ryan slowed his pace as I came down off my high, then carefully removed his fingers and placed a gentle kiss between my legs. He maneuvered himself to sit back on his haunches between my open thighs. His cock was hard, the head swollen and angry looking, and dripping pre-come down the shaft.
His eyes flashed as he took in the sight of me, flushed and immensely satisfied. He licked his lips, and his eyes fluttered closed.
“Mmm, even more delicious than I remembered.”
I leaned up to reach for him, but he backed away with a slow smile.
“No, sweetness. Tonight was for you. I want to prove that it’s not about me anymore.”
“But –“
He shook his head, and slid out of bed, stopping to give me a tender smile filled with love.
“Come take a shower with me, and then we’re going to go get your things from your parents’ place. You’re coming back home where you belong so I can spend the rest of our lives showing you how much I love you.”