Chapter 21 #2
I groaned as she sealed her lips around my shaft one last time, helpless to keep from spurting into her mouth while she caressed me with her moonlit-soaked gaze.
She gave me mere moments to gulp in air.
Then she rose to brace her hands on the arms of my chair and slipped her tongue between my lips, transferring my intimate taste.
I reached for her, knotting my hands in her hair as I dragged her onto my lap, not even fully aware if I was hard yet.
It felt like I’d barely even come, and it had been the best climax of my damn life.
My want for her had no bottom. There was just more.
She settled over me, grinding her wet slit against my cock.
No problem with getting hard again. Not with her.
I pushed two fingers into her and she threw back her head, releasing a sound that almost befit the moonlight silvering her from her cascading hair to the tight tips of her breasts to her swollen pussy, spreading open around my fingers.
We didn’t speak, just kissed like the world was ending and her body was mine to use as I saw fit. Just as she’d done with mine.
I rubbed her clit until she was crying out, only stopping to grip her jaw with damp fingers. “Watch me.”
She watched, her gaze zeroed in on the sight of me thrusting into her body. Bare. Without anything between us but shadows and desperation.
The need spiraled higher and higher. I couldn’t temper my strokes into her, and she rode me with her knees jabbing into my hips as she anchored herself on my shoulders. Hair flying back, breasts bouncing, my name on her lips.
Mine.
I bit her nipple, nearly manic to see her covered with my marks. I rubbed my scruff against her delicate skin, knowing from her keening moans she enjoyed the extra sensation. And I fucked her like I would never fuck her again.
This was forever, contained in the span of one moment in the dark.
She wrapped her hand around the back of my neck as she stared into me, linking with me in a way that transcended anything I’d ever known. For a second, the sweet agony was almost unbearable. A flash of heat streaked over my shoulder as she drew back her hand, and then she touched her own lips.
The instant she removed her touch, the burn cooled. But the ache remained.
She tightened around me and finally let go, drowning me in her pleasure. Breaking around me and going limp so that I could cradle her against me and fasten my mouth to her throat while I joined her.
Pouring into her felt like dying and being reborn. I’d been stripped down to my most elemental state.
We didn’t move for the longest time. I stroked her hair when I could lift my arm, and she snuggled into me, boneless and replete. Her weight in my arms felt so right.
Perfect.
There was no teasing. No words at all. I’d never felt such…harmony. It was a strange description, but it fit. We were in total sync, from our heartbeats to our breathing.
I didn’t want to lessen the moment with something inconsequential, and everything felt inconsequential after this.
We stayed so long in that same spot that the moon rose to its peak in the shifting clouds overhead before beginning its descent.
The heat of the day cooled until the breeze turned cooler.
And Ryan stayed watchful, her fingers curled against my chest as if she was in no more of a hurry to move on than I was.
I didn’t know what time it was when I finally admitted defeat.
“I need to use the facilities.”
She giggled against my chest, probably the best sound in the universe. “You can just say pee. You can squash your prim and proper side outside of work, you know. I mean, you can squash it there too, but I don’t want to blow your mind.”
“Too late there, Miss Moon.”
“Gotta say I rather enjoyed it.”
“Rather?” I tugged on her hair. “My dick probably has a belt imprint.”
“I can kiss it better.”
I had to laugh. “Give me a couple hours.”
“You underestimate yourself.” She gave a testing wiggle against my lap. “After earlier, I have no doubts you could get up to anything you put your mind to.”
“That wasn’t my mind.”
She looked up under the fringe of her lashes. “No indeed.”
I nearly broke our quiet spell with my necessary truth.
Hey, guess what? I quit today.
It would be so easy to tell her what I’d done. Especially out here where work seemed so far away and not at all related to the heart of us.
Then she shifted against me to stretch her arms far above her head, and I forgot all about things that didn’t matter right now in favor of sucking on her pretty nipples.
A guy had to have priorities.
Eventually, we dressed again and shambled inside like drunks, leaning against each other every few feet when walking seemed too complicated.
She stumbled over something on the path and I picked her up, savoring her laughter as I tried to summon enough coordination to get us both inside in one piece.
The cat eyed us as we made it into the master bedroom. He’d changed his location to the pillows we needed to sleep on, most likely so he could be a peeping Smoky while Ryan undressed for bed.
Not that she was exactly comfortable with the prospect.
“I can go home. I should go home.” She stood in her bare feet, tugging on the dress she’d buttoned entirely incorrectly so that the slightest shift revealed a hint of nipple. I didn’t mind, although I’d prefer the full naked picture.
I propped my head on my hand where I was stretched out on the mattress, already dressed in my silk sleep pants. “If you want to, I’ll drive you home.”
“Oh, no, you’re already undressed. I can catch an Uber. Or call Luna. Or Luna can get an Uber and come get me.”
I was tempted to ask why she needed best bish accompaniment on her ride home, but she probably intended to rate my skills in the sack—or in the wicker chair. I wasn’t sure why that couldn’t be done via text, but far be it from me to question such things.
But there was one thing I definitely needed to ask.
“Why are you afraid of my bed?”