42. Ryan
FORTY-TWO
Ryan
I walk into my front door and freeze. My mouth dries out, my dick is instantly standing at attention, and holy fuck.
June is naked. June is naked in the living room. She’s facing me, standing on one leg with her arms lifted at her sides, giving me a perfect view of her body.
Is it my birthday?
Christmas?
Is it possible this is a side effect from the stomach flu and this is all in my head? I really fucking hope not. We’ve spent the last two days sicker than shit, and if this is a delusion, I’m going to cry.
“Are you just going to stand there and stare at me?” Her coy smile does things to me, and as she moves her arms above her head, my cock jerks. Her perky tits are right there. Literally right there and I need them in my mouth now.
I close the distance between us. My shirt’s off, thrown somewhere on the floor, followed by my shoes. “Oliver?”
She shakes her head. “He’s with my dad. ”
“Thank fuck,” I manage to grit out before dropping to my knees in front of her. “Be a doll and hold that pose for me.”
I don’t give her a second to react. I can’t.
Not with lust burning beneath my skin, its intensity so great it threatens to consume me. I feel like I’ve been waiting years for another taste of her, and there’s no way I can wait another second.
With a groan, I run my hands up her legs, taking the one cocked in the air and resting it on my shoulder. “Who’s the only one that’s ever licked this pretty pussy?”
She releases a stuttered breath, her hips already trying to shift toward my face. My girl is just as fucking needy as I am. “You are.”
“That’s right.” I run my thumbs along either side of her clit, touching her everywhere but the one place she wants me. “Because I’m the only one that makes you come, that brings you pleasure, that will drop down to his knees to serve you.”
I lean forward, licking along the length of her slit, a light touch that has her crying out. She moans my name and buries her fingers in my hair, gripping onto the strands so tightly my scalp burns. The pain grounds me, binds me to her.
I go in for another taste, spearing my tongue inside her. She tastes better than I remember. She tastes like heaven. She tastes like mine. I could eat her pussy for hours, days.
Fuck.
She has me feral in seconds, and I need her to come, to cover my face in her wetness, to drown me in her. I suck her clit into my mouth, my tongue lashing back and forth, circling, flicking. My movements are erratic, varied, and I don’t give her long before I change things up, bringing her to the edge over and over again.
I want her desperate. I want her body to beg for release. I want her to come so fucking hard she won’t know what planet she’s on, let alone her own name.
She cries out again and again, her hips shifting, grinding on my face, trying to chase the release I refuse to give her.
June’s legs quiver, trembling beneath my touch, and I grip the backs of her thighs.
If she falls, I’m ready to catch her.
Another whimper. Another cry of my name. I take my time, massaging her clit with my tongue, dragging it up and down and across in lazy patterns. Her entire body shakes, thrumming with need.
My dick is almost painfully hard, pressing against my zipper.
“Please, Ryan. Please.” Her words are a soft whisper, a plea.
I move my tongue faster, press harder, and when I know she’s close, when she can’t anymore, I bite down on her clit, and she fucking explodes.
Her body convulses, her grip tightens in my hair, and she lets out a loud curse. I’m ready, pulling her into my arms as her leg collapses. Her body is limp against me, and I’m pretty sure her eyes have completely rolled to the back of her head.
“You okay, Princess?” I press a kiss to the side of her neck, smoothing a hand down her back.
She lets out a soft sigh. “I don’t think I can feel my legs. Who knew naked yoga would be such a success?”
I laugh, kissing her again. “Anytime you want me to lick your pussy, all you have to do is ask.”
A lazy smile stretches across her face, and she snuggles into my chest. I’m a total goner for this woman. There’s no way I can let her leave. She’s the yin to my yang, the stars in the darkness, the light in the shadows. I need her, and there’s no way I’m going to let her go again.