Chapter 19 #2
He nips at my neck and whispers, “I never have, and I never will.” My body reacts to his answer. I’m much more turned on at that thought. He kisses me down to my nipples, sucking and tugging. Holy hell.
“Okay,” I groan with my lips on his shoulder.
He pulls his head back. “I won’t ever get over this.”
“What?” I whisper, grazing his back with my fingertips.
His smile is wide. “Your hands on me. Your lips on mine.” He kisses me. “You’re attracted to me.” He laughs. “I spent a lot of our relationship thinking this would never happen.”
I run my fingers through his hair and kiss him.
“Me too.” I jump off the counter, excitement bubbling in my lower abdomen.
I take off my clothes just as he rushes to get his off.
Now we’re standing naked in front of each other.
It’s cold in here but I shiver from the view.
He wants to claim that he never thought this would happen, but he’s not the only one.
I’ve been dreaming of this moment for a long time.
And my oh my, what’s standing in front of me does not disappoint.
“Come here,” he says, grabbing my waist and sitting my ass back on the counter. It’s cold, so I squeal and hug him tighter. “Everything okay?”
“It’s cold,” I laugh.
He brushes my hair out of my face and kisses me hungrily. It’s past midnight and the exhaustion I feel only increases the pleasure of his hands all over my body. I’m arching my back and moaning when his fingers slip inside me.
“Fuck, Baddie. You feel so good clenching around my finger.”
I clench purposely and he moans into my mouth.
“I’m a dead man,” he confesses. I don’t know what he means by that, but I’ve had enough of this foreplay. I need him inside of me immediately .
I hug him and whisper in his ear, “Do you want to replace your finger with–” He takes his finger out, nodding. He’s not wasting one moment. “Should I turn around?”
His mouth caresses mine as he hugs me back. “I love to kiss you.”
I chuckle in his face. “Okay, vanilla man. This is the issue with that.”
He stares at my mouth. “Get back here.” He kisses me, and I melt into him. I mean… trust me… I understand completely. His lips are addicting. I don’t want this to stop either.
He steps back, forcing himself to pull away from me. “Okay. Do the honors.”
“The honor?”
“Yeah, bend over for me, baby.”
Shit . The new word in his vocabulary has my vagina walls screaming for his insertion.
Baby? Baby!? Me? I’m his baby now? I smile at him, and then I try to hide it because I probably look like some starstruck girl who is way too flattered.
I jump my ass off the counter and lay my stomach on it.
I turn back to look at him. Seeing his hard dick pointing at me has me reaching a new level of satisfaction. Oh, yeah. I am so ready for this.
He rubs my vagina with his dick and kisses my shoulder.
“I can come at the sight of you,” he whispers, and I push my ass against him.
“You better not. Not yet.”
“Are you ready for the hottest two seconds of your life?” he jokes.
I laugh. “It better not be two seconds.”
“Looks like we’re going to need to build my tolerance then.”
He leans back and aims. He’s rubbing his dick against me as I moan, wiggling against him. He grips my ass with his other hand.
“Ready?” he asks.
I nod.
The pressure from this position is a lot different than vanilla. He pushes more and asks, “Are you okay? You’re so fucking tight.”
“I’m okay.” I breathe, feeling the sensation of him inserting me. “Are you?”
“More than you know, baby.”
Ooh. That word sends me. I moan, forcing myself on his dick. I had to push off the counter a bit. He moans a sound I don’t ever hear from him.
“Fuck, Baddie.”
I glance over my shoulder at him, moaning from the pleasure. “Don’t come in two seconds because holy shit.”
He slowly removes himself and thrusts slowly into me. “You feel so good, Ads.”
He starts going faster, and I’m trying to get a better grip on anything in front of me. I end up holding onto the counter’s edge as he pounds into me from the back. I am moaning and crying out in this cold house. He grinds into me as he squeezes my ass cheeks.
“This is better than anything,” he breathes. “You feel so good.”
I whimper as he pounds into me faster. He feels fucking amazing, but I can’t talk right now. I’m not in my head. My body is under his control, and it’s in complete euphoria.
He whispers, almost hesitating, “Do you like it?”
I nod quickly as he slows his pace. He moves my hair to the side and touches my cheek.
“You like this?”
I nod again.
“How much?”
“So much.”
He picks up his pace again and groans. “Fuck. I’m going to come on your back. I’m on the edge.”
“Okay,” I moan.
He only pumps three more times and I feel the warmth of come dripping off my back. He rips off a paper towel and wipes it clean. He grabs my waist and sits me on the counter.
“What’re you doing?” I ask.
He leans down and says, “Showing you what the fuss is all about.”
My heart races when I realize his face is in between my legs. I grab his head to stop him. I’m nervous for him to be down there.
He looks up at me. “I know you didn’t orgasm.”
I breathe heavily as I shake my head. I don’t think I’m ready.
He kisses my inner thigh as he watches me. “Is everything okay?”
I nod, trying to calm my breathing. “Yeah. I just–”
“I promise I’ll try my best.” He kisses my thigh again and it tickles so much that I start to feel like I’m on fire.
“Do you trust me?” he asks.
I nod, and that was the permission he was looking for. He leans in slowly, watching me. He kisses me in the right spot, and I’m already shaking. This is all new, and my insides are still vibrating from the sex.
When he flicks his tongue against me, I moan outright while pulling his hair. I release his hair and moan, “Sorry. I’m sorry.”
He licks my opening and then he slides up, and my body reacts. My back is arching, and somehow, I’m staring at the ceiling now.
“Holy fuck, Ry.”
He nods his head as he works his tongue against me. He pulls my thighs to his shoulders as I rub his head full of blonde locks.
Now his focus is set on destroying me. My body is jerking in response.
I’m panting and accidentally yanking his hair.
He hums in approval, the vibration making me cry out.
Long, firm licks and teasing circles. Sucking and licking until I’m basically screaming out noises I’ve never heard come from my throat before.
He drives me higher and higher until every wall I’ve ever built comes crashing down around us.
Now I’m grinding his face out of reaction and he’s humming again.
All of the tension that was built is now released as I tug his head up to get his mouth out of there.
His eyes have another fire inside of them when he stands up. I’m still trying to catch my breath as we stare at each other.
“That was so hot. I’m hard again,” he says out of breath.
I’m dead on the kitchen counter. My legs are curled into my body because the paradise I was just in was unbelievable. Un-fucking-believable.
I start laughing as I look down at Ryan Wilder, the China Wall––my best friend, the nicest man I know, looking like the hottest sex God to walk this planet.
This guy, the bestest friend I could ever ask for, just gave me the best orgasm of my life.
I am giddy, and I can’t help the laugh escaping my belly.
“Okay,” he smiles as he grabs me off the counter. “We had sex for two hours. It’s time for bed.”
I hold onto him as we walk into the bathroom.
“Did you love that?” I ask him.
He glances down at me. “Hell yeah, I loved that.”
I smile, blushing. “Me too.”