TWENTY-FOUR
Lisa
Lisa had been thinking about having sex with Ryan all day.
Over the past year, her body's changes due to declining hormone levels shifted her focus from rarely considering sex or self-pleasure to now constantly craving kisses from Ryan, leaving her breathless.
She was sure that the mouth of his was made from black magic. The way Ryan kissed made it clear he was no mere mortal. It’s like he was sculpted from clay and fire, conjured from her deepest desires.
The more time she spent with him, the more intensely her body craved his sexual magnetism.
And now, oh, goodness, she was in heaven under the power of Ryan’s skilled mouth, moving one way and then another, devouring her until she was winded.
A decision floated through her mind between greedy, biting kisses as she gripped Ryan’s hair, pulled back his head, and watched how glazed his eyes were.
“Show me to your bedroom.”
He moved so fast; it was like a blur as he jack-knifed up to his feet, with Lisa held bride-style in his arms, and he took the stairs two at a time.
Holding on with her arms around his neck, she admired this man with an open heart.
How beautiful he was! Inside and out. He was a perfect specimen.
And she wanted to fuck him until she made him sore.
Ryan didn’t stop until they were in his bedroom. It was a truly masculine room, with no decoration. With a bed big enough for four, neatly made with a white comforter. The room smelled of his cologne.
“What now, goddess?” he asked with his face in her neck, nibbling on her pulse.
“Now you put me down so I can get you out of those clothes.”
Who was this daring woman?
Only with Ryan had she ever felt free enough to speak her sexual mind.
But as he placed her on her feet, feeling the plush carpet between her toes, she stood straighter, met his eyes, and felt confidence flood her system when he canted his head in that sexy way that made her belly clench.
He gave grunts when she pulled at his belt, when she unzipped his jeans, and when she told him to get rid of the shirt.
Bit by bit, Ryan’s carved body was exposed.
It was the first time she had seen the inked artwork decorating parts of his body, and the sight only made him even more utterly attractive. She ran her fingers lightly over the washboard stomach.
Lisa exercised, but she wasn’t at this level of shape.
In contrast to his muscular physique, she had soft parts and wobbly parts.
Still, when she told him to help her out of her clothes, his hands worshipped her with forbidden touches over her stomach, her breasts, and then lower, making Lisa feel more sexually attractive than she’d ever felt before.
“You are so fucking gorgeous,” he told her.
Whenever Lisa received a compliment, her default response was, “Oh, I have to lose weight.” Or “I wish I had a smaller backside.” But that didn’t happen in that moment as Ryan scraped his fierce eyes up and down her nude body.
She preened under his compliment and leaned into his chest with her two hands braced.
“Stay right here.”
He frowned but remained rooted to the spot while she crawled across his bed.
“Lisa.” He growled animalistically, and she turned her head to see his gaze locked onto the space between her legs.
Once more, there was no embarrassment, only debauched excitement. Settling into place against the pillows, she let herself breathe in the moment, not rush, as she watched him.
He was already hard.
And if she’d never slept with him previously, Lisa would have been scared to face all those inches.
Ryan not only had the length but also the girth.
He was a book boyfriend who’d prowled out of the pages.
As she’d once thought, he swaggered like he were carrying some weight between his legs…
and looking at it now, yeah, the thing was monstrous.
Her lips curled at the edges, seeing his stance as if he meant business. Lisa let her knees drop open, and the groan that came from him was a jolt to her ego.
“We’ve gotta talk about that snug spot between your legs and how perfectly I’m gonna fit there again. It still and always has been my place, hasn’t it, goddess? I own the real estate there.”
His words pulsed through her like fire.
“Tell me what you need, and it’s yours. It’s my pleasure to make sure you have it. But please tell me I can fit into my place right now. I’m dying.”
Goddess.
He’d exclusively used that name during their lovemaking sessions. In bed, in the car, and in her tiny apartment. And there was that one time in a diner bathroom.
She’d been so daring and horny with him ten years ago. She’d absolutely lost her head over Ryan and was doing it again. Eagerly.
“Come here to me.” She held out a hand, and Ryan came up onto his bed and didn’t stop crawling until he was lying between her open legs.
They groaned together as body parts brushed.
“Kiss me,” she demanded, and his gray eyes flashed with desire before he lunged for her mouth, groaning her name.
The next kiss from Ryan was so incredibly perfect, tasty, and sexy that she leaned forward, clutching his wide shoulders. Oh, God, she was in way over her head, but nothing on earth could stop her from taking what she ached for.
And that was Ryan, in every position her fertile mind could conjure.
He was a raw, unvarnished biker, and each starved kiss served to prove how illogically right Ryan was for her. With a pleading groan of her name, he tore his mouth away, but immediately plunged back in.
He kissed her like he wanted nothing else in this world.
His hunger was palpable; she could taste it and feel its tremors in her own body. Oh, she loved his pleading tones, how sexy he sounded, and that’s when Lisa used both hands to push him away.
His eyes were dark disks, hot and full of passion. He let his head hang low, looking at her through his too-long lashes, breathing through his bared teeth.
“Lisa,” he implored, as if he wanted to dive in and ravage her mouth.
But she knew something secret about Ryan that only she knew, because he’d shared how he’d never done it with any other woman but her.
It was all hers.
This incredibly capable, strong, and vital man, who could press her into a wall and fuck her stupid if he wanted to, was waiting for permission.
His entire frame was shaking under her hands, so patient, getting off on being held back, waiting to be told what to do by her.
No one looking at Ryan would ever guess that underneath his muscles and frightening stature stood a man who was so sexually submissive under her hands.
They’d discovered it by accident; it hadn’t been a conscious discussion until afterward, when he’d said how he got off on it. She’d confessed the same. From that moment on, they’d practiced and played and built forest fires in their lovemaking.
Only with Ryan had Lisa been able to unlock some secret part of her sexuality, to admit that the highest of highs only came from when she was in charge, taking selfishly with a partner who begged for it.
And with little talking about whether they wanted to reinstate that once perfect dynamic between them, Ryan looked at her with such starving need; Lisa’s spine straightened as she cupped his cheeks and pulled him forward, feeling every inch relaxing into him, knowing he would always be there to hold her up, to deliver everything she voiced.
“What are you asking for, Ryan?”
“You. Give me you.”
“Be specific.” She told him, and he grunted, daring to brush his lips on her exposed collarbone.
“I wanna fuck my goddess. I wanna make you cry, wanna have you soaking my grateful cock, the cock I want you to own, abuse, use like a fucking toy, to claim as yours.” After each word, he pressed desperate kisses to her bare shoulder. “Please, goddess...”
Once he was given permission, she watched it snap Ryan’s control and his actions; his incredibly warm touch became beast-like.
He lifted her right leg over his shoulder, so his hand was free to caress her clit.
She guided him the whole time with her whimpering sounds that were hoarse and carnal coming.
Oh, God, he made her feel so needy, clinging to his forearms, undulating her hips so her core connected to his seeking mouth. And when his lips sucked hard around her clit, Lisa cried with her neck arched back, almost levitating.
“That’s right,” she praised. “You have the best mouth, Ryan. Oh, that’s so good. I need more, just like that.”
He grunted against her pussy, eating her deeper with the strongest sucks.
Damn, her body’s reaction to that flicking, wicked tongue nearly sent Lisa into orbit. It had been so long since she’d orgasmed, even alone, that it never seemed like a priority anymore, but now her body was awake and screaming for Ryan’s touch, like her skin remembered him and was so hungry.
“You inflict so much agony on me, my sexy fucking goddess.” He said, between tastes.
Lisa buried her fingers into his thick hair and held on while he administered the dirtiest kiss of all, and he didn’t stop, not even when she rolled her hips higher from the bed as an orgasm crested and went through every inch of her being.
“Stop... please. Stop.” She panted when he continued tormenting her intimate area. It was too sensitive, and she pulled a little at Ryan’s hair until he detached his mouth, letting her watch how he slowly licked her from his lips.
“I’ve died and gone to heaven,” he said, skimming light kisses along her inner thigh, up Lisa’s belly, further still, kissing both breasts until he reached her mouth.
They kissed, what felt like forever.
One thing led to another, and Lisa encouraged Ryan to fit himself into place; she helped by rimming all those inches.
“Easy, goddess, I’ll lose it. Your hands are my torture.”
For that, she pumped his cock through her fingers, and he arched over her with a hot-as-hell moan.
“Is this mine to play with?” she asked.