Chapter 27
RYAN’S APARTMENT WAS THE SAME AS she remembered, the aroma of chocolate chip cookies from the bakery downstairs mingling with the scent of sawdust to make something sweet, warm, and earthy—a smell as delightfully unique as Ryan himself.
Without even turning on the lights, they kicked off their shoes.
Simone grabbed Ryan by the hand and led him into the bedroom like it belonged to the both of them.
The curtains were open, letting in silvery-blue moonlight.
They’d already done enough talking tonight.
Standing at the side of the bed, she gingerly lifted his white cotton T-shirt over his head.
His skin was hot to the touch when she ran her fingertips over his smooth chest, down his strong arms. She planted a soft kiss on his sternum and felt his torso shiver in her hands.
She felt powerful, the way she always did during sex with Ryan, and God, it turned her on.
“You’ve missed me, haven’t you?”
Ryan watched reverently as she took off her own shirt.
“More than you could possibly imagine,” he said in a low growl, easing one of her bra straps over the curve of her shoulder.
She reached behind her, unhooked it, and took the whole damn thing off.
“God, I missed you so much.” He grazed the sensitive underside of her breast with the pad of his thumb, then rubbed it across her taut nipple.
Now Simone was the one shivering. Ryan leaned in to whisper in her ear.
“I missed showing you how good I can make you feel.”
“Good,” she whispered back, “because there’s something I want you to do for me tonight.”
“What’s that?”
With a sly smirk, she ran her hands through his thick curls and caressed the back of his neck. Cupping the sides of his head, making it so that he couldn’t look anywhere else but down into her eyes, she said, “I want you to fuck me, Ryan.”
He swore under his breath, and she felt his muscles go taut. “I can do that for you, baby,” he said. “Let me grab a condom.”
She perched on the edge of the mattress as he went to the bedside table and opened the lower drawer. Simone had never seen inside it. “You have lube,” she noticed.
“What, is that weird?”
“No—it’s hot. Most straight guys don’t realize how much it can help.”
“We can use as much as you want.” Ryan grabbed a couple of condoms and placed them next to the bed. “I also use it on my own,” he added.
“Like, instead of lotion?”
“Not exactly.” He bit his bottom lip. “Do you know about prostate massage?”
The mere thought of Ryan exploring his own pleasure made her core clench with desire. “Do you know you’re the hottest person on Planet Earth?”
She stood up and eagerly unbuttoned her jeans.
Ryan did the same with his, and soon they were both naked on the bed, Simone on her back and Ryan on top of her, his lips working their way down from her jaw, to her neck, to her collarbone.
“Wait,” Simone breathed before he went any further.
Ryan paused, looking up at her with concern.
“Everything’s fine,” she said with a reassuring smile. “I just want to feel you first.”
She motioned for him to come back up, then pulled him in for a deep kiss while his body sank onto hers.
She’d missed him so much, she needed to feel him in as many places as she could: his curls grazing her cheek; his tongue gently sweeping the inside of her mouth; his heavy torso grounding her like a weighted blanket.
He moaned into the kiss, and she felt his erection heavy on her thigh.
“Are you hard for me already?” she whispered.
“I can’t control myself around you.” He pushed himself up to a high kneeling position, unwrapped the condom, and rolled it down his stiff cock.
Then he lowered himself back onto her, pressing his shaft against her swollen clit, and Simone let out a gasp that was equal parts surprise and satisfaction.
“Does that feel good?” he asked.
“Now I’m the one who can’t control myself,” she rasped, grabbing his ass and pulling his body as close to hers as she could.
His bulge flush against her clit, he massaged her with a calculated rhythm, sending waves of pleasure cascading up and down her spine.
Ryan whispered in her ear, his words punctuated by the pulsing of his hips: “I’ll give you… whatever… you want… baby.”
Her clit throbbed against his cock. “I want you to taste me. But only if you promise to fuck me when you’re done.”
He swore again. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
Simone moaned with relief when Ryan’s face disappeared between her legs, and it wasn’t long before she could feel herself nearing the edge of delicious oblivion.
“I’m getting close,” she said, her voice raspy.
He slipped a finger inside her and hooked it forward, massaging her front wall while his tongue continued circling her clit.
Fuck. She was tipping over the edge—there was no stopping it now— “I want you to fuck me,” she told him with a desperate urgency.
“I want you to make me come with your cock. Now—please.”
He immediately obliged, cursing under his breath.
His wet fingers moving to her clit, he knelt between her legs and pressed into her, filled her up so that every last one of the thousands of nerve endings in and around her core erupted in fireworks of pleasure.
She was weightless, her orgasm carrying her up to another galaxy and refusing to bring her back down again—not while Ryan’s cock was thrusting into her and his fingers rubbed small circles over her clit.
Her pussy clenched around him, showing his body exactly what she needed it to do.
Simone laughed softly, a little deliriously, as she drifted back to the bed, where Ryan was still inside her, rock hard, as deep as he could go.
She lay there, catching her breath, reveling in the way he stretched and filled her, like he needed to reach as much of her as he could.
Ryan’s cock inside her had been entirely worth the wait, and they weren’t even done yet.
“I love you,” she said. “Every inch of you. You’re perfect. ”
“I love you, too.” He kissed her softly on the lips. “And I love making you come.”
She smirked up at him. “Well, now you’re going to let me do the same thing for you.”
With Ryan still inside her, she reached for the open bedside drawer and seized the bottle of lube she’d seen earlier.
She hadn’t tried this before, but she’d read about it: how you could use your fingers to find someone’s prostate, and how stimulating it could feel really good for them.
Supposedly, straight men tended to shy away from anything anal, as though touching a certain part of your body said anything about your sexuality.
The notion had always struck Simone as ridiculous—as ridiculous as the idea that a certain haircut or piercing could make her queerer than she already was.
Ryan, of course, was not one of these sexually repressed straight men.
He was like no other straight man she’d ever met.
Like no other person she’d ever met, period.
With Ryan lying on top of her, his hips between her legs, she reached around to his ass. “Is this okay?” she asked.
He nodded, sucking in a sharp breath of anticipation as she traced the line between his cheeks. “Just go slow.”
She nodded back. With their eyes locked on each other’s, she gingerly put a finger inside him. Shuddering with pleasure, he released the breath he’d been holding.
“Simone.” He sighed, thrusting into her again. His movements were slower but more intense at the same time. She loved feeling him clench around her finger, loved that she was inside of him while he was inside of her—that they were both fucking each other and dizzy with the pleasure of it all.
“Holy shit,” she breathed. Between the waves of pleasure from his thrusting cock and the erotic idea that she was deep inside him, too, Simone realized she was on the verge of another orgasm. “I think I’m going to come again.”
“Fuck, me, too.”
She fucked him faster, and he thrust deeper into her, the two of them matching each other’s intensity as they both got closer to climax.
“Don’t stop. Ryan, I’m…” she gasped.
He growled out a string of profanities and praises in answer, his body tensing.
And then they unraveled, their bodies arching and shuddering as one. Like an island in a storm, they held each other as the waves crashed over them. Together at last, they could withstand anything.
Ryan lay with his head on Simone’s chest. They were both damp with sweat, both breathing heavily, both in a state of exhaustion and sheer bliss. Ryan murmured, “That was the best sex—”
“—we’ve ever had?” Simone asked.
“I was actually going to say it was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.”
“Okay, good,” she said, chuckling, “because I was just thinking the same thing.”
He kissed the tops of her breasts. “And it’ll just keep getting better from here.”
SIMONE FOLLOWED RYAN TO THE SHOWER, admiring his glorious naked body from behind. He turned on the faucet, and they both got in together, Simone facing the water and Ryan standing behind her. She closed her eyes, relaxing in the warm spray that splashed onto her breasts.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, his lips by her ear. Then she smelled his evergreen-scented soap, felt his hands on her skin, and moaned as she melted under his touch. He washed her and massaged her at the same time, starting with her neck and shoulders and making his way down her back.
“Turn around,” Ryan whispered.
He covered her torso in soapy lather, devoting extra time to her breasts.
Her nipples were hard by the time he was done with them.
He knelt to wash her thighs, her calves, and her feet.
When he was finished, he placed a reverent kiss on her clit.
With a moan, she sank her fingers into his damp curls.
He looked up at her. “Can I keep going?”