Chapter 40 Chris
Chris
I’ve been dreaming of laying my hands all over him from the moment I saw him with his shirt off in his parents’ garden. Now I’ve finally had the chance to make sure that this man is real, and not just the fruit of my imagination.
Ryan is kneeling on my bed, in all his beauty. And I only say ‘beauty’ because I’m lost for any other words.
Everything I had imagined is nothing compared to what I have in front of me.
His body is carved from marble, perfectly sculpted.
His muscles are tense, the veins pulsing through them; his arms are strong, overpowering, and his thighs are thick and well-defined from years of training.
His abs – which I can’t help but want to trace with my tongue – delve down into the shape of a V as they disappear beneath…
“Are you staring at me?”
“Oh yeah.”
He laughs. Tonight he can’t stop laughing, and God, it makes me really fucking happy.
He stalks towards me threateningly, and I instinctively grab onto the duvet – after having a taster of him on the sofa, I know what to expect.
“We rushed into things,” he says, seductively. “But hey, that was your fault.”
“Mine?”
“Fuck, Christine, you’re too damn sexy.”
“I think you have a problem.”
“I do: one. You, and how hard you make me.”
I glance down and see his erection, ready to take me once again. I can’t believe it.
He leans his forehead against mine and breathes heavily.
“What the fuck have you done to me?”
“Me?”
“You… what have you done to me?”
“Well, it looks like you’re still here, still breathing – and you seem fine to me,” I tease him.
He smiles.
“Exactly… I’m fine.”
I slide my hands down his face.
“You could be better, you know.”
“Oh, yeah?” he says, raising an eyebrow.
“Much better,” I say, suggestively, lifting myself up just enough to grab his dick in my hand.
“Jesus…” he says through gritted teeth.
I guide him inside me.
“I’m not finished yet, either,” I tell him, bringing myself down on top of him and feeling him make his way inside me.
Ryan pulls me down by my hips. “Oh, fuck, yes” he says, letting his head fall against my neck, his hands squeezing my butt.
I rise and fall on his cock, sighing in delight every time I feel him penetrate right into the deepest parts of me. I place my hands on his chest, gently lying him down underneath me. He stretches his arms out behind his head and watches me in delight as I take everything I want from him.
My hands trace the outlines of his abs – every contour, every line – as I move myself on top of him, drawing a moan from him that vibrates through my veins.
If I liked Ryan O’Connor before, it’s way more complicated now. And it’s my own fault.
I speed up my movements, and he grabs my hips again, pushing me down onto him. He takes my breasts in his hands, pulling the nipples towards him, as I feel an unbearable heat rise between my legs that could set my whole body alight.
He plays with my nipples, pinching them between his fingers so hard it almost hurts – but the pleasure overrides any pain. Those hands…my God, I knew they’d be my undoing.
“I want to feel you come again,” he says, his voice full of authority.
He doesn’t have to tell me.
“And I want to watch.”
His words ignite me immediately. I keep moving on top of him, as he keeps tormenting my breasts, taking them between his lips and looking me shamelessly in the eyes.
Ryan O’Connor isn’t just in my body. Ryan O’Connor is flowing through me, like a roaring, uncontrollable river, which threatens to flood everything and ruin anything good in my life.
I know. I can feel it, and I can see it in his eyes: even though they’re burning with passion, they can’t hide the icy flicker he holds hostage. It could freeze me over, too.
But I want it. Christ, I want it.
I want Ryan O’Connor and everything he brings with him.
The wave washes over me: an overwhelming heat that completely submerges me, then releases me suddenly, exploding through my body. I come onto him desperately, with no more oxygen left in my lungs.
As I try to get my breath back, Ryan smiles at me, satisfied.
“Did you enjoy that?” he asks.
“What kind of question is that?”
He lays me out on the bed, then turns me onto my front.
“Because, that way…” he says, squishing me with his body. “We can keep going…”
Jesus, yes. Keep going for as long as you want.
He lifts my hips and pushes his erection inside me once more.
My clit is swollen, still pulsing, but I can’t help but want him again.
Ryan O’Connor is too much – but he’s never enough.
He lifts me up and I place my hands on the mattress, on all fours, completely vulnerable to him.
His warm hands slide down my back, then grab my waist, pulling me against him.
Ryan takes me again and again. He takes my body, my mind and everything that I’ve ever been.
He empties me out completely, only to fill me up with him.
One of his hands slips between my legs, seeking out my inflamed clit. With the other, he grabs one of my breasts and roughly squeezes a nipple.
I lift myself up to him instinctively, but he pushes me down, just like the first time we were together.
“I want you like this.”
I give in to his desire, his force. To him. Because the only thing I want is to keep feeling him, to feel him wanting me.
His thrusts become almost painful: he’s strong, tireless. Out of control.
Ryan O’Connor is everything, and I’m what he wants: so I let him take it.
His hands move determinedly, impatient to reach his limit as he penetrates me harder and harder. His chest rubs against my back, his skin becoming my own.
I become his.
His thrusts become more forceful, their speed and intensity leaving me breathless – then Ryan explodes inside me, sending another orgasm rippling through my body. I collapse onto the bed, with Ryan on top of me.
He pants onto my back, glistening with sweat, as I try to regain the oxygen in my lungs, my face squashed against the mattress.
After a few minutes, he rolls to the side, letting me breathe: but I lie there, frozen in that position.
I’ve lost the strength to move, and I don’t know how I’ll ever get up from this bed.
His hand slides slowly over my skin, his fingers tracing his name onto me. His breath fills the whole room, forcing me to breathe him in.
And that’s how Ryan O’Connor arrogantly walks into my life, taking over everything in just one night.