Chapter 6 - Knuckles #2
"I know what I'm asking for. I know this is crazy. I left my wedding just a few hours ago and now I'm in bed with you and nothing about this makes sense. But I don't care. I'm so tired of being careful. So tired of not having what I want. And I want this. I want you."
Fuck.
"You sure?"
"I've never been surer of anything."
That's all I need to hear.
I kiss her again, deeper this time, letting myself touch her the way I've been wanting to since she walked into my room. My hand slides from her face down her neck, feeling her pulse racing under my fingers.
Lower, over the swell of her breast through the t-shirt. She arches into my touch and makes a sound that goes straight to my cock.
"Can I take this off?" I ask against her mouth.
"Yes."
I sit back and grab the hem of the t-shirt, pulling it up slowly. She lifts her arms to help and then she's bare from the waist up, and Jesus fucking Christ.
Her tits are perfect. Full and soft with pink nipples that are already hard. My mouth waters looking at them.
"Fuck," I breathe. "You're fucking beautiful."
She starts to cover herself with her arms. "I'm not—"
"Don't." I gently pull her arms away. "Don't hide from me. You're fucking gorgeous, Savannah. Every inch of you."
"Derek always said—"
"I don't give a fuck what Derek said. He's a piece of shit who didn't deserve you." I lean down and press a kiss to the curve of her breast. "And he was clearly fucking blind."
She gasps when I take her nipple in my mouth. I suck gently, then harder when she arches into it, her hands coming up to tangle in my hair.
"Ryan," she breathes.
Hearing my name in her voice like that, breathy and desperate and full of need, makes me want to give her everything.
I move to her other breast, giving it the same attention. She's making small sounds now, whimpers and gasps that tell me exactly what she likes.
I kiss my way down her stomach, feeling her tense under my mouth.
"What are you doing?" she asks.
"What does it look like?" I look up at her from between her breasts. "I'm gonna eat this pussy until you forget how to form words. That okay with you?"
Her eyes go wide. "You don't have to—"
"I want to. Fuck, Savannah, I've been thinking about tasting you since you walked into my room. So, unless you don't want this, I'm going down on you."
"I... Derek never..."
"Derek's an idiot." I kiss lower, over her stomach. "Tell me yes or no."
She's quiet for a moment. Then: "Yes. God, yes."
I hook my fingers in the waistband of her panties and start pulling them down. She lifts her hips to help and then she's completely bare below the waist.
And fuck me, she's perfect.
Her pussy is already wet, glistening in the lamplight. I can see how turned on she is, can smell her arousal, and it makes my cock throb painfully in my jeans.
"Spread your legs for me," I tell her.
She does, slowly, like she's not quite sure this is real. I settle between her thighs and just look for a moment. Take in the sight of her spread out on my bed, vulnerable and trusting and absolutely fucking gorgeous.
"You change your mind, you tell me," I say. "Anything doesn't feel good, anything hurts, you say stop and I stop. Understood?"
"Understood."
"Good girl."
Then I lean down and run my tongue through her folds, tasting her for the first time.
She tastes like heaven. Sweet and musky and absolutely addictive. I lick her again, slower this time, ending at her clit. She gasps and her hips buck slightly. I grip her thighs to hold her still and do it again.
"Oh God," she breathes.
I circle her clit with my tongue, light and teasing, learning what makes her moan. What makes her grip the sheets. What makes her say my name in that desperate voice that's going to ruin me.
I slide one finger inside her while I suck her clit. She's tight, so fucking tight, and soaking wet.
"More," she whimpers. "Please, Ryan, more."
I add a second finger, curling them to find her g-spot, and when I hit it, she cries out, her whole body tensing.
"Right there?" I ask, even though I already know the answer.
"Yes. Right there. Don't stop. Please don't stop."
I work her with my fingers and my mouth, building her up slowly, feeling her get closer with every stroke. Her thighs are trembling, her breathing ragged, her hands fisted in my hair almost painfully.
"I'm gonna—" she gasps. "I'm—"
"Come for me, Savannah. I want to taste it."
She shatters. Comes hard around my fingers, her pussy clenching, her back arching off the bed. She tries to muffle her moan, but I can still hear it, can still hear my name mixed in with the incoherent sounds of pleasure.
I work her through it, gentling my touch as she comes down, pressing soft kisses to her inner thigh. When she finally goes limp, I kiss my way back up her body and settle next to her. She's panting, her face flushed, her eyes glazed.
"Holy fuck," she breathes.
"Good?"
"I've never... that was..." She trails off, laughing slightly. "I didn't know it could be like that."
Something dark and possessive rises in my chest. "How many times did he make you come?"
"Derek?"
"Yeah."
She's quiet. Then: "Never."
"Never?"
"Not once in three years."
I'm going to kill him. I'm actually going to find Derek Marsh and beat him to death with my bare hands.
"Well," I say, keeping my voice light despite the violence churning in my gut, "we're gonna fix that. That was one. I'm thinking we should aim for at least three before the night's over."
Her eyes go wide. "Three?"
"At minimum." I kiss her gently. "You deserve to feel good, Savannah. And I'm gonna make sure you do."