“God, you make me feel so good,” I moan breathlessly.
“You taste so fucking good, baby,” he growls, adding to the incredible sensations tearing through me.
I stare in the mirror, barely recognizing myself. My face is flushed pinked with arousal, my blue eyes glazed and sparkling with desire. I cry out when I suddenly feel a sharp sting across my ass, the exquisite pain rocking my body with the best sensations.
I meet his gaze between my legs and see him staring up at me. The sight is so intimate and erotic, my tummy pulls tight and I know I’m not going to be able to hold out much longer. Removing one hand from the dresser, I thread my fingers in his soft, silky hair and grip tightly as I thrust against his mouth. My body close to combustion.
“That’s it, Em, fuck my mouth.” He urges me on.
“Ryder, I’m going to come.”
His eyes darken just before he sends another slap against my ass. The sting shoots to my clit and he’s already there, capturing the fluttering bud between his lips, causing me to shatter into a thousand pieces. I scream out the intensity of my orgasm as sensation after sensation slams into me. Ryder keeps his momentum, dragging out my ecstasy until every ounce of pleasure is wrung from my body. I fall over onto the dresser, my elbows bracing my weight as I try to keep from dropping to the ground.
Ryder kisses the inside of each thigh before placing one on my tummy. “You good, Em?”
“Ahhmmm,” I mumble incoherently, not being able to think straight, let alone talk.
With a chuckle, he rises a little higher and nips at one of my oversensitive nipples. I gasp and shiver, my clit igniting all over again from the light bite. I’m shocked my body is even capable of the reaction at the moment.
His arms come around my waist when he stands, picking me up as if I weigh nothing. My legs instinctively wrap around his lean waist while my arms encircle his neck. He takes my mouth in a searing kiss and I moan at the erotic taste of my arousal on his tongue.
“See how fucking good you taste, baby?” he mumbles against my lips as he walks us over to the bed. “I could eat your pussy for hours.” My clit swells from his dirty words. Lord, the man has a filthy mouth, and for some reason I really like it.
The cool mattress meets my back and Ryder follows down on top of me. I keep my arms locked tight around his neck as we devour one another. I lift my hips, my wet center grinding against his rough jean-clad erection.
Groaning, he pulls away and stands at the end of the bed. His gaze never wavers from mine as he begins to remove his belt, his eyes alight with fire and promise. My heart pounds in anticipation as my eyes take in his impressive body. Bronzed skin stretches over lean, cut muscle; his powerful arms are decorated with black intricate design. I can understand why Cece would think he’s dangerous and lethal. He looks the part, and his body is definitely capable of it, but anyone who takes the chance to know him would see what I see – a man of integrity. One who is honorable, courageous and who risks his life every day for what’s right.
Getting the urge to touch the perfection I’m seeing, I get to my knees and make my way to the end of the bed. He stops the works of his pants as I approach, the button and zipper left undone. I hesitate for a moment, feeling unsure. As if reading my thoughts, he encircles my wrist and lays my hand flat against his chiseled abdomen. “Touch, baby, all you want, it’s all yours.”
All mine? I like the sound of that. Smiling, I roam my hands along his hard, warm body. Starting at his powerful chest, I feel his heart thrum rapidly under my palm as I learn every line and curve. I move to his right shoulder and trace the intricate black ink of his tribal tattoo that’s woven down to his forearm. “Did you have this in high school?”
“Yes, the ones on my arms I did. But the one on my ribs I got done after I graduated from Quantico.”
I look to the left side of his ribs and see a script. I had briefly noticed it when he didn’t have a shirt on the other day, but obviously I couldn’t read it. “What does it say?” I ask softly.
He clears his throat, seeming a little uncomfortable now. “Against all odds; but in the end I prevailed.”
My breath catches at his words, the quote so fitting for him. I glance up to see him watching me with an expression I can’t decipher. I trace the writing with my fingers. “That you did, Ryder,” I whisper before placing my lips on the tattoo and giving it a gentle kiss. His fingers thread through my hair, urging me to continue my exploration. I trail my lips down to his abs, my tongue darting out to lick along the dips and grooves of his muscles. With a rough groan, his fingers grip my hair tightly, but not painfully.
Once I finish exploring him with my mouth, my hands move to the waistband of his jeans and I look up at him, suddenly feeling a little nervous. “This is going to be the first time I ever see a penis,” I blurt out my thoughts stupidly, then feel my face immediately flame. Seriously, Emily? You could have kept that to yourself.
“And it’s going to be the only one you ever see, baby. So get well acquainted,” he replies with a sexy smirk.
My laughter erupts around the room, breaking the awkward tension, and I quirk a brow at him. “Feeling pretty confident, Jameson?”
“Not confident, it’s a fact.”
“Hmmm, maybe.”
He grunts, not amused by my teasing. Not wasting any more time, I slowly begin to push down his jeans, but it clearly isn’t fast enough for him because he takes over and disposes of them quickly, taking his underwear with it and leaving him gloriously naked before me. With wide eyes I stare at his massive erection. Oddly enough, it looks similar to what I expected… I think. Reaching up, I grasp him in my hand, loving the hard, but smooth, feel of him.
He hisses in a breath and pumps himself into my firm grip. “Fuck, Em, your touch feels so goddamn good.” His voice is tight and strained. A drop of clear fluid spills over the top. Getting the urge to know what he tastes like, I lean in and lick the smooth tip then moan, loving the salty, erotic taste. He growls, his hips jerking, as he pumps himself into my hand. Pleasure warms inside of me, loving that I can make him feel that good. I want to take him in my mouth but I’ve never done it before and I don’t want to do something wrong. I look up at him hesitantly and see his eyes wild with lust. I don’t have to voice my thoughts, he already knows them. “Open up, Em, take me in your mouth. I’ll help you.” I look back down at his erection in my hand then lick my lips before leaning in again and taking his hard length into my mouth.
“Ah, fuck yeah!” he groans, his fingers now causing a slight sting that shoots straight between my legs. “Take me a little deeper.” He moves my hand to the base of his shaft and guides my head to take more of him. I hum my approval at his control. “Now suck back to the top.” I do as he says. Hollowing my cheeks, I suck back to the top and swirl my tongue around his tip. It’s something I remember Cece telling me when we would have our sex talks.
“There you go, baby, fuck that’s good.” His words spur me on and I start sucking him with more confidence. “You have no idea how many times I thought about fucking this sweet, hot mouth of yours, Emily. I jacked off to the image in my mind so many times.” I whimper at his dirty words, the ache between my legs becoming so strong it’s almost painful. He starts flexing his hips, thrusting himself deeper in my mouth. He stills when he hits the back of my throat and I instinctively swallow. “Fuck!” he growls and pulls out of my mouth. “All right, baby, no more, it feels way too fucking good. I need inside of you, right now.”
“In a hurry, Jameson?” I ask sassily, feeling a little proud that I could make him feel that good.
He doesn’t smile like I expected him to, instead he reaches up and cups the side of my face, his intense gaze holding me captive. “Yeah, I am. I’ve been waiting six years for this moment, Em, and I don’t want to wait another fucking second.”
His words have my breath catching and my heart turning over in my chest. I lay my hand over top of his then turn my face to the side and press a kiss to the palm of his hand. “Me too,” I whisper truthfully. The only difference is instead of waiting for this moment, I prayed for it, because I didn’t think I would ever see him again.