15. Lanie
The energy shifts in the room and I’m not sure who moves first. The moment our mouths meet again, Ryan devours me.
I may have laid down the challenge, but he quickly takes control.
His large hand rests at the nape of my neck and effectively changes the angle of our kiss by tugging lightly on my hair.
I seriously might combust on the spot.
As if he’s reading my mind, “Fuck… you feel incredible,” slips from his mouth between kisses from my jaw to my ear.
“Yes… right there…”
“I’ve been dying to taste you all day. You have no idea how difficult it’s been to keep my hands to myself since lunch.”
“Uh…why do you think… I went for a walk? I needed… a distraction,” I say between kisses.
Hell, I can barely speak because my senses are on overdrive as he explores my body. That’s what this man does to me.
His laughter against my skin makes my inner muscles clench.
I’m not sure if it’s the combination of his touch, his words, or how hypersensitive I am, but I need more.
When our bodies shift, the back of my legs meet the bed.
On instinct, I tug him closer as I let myself fall onto the bed, taking him with me.
“Whoa.” He laughs, bracing himself for the fall against the mattress. “You okay?”
Loving the weight of his body on mine, I grin triumphantly. “More than okay.”
“Good,” he says with a chaste kiss. “Let’s get you further on this bed, so I can join you,” he says, lifting me like a feather up the bed.
God. This man.
When he settles between my legs and leans forward on his elbows, I’ve never been more thankful for a queen-sized bed in my life. “Better?” he asks, brushing hair from my face.
“Absolutely.” I grin in delight. Cupping my hand to his face, I pull him down for a kiss. God, I love the feel of his skin against mine and his scruff against my fingertips. I seriously can’t get enough.
When he unclasps my bra and my breasts fall free, he pauses to take me in. His eyes heat as he licks his lips appreciating the view. His gaze sends shivers down my spine as my need for him grows.
With a lazy grin he caresses my skin. “God, you are so beautiful. You have no fucking clue what you do to me. ”
The moment his lips crash onto mine, all thoughts are lost. Electricity zings from my fingers to my toes as I cling to him, needing to feel his body against mine.
He shifts down the bed, leaving a trail of hot wet kisses from my breasts to my belly button.
Not being able to handle the sensory overload, my head falls back on the pillow and I just bask in the moment.
When he pauses, my focus returns to him to see what’s wrong.
His hands rest at the button of my shorts and his eyes are waiting for mine.
“Mind if I take these off?”
Lifting my hips, I shove at the waist of my jean shorts and nod. “Please…”
Expertly, he slides himself and my clothes down until he’s standing at the end of the bed. Never letting go of my gaze, his eyes roam over my body as he adjusts himself in his jeans.
God, that is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
His eyes roam from the tip of my toes up to meet my eyes, and it takes everything in my power not to squirm in appreciation.
“Melanie, you are the sexiest fuckin’ woman. I love your confidence and your curves.”
Whoa. If that doesn’t make my inner vixen stand up and take notice.
As if he doesn’t have a care in the world, he slowly lifts one leg and plants a kiss near my inner ankle. It doesn’t matter that I’m bare-assed naked, or that I’m basically dripping with need. No. Ryan takes his time to fulfill his promise and licks and kisses me everywhere .
By the time he reaches the top of my thighs I’m out of my freaking mind with need. Every nerve in my body is strung tight and I swear, he could simply blow his warm breath against me and I’ll go off like a rocket.
The bastard takes his sweet fucking time kissing and caressing me everywhere, but where I need him most. He trails his sensual lips along my hips, up my ribs, and languishes over each breast.
“Ryan…” I moan in frustration.
And the asshole laughs. He fucking laughs.
“What, Melanie?”
“I need you…” I practically whine.
With a mischievous grin, he murmurs, “You’ve got me.” While trailing his fingertips around the apex of my thighs.
Pointedly, I stare at his hand that’s driving me wild and cock a brow in challenge.
He doesn’t disappoint; he nudges my thighs further apart with his knee. Leaving me spread wide, he slowly drags his teasing fingertip up my thigh in slow circles and finally meets my request.
Dragging a finger from my core through my folds, he slowly circles my clit and repeats his efforts as he lazily asks, “Is this what you want?”
I open my mouth to say something, but my breath catches when he plunges a finger into me and grins knowingly.
We both watch as he slides his finger in and out of my soaking wet pussy.
“So fucking hot,” he murmurs as he settles his head between my legs. “Scooch up, so you can watch as I make you come with my mouth.”
Yes, please. He doesn’t have to tell me twice.
Slowly, he kisses up my thighs while his fingers play me like an instrument made just for him. When his warm breath blows across my soaking wet core, I tremble with need. “Ryan,” I plead, fisting his hair.
I practically scream when his tongue slides along my lower lips to my clit. I’m so wound up, I could be speaking in tongues as I murmur my appreciation. This feels fucking insane. Without permission, my hips squirm as they move in rhythm with Ryan’s expert hands.
As he continues to assault me with his wicked tongue, a firm arm rests against my abdomen to keep my hips in place. Once I’m where he wants me, he adds a second finger into the mix and I can’t take it anymore.
I take matters into my own hands by gripping his hair and firmly guiding him to where I need it most.
I think he chuckles, but all I can hear is my pulse thundering in my ears. My senses are on overload as every muscle in my body gets tighter and tighter. The moment he pulls my clit between his lips and sucks hard, just as he flicks it with his tongue, I fucking come undone.
My rigidly stiff body thrashes as wave after wave of pure pleasure washes over me. Ryan’s right there with me the entire way, pumping his fingers in and out, sucking and licking me through the most intense orgasm of my life.
When my body becomes too sensitive, he takes notice and slows his efforts, coaxing me through every twitch and pulse. Eventually, his hand withdraws and he kisses his way up my body to rest beside me on the pillow.
Brushing the hair from my face, he whispers, “Hey there,” as the sexiest smile spreads across his face. When his hand drops, he trails circles along my ribs and stomach as if he still feels the need to keep our contact.
“Hey yourself.” I grin lazily when I realize that’s about all the movement I can manage. “You may have broken me.”
“In the best possible way, I hope.”
I barely manage a nod. “Yep. Most definitely.” My body feels like it is loaded down with lead weights and it takes every bit of effort I can muster to lift my hand to run along his muscular arm. “Just give me a minute and then it’s my turn.”
“That’s not necessary.”
Propping my head up with my hand, I turn to face him. “You can’t rock a person’s world and be like… no… I’m good… thanks. What gives?”
Gone is the confident man who ravaged my body mere minutes ago.
He looks to the ceiling, and back at me before sighing heavily.
“I want you… in every possible way, trust me,” he groans before continuing.
“But… I uh… was in a hurry this morning… and never even thought to bring condoms. I feel like a freaking dipshit.”
I can’t help it. I laugh at his forlorn expression. “You were a little preoccupied,” I say, shifting my weight to sit up beside him.
“Wha… What are you doing, Lanie?” he asks as I straddle his waist with my naked body .
“Unfortunately, I don’t have condoms either.” Leaning forward, I kiss him.
When my sensitive breasts brush against his chest, my desire returns. As I sit up, I feel his straining dick through his pants, so I lean back and give it a gentle squeeze.
“Then wha..” I lean forward and cut him off with a kiss as I scooch down his body.
Quirking a brow, I throw down a challenge of my own. “I think it’s your turn to lay back and watch for a while,” I say, crawling off the end of the bed. When I reach his belt, I quickly undo it, along with the button of his jeans.
Leaning in to kiss his abdomen, I murmur, “Just remember, Ryan, two can play this game,” I tease as I slide the tines of his zipper down.
Slowly I bring his jeans and boxer briefs with me.
I try not to get preoccupied when his cock springs free, but he notices when my tongue slides along my lip in appreciation.
“See something ya like?” he says as he strokes himself. It’s long, thick, and pulsing at me. How can I not like it?
I slowly crawl up between his legs and pump it in my hand a few times before licking it from root to tip. “I guess you’ll just have to find out,” I rasp out before taking him in my mouth and showing him just how much I like what I see.