Chapter Twelve #2
Ryan runs his fingers along the seam of my panties and groans into my mouth.
The vibration from his chest against my nipples has them hardening to little pebbles.
To my relief, he puts me out of my misery, dipping his hand between my legs and cupping my pussy.
The warmth of his hand ignites a fire inside of me, and I gasp at his touch, knowing I’m already soaking wet and he can feel it, but I don’t care.
He moves his hand, gently rubbing my pussy back and forth, still teasing the sides of my panties with a gentle friction. Our kiss becomes heated, greedy, and I move my hips slightly, seeking more friction. As I press onto his hand, he grinds his cock into the side of my leg.
Fuck! This is hot.
Feeling my desperation, he stops his torment and slides a finger under the fabric, pressing up into my folds.
I gasp into his mouth, needing him to touch me more.
But he’s holding back, letting the tension build to an impossible height, putting just enough pressure for it to feel oh so good, but not enough to get me off.
“Ryan, please…” I beg.
“You want more?” he murmurs.
“Mm-hmm,” I reply, breathy and unsteady.
He smirks, taking his hand away completely, leaving me bereft. I frown when both his hands come back to my panties, and he rips the fabric away, letting it fall to the floor. I gasp with a slight snicker, and he grins widely.
Nope. I was wrong. That was fucking hot!
“Animal,” I accuse, and he nods.
“Part your legs,” he demands, his voice stern and raspy.
I flick open my eyes wide at his tone, but the slight demand actually turns me on, so I take a step to the side as he moves in closer and slides his hand back between my legs.
“Don’t make a sound. If you whimper, I’m gonna stop,” he says, and I raise an eyebrow at him.
“Not a sound till I tell you to, okay?” I nod and smirk as his calloused finger collides with my clit harshly and starts circling.
I almost fall back on the bed, but his other hand rests on my back, holding me up.
Ryan’s mouth connects with my neck, nipping and sucking, which only heightens the intense feeling that’s building.
His touch is unyielding against my clit, and you’d think it would hurt, but it is so intense that I’m silently gasping for air.
My hips move in time with his finger, and all I want to do is moan and scream out his name, but I’m scared that if I say or do anything, he’ll stop, and that’s the last thing I want.
I dig my nails into his shoulders, riding the wave of euphoric pleasure.
It builds and builds.
Higher and higher.
Gritting my teeth together to ensure no sound leaves me, I breathe harshly out of my nose. I’m not sure how long I can keep this up as the ecstasy builds deep in my chest.
I need to scream.
I need to moan.
I need to release some of this tension.
My eyes squeeze together tightly as my body jolts from the undeniable pleasure he’s giving me. Heat floods my veins as he continues his attention on my clit.
Flashes of light dance behind my eyes, and just as I’m about to scream out in delightful agony, he relieves me and commands, “Now, Tillie.”
“Oh God, Ryan!” I moan as he pushes harder on my clit and sucks on my neck. The pleasure takes me to new heights. My knees buckle, and I fall back onto the bed as I come hard. Ryan falls beside me and chuckles while I pant, breathing deeply through my nose as I come down from my intense high.
Ryan moves over me, pressing his lips to mine tenderly, and kisses me softly.
I kiss him back lazily, my hand gliding up into his hair, holding him to me.
His finger returns to my clit, but this time, slowly and with a lot less pressure as he brings me back to a normal state.
When I slump into the mattress and giggle into his mouth, he pulls back and raises his eyebrow, gazing into my eyes.
“Sorry, I don’t mean to laugh. It’s just that was… different. I’ve never had to keep quiet before.”
He smiles. “Yeah, some find it odd. But others, like you, I’m guessing, find it heightens the pleasure.”
“Yeah, it was… amazing.”
I glance at his jeans and smirk, moving my hands down his torso toward the button.
He smiles and stands at the edge of the bed.
I waste no time undoing it, sliding his zipper down carefully so as not to pinch him.
His jeans fall, and his cock tents in his boxer briefs, and I know from seeing him naked already, following the chili incident, Ryan is not lacking in size.
He grabs the waistband of his boxers and looks at me in all seriousness. “Are you sure?”
“Ryan, you better pull those boxers down,” I say while he’s hooking his thumbs inside the band to remove them.
I clear my throat, looking at the sheer size of him once his cock springs free. I saw him briefly at dinner, but I didn’t get an up-close and personal look. Now, taking it all in, I know I’ve never seen anything so big in my life.
He shuffles out of his jeans and boxers, along with his shoes, before he grabs my ankles and slides off my heels.
I’d been so worked up that I had forgotten I still have my shoes on.
Drawing my bottom lip in by my teeth, I grin as Ryan leans down over the top of my body.
Wanting to give us more room, I shuffle up the bed a little more as he moves over me, and we settle in the middle.
With our chests heaving in sync, we stare into each other’s eyes.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says as he reaches down and grabs my glasses, pulling them off and placing them on the edge of the bed.
My breaths are coming in short, sharp bursts as he leans in, kissing me. I lay back completely, letting him hover over me. The warmth of his naked body sends chills down my flaming-hot skin. I don’t know how anyone can be as utterly sexy as this man.
Ryan moves in between my legs, my pussy aching at the feeling of his cock pressing against me—it’s almost too much for me to handle. His lips connect with mine, and we kiss frantically while my hand runs up his muscular back.
He moves his cock into place, and I gasp, feeling his tip at my entrance.
Suddenly, I freeze. “Wait!” I call out, pulling my lips from his.
He pauses all movement and looks into my eyes, furrowing his brows.
“I’m not on the pill,” I say honestly.
He winces and exhales, pulling back from me slightly. Then his eyes widen, and his frown deepens. “Fuck! I don’t have a condom on me. I didn’t think this was going to happen, so I didn’t bring anything with me tonight.” The utter devastation that this might not happen is written all over his face.
I bring my hand up to his cheek and caress it tenderly. “Check the top bedside drawer,” I say, and he looks at me, raising an eyebrow. “There might be one in there, but it will probably be at the back. It’s been… a while,” I admit.
His lips turn into a smile as he leans in, kissing the side of my mouth.
Then, he moves off me to look in the bedside drawer.
He digs around to the back and grumbles as he searches for a good thirty seconds before he chuckles.
With a new spark in his eyes, he turns to me, holding up my clit vibrator.
“This could come in handy,” he says, and I turn bright red.
“Oh shit! I forgot that was in there.”
Ryan turns back to the drawer, then swings around again, pulling out a line of condom wrappers. “Jackpot! We have enough here to go all night and morning,” he declares.
I count at least seven condoms.
Wow! Ryan must be a machine.
He sits back, tearing off one of the condom packets from the line, and rips it open.
My heart races rapidly, knowing this is actually going to happen.
He pulls out the latex and rolls it onto his long length, and I swear, it’s the sexiest thing I think I’ve ever seen him do.
He smiles, moving back over the top of me, and pulls my leg up, placing it over his shoulder with a wicked smirk.
“Hold on, baby,” he says.
I bite down on my bottom lip as he kisses my ankle next to his face and slowly moves his cock into place.
The tip of his head is right at my opening, and I blow out a puff of air in anticipation as he runs his head up my slick, swollen folds.
I’m so ready for him that I’m practically on the verge of begging.
With one hand on my hip and the other gripping my leg that’s over his shoulder, he angles my hips up to meet him.
His fingers tighten on my hip, and then quickly, he pulls me onto him.
His cock thrusts deep inside me, stretching me completely and filling me to the hilt.
I moan as my head falls back in pleasure.
It almost hurts, but it’s a pleasurable pain.
Then he gradually draws out and quickly thrusts inside me again.
He’s torturing me slowly.
Working me up in a painful rhythm.
He knows what he’s doing and exactly how to hit the right places. The rhythm he sets is steady, each thrust intentional. It’s not slow, but it’s not fast either. Just enough to work me up and leave me wanting more.
Each time the head of his cock glides over my G-spot, a whimper leaves my lips, and my hips rock in time to meet each of his deliberate movements.
And while he’s not being overly dominant, he’s taking my pleasure, and I’m more than willing to let him do to me as he wants.
If giving him control over me in the bedroom is like this, who the hell am I to argue?
And as he thrusts back and forth, driving impossibly deeper, the tingles start deep within my core.
He’s working me to a precipice, the same one I was at not that long ago. He’s already a master with my body, so skilled at what he does. He’s not only a rock god but also a sex god. The thing is, he knows it and uses it to his advantage as he drives into me, grinding his hips into mine.
His hand moves down my leg, grazing the inside of my calf.
It sends goose bumps all over my body as his gentle caress is in contrast to his powerful thrusts.
He continues his whisper of a touch south, moving between my legs where his finger finds my clit.
Once again, the pressure is firm and calculated as he presses the bundle of nerves, circling and pressing just enough to send a pulse through my core.
I jolt and moan as my hips shift, rocking and grinding, chasing the promise of release.
My body blazes with intense heat as I tremble, my skin slickens with a fine sheen of sweat, and my breathing hitches.
He circles again on my clit as he rolls his hips into me, and it’s just what I need to send me over the edge.
My head goes foggy, and the twinkling behind my eyes becomes more intense.
My body explodes into a wave of delight.
I moan out loud as my head flops to the side, my fingers clawing into his chest.
“That’s it, Tillie. Come for me,” he says in his deep, gravelly voice that almost makes me come again just from its sound.
He pulls my leg down from his shoulder and moves so we’re chest to chest. The shift feels far more intimate, and I glance up, my eyes meeting his.
His eyes are hooded and intense, sending a shockwave straight through me and triggering a surge of energy in my body.
It makes me feel more connected to him if that’s even possible.
His hand comes up and caresses my face before he leans down, kissing me passionately.
Our tongues intertwine as we move together, rocking back and forth in unison.
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him into me deeper.
It definitely feels less like the fucking we were just doing and more emotional, bringing us closer as we slow our pace and ride the wave together.
Soft, low moans echo from us as we rock back and forth, the pace he set slowing.
The weight of him against me, him filling me, it all feels so good that I don’t want this to stop.
I pull him closer, my fingers digging into the muscles of his back as he pulls out, then drives harder inside of me, the heat building again but less intense.
Ryan slows again, taking his time like he’s trying to make this last as long as he can, savoring each time he slides out before pushing deeper.
His kiss is intense and passionate, and it works me up just as much as our bodies are sliding together, moving in unison, and the sound of our passion echoes around us.
Heat pulses through my veins.
My back arches off the bed.
Flashes blast behind my eyes.
My breath catches.
Splintering into a million pieces beneath him, I gasp and moan into his mouth. My pussy clenching tightly around his cock is all he needs to reach his release. He groans, and his movements become more of a shudder before he stills completely with a deep, throaty growl.
My hands run up and down his back to help bring him down as his body relaxes and falls onto me. Just like in our yoga classes, he keeps me protected, bracing on his forearms. Then he buries his face into my neck as we both pant from exhausted bliss.
“Fuck, Tillie.”
I smile and rest my cheek against him, where he is panting against the crook of my neck. “We’re good at that,” I whisper.
He pulls his head back and grins at me lazily. “We’re fucking epic at that. And we have at least six more goes before we run out of condoms.”
I giggle and shake my head. “How ’bout you just kiss me again first?”
“That I can do.”