Chapter 56
Chris
Ryan kisses me again and again. This time, it’s slow, attentive, despite the burning fury in us both. We’re taking things slowly, he doesn’t want to miss a second or a single breath – and neither do I.
He slowly slides down my neck, my breasts, my stomach, and stops at the ugly scar I have just above my vagina.
“Caesarean,” I tell him. “It wasn’t nice.”
He looks up.
“I was young, only sixteen: I was alone, so I panicked.”
“Where were your family?”
“No one was around that day. I had to take the bus to the hospital.”
“And… Martin?” he asks through his teeth.
“He was away for the weekend with his friends.”
“Very responsible for a future father.”
“It’s not like we planned to have a family. We were just kids, I can’t blame him for anything.”
“And you never tried to stay together?”
I laugh, shaking my head.
“What?”
“You haven’t worked it out yet, have you?”
He shrugs.
“Martin’s gay.”
He jumps back onto his knees, and I laugh at the shock on his face.
“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me before?” he asks, angry.
“It wasn’t relevant.”
“Of course it was fucking relevant!”
I keep laughing, holding my stomach, but Ryan is not amused. He grabs my thighs and pulls me towards him, then traps me between his arms, heading for my mouth.
“You took the piss out of me. I’ll make you pay for that.”
“You don’t scare me.”
He tries – unsuccessfully – to stifle a laugh.
“I already knew that.”
His hands slide down my body, flipping me onto my front when he gets to my hips. His lips trail along my spine, setting every centimetre alight, his enormous, seductive hands following behind. Then I feel the pressure of his body on mine, the tip of his cock pushing between my legs.
He moves slowly inside me, sliding his hands over my body and reaching round to grab my breasts in his hands.
He plays with my nipples, tormenting them with his fingers as his lips brush against my neck.
I turn my head just enough for him to suffocate me with his mouth, taking my breath away.
He lifts me up suddenly, leaning back on his knees and pressing me against his chest.
He keeps thrusting inside me, massaging my breasts in his hands. I move against him, overcome by passion, by the way he’s holding me close to him, by his body loving me, making me realise that it’s all real. That we’re real, and that everything he promised me is really happening.
His hand suddenly slides between my legs. I lean my head back against his neck in pleasure. I completely let myself go to him.
“Yeah, like that…” he whispers into my ear. “All for me.”
His words are seductive, making push myself against him in a frenzy. Maybe it’s because I’m crazy, or maybe it’s because I’ve lost all logic – I just know that I never want him to stop.
Ryan wraps his arms around me, as I feel him pant against my neck. His hands are everywhere, greedily demanding my body.
“Fuck, Christine… I’m going to…” He doesn’t finish, because just seconds later I feel him explode inside me, groaning into my shoulder.
He stays there a few minutes, holding me tightly, then grabs me by the hips and lays me out again.
“I’m not finished with you yet.”
He sounds like a maniac – but it has an entirely different effect on me.
He spreads himself out next to me, sliding his fingers inside me. I stretch my legs apart for him, letting myself be taken away into a world of passion, uncontainable desire, sighs. A world of longing, for us.
And only for us.
He watches me as I move against his hand on the bed, and mumbles: “Your expression… Fuck, I never want to see anything else for the rest of my life. The way you come… even that makes me lose my mind.”
His fingers push in deeper, his palm brushing against my clit, as he keeps watching me, his eyes seeping with desire, waiting for my body to liberate itself.
When I grab fistfuls of the sheet, throwing my head back, Ryan quickens his movements, suffocating me with his mouth; I let the orgasm take me into oblivion.
He kisses me slowly, taking away my last few breaths – but it’s not enough. I bite down on his lip, grabbing his butt cheek and kissing him again, my tongue seeking out his. I pull away from him slowly, our eyes never breaking their contact.
“We’ll never leave this room if you keep doing that,” he breathes into my lips.
“I never want to leave,” I tell him, pulling myself up and reaching for his erection as his eyes catch light once again. I rub it, moving my hand up and down, watching him, before taking it between my lips and sliding my lips around it as deeply as I can.
Ryan abandons himself underneath me, powerless, as I hold him hostage. I want him to be a slave to me and everything I can give him. I watch his expression, the rise and fall of his chest, his tensing abs, his hands pulling at the bedsheet. I watch the excitement grow, pulsing through his veins.
But then he grabs my shoulders, flipping us upside-down and stretching himself over me.
It looks like he wants to play games.
“As much as I like seeing your mouth all over me, I can’t help myself,” he says, penetrating me once again.
And we continue like this, until we’re both out of breath, collapsing on top of each other.
Until I fall asleep, exhausted, with my head on his chest, soothed by the beating of his heart, beating as quickly as my own.