“You’re so fucking wet,” he whispered with awe, his fingers tracing the slit of my lips and finding the nubbin of sensitized flesh.
“Ryder!” I gasped sharply, my hips jerking against his fingers, shocked by my own body’s reaction. I’d never felt so out of control before.
“Is this for me?” His breath was uneven. He spread my cream over my clit, making me whimper with burning need. My hips naturally rolled against his fingers.
“Yes.”
“Were you thinking about this over dinner?” His husky voice was quietly hungry. “I felt your heat reaching out to me. It was like a blanket of desire just for me.”
“I was.”
“What were you thinking?”
Too far gone to be embarrassed, I burst out breathlessly, “I wanted to run my hands over you. I wanted to taste you.”
He turned me around, pressed into me. My breasts crushed against his chest, so blistering hot was our skin-to-skin. My hips cradled his hardness through his pants as his strong lips claimed mine. We were voracious, tasting, biting, his sensual lips slanting on mine over and over again, unable to get enough. I was practically on my tiptoes, my arms looped over his shoulders, fingers through his black hair, surrounded by heat that was making me frantic.
His hand pulled my thigh up to his hip, and his hard, jutting erection rubbed against my clit. Wanting to feel his skin, I found the tie at his waist and went to work on it, desiring so much to feel him against me. His pants dropped. He kicked them away, and his length was scorching hot against my stomach. He grabbed my thigh again, pulling it up to his hip.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered, his expression almost savage with need. With both of my legs locked around his lean waist, he walked to the bedroom, the ambient moonlight from the window enough to silhouette the shape of the bed. He tossed me on the center of it before following me down, trapping my thighs open under his weight. He came down between them, resting his hips there, his engorged cock branding the soft skin of my hip.
“I love how you feel on me,” I whispered in a sultry voice I hardly recognized.
“You drive me crazy.” He frowned down at me with sudden intensity. His eyes followed his fingers as they traced a path over my lips and neck and down to a nipple that was alert and begging for attention.
“Don’t stop,” I half hissed and half whimpered.
Hungrily, his lips found my nipple and strongly sucked, his teeth raking it, licking it until I cried out mindlessly with the pleasure of it. Turning to my other breast, he lavished the same attention until I was moaning and crying out uncontrollably, rolling my hips beneath him, wanting what only he could provide, riding on a tide of need.
His fingers drew a line down my rib cage to my mound again. This time, he pushed two fingers in, stretching me, making my nerve endings tingle hotly. He began a rhythm with his fingers that my hips answered involuntarily, bucking against him.
Oh...damn. “Ryder!”
“Easy, baby...” He pressed a gentle kiss to my neck.
His fingers were plundering me, first slow and easy, then harder. I gasped with the invasion, moaned with the pleasure cascading through me. The heat wound tighter and tighter, and the whole time, he watched me, his expression carnal as his fingers slowed their rhythm again.
“You haven’t done this much?”
“No.”
“Does this feel good?” He looked at me with that sexy, dark, predatory look.
“Yes.”
“You want more?”
“Yes,” I groaned. “Why are you stopping?”
“I want to make sure you’re ready.”
“I’m ready. I need you, Ryder.” I rocked against his hand, wetter than I’d ever been in my life.
“Taylor, you’re fucking beautiful.” His tone was roughly hoarse, and then his lips found mine again, his tongue sliding home, where I sucked it and caressed it with my own. His fingers were moving in me, but slowly, just enough to tease and frustrate. It just wasn’t enough. The need to reach the pinnacle had my entire body pulsing.
“Ryder!” I cried, straining against him. “I want you inside me.”
“Are you sure?” He pulled his fingers out, rubbing them against my swollen clit.
“Yes.” Taking the bull by the horn, I ran a hand down his chest and grasped his hot length, my fingers unable to enclose his girth fully. He was so big. I ran my thumb over the head, which already had a drop of moisture on it. Ryder closed his eyes, gritting his teeth before stopping my hand’s motion.
“Not now.” His voice shook.
His weight settled fully between my thighs, and my body sighed with the feel of him there, so right. He took a moment to slide a condom on, but then I felt the engorged mushroom-shaped head at my entrance. He rubbed against my superslick opening teasingly, once, twice, three times. Then he drove in firmly to the hilt, stretching me, with a harsh, masculine groan. We were body to body, my hips rising to meet his first, deep thrust.
“Son of a... Oh, babe, you’re so fucking tight.” His lip curled as he savored the feel of our bodies joined.
Then he moved, and nerve endings cried with the pleasurable friction. He guided my legs around him, and he pumped his thick length in, and it felt so full and right, his lips on my neck, his hand cupping my breast, squeezing and plumping it as he held himself up on one elbow, face-to-face with me. His lips found mine again, savoring, sucking at them. My hands found his ass, squeezing his cheeks, pulling him into me.
He groaned huskily into my mouth, driving my pleasure even more, his strokes coming faster. Harder. Our bodies slapped together, punctuated by my breathless cries and his guttural groans.
I was flying higher, getting hotter, muscles tightening. The sensation was almost too much. “Ohmygod...yes...more...”
Hands grabbing my ass cheeks, he started pounding into me.
“Ryder,” I panted, meeting his thrusts, my sheath tightening on him, “I’m going to come. Ohmygod.” My clit rubbed perfectly against his pistoning hips, and the blazing heat flashed through my body in powerful waves, curling my toes and making me explode, crying out, convulsing around his cock, squeezing him tightly.
Dimly, I heard Ryder come with a hoarse shout, his thigh muscles bunching, his hips straining to go as deeply as he could, and then his weight was on me, our breathing shallow, our hearts pounding, and our skin moist. Contentment blanketed us, and we were unable to move.
It was some time before I could think again, and I needed to only because Ryder’s weight was crushing me.
“Can’t breathe,” I murmured.
His reply was a nonverbal grunt, though he pulled himself off me sideways and flung an arm around my waist, hauling me up against his chest. My butt rested against his cock, which was still semihard, and I felt safe and cared for, enveloped as I was by his embrace. It felt so intimate. It was a nice way to be. I’d never spooned with anyone before. I had to say I liked it. And I now understood the big deal with sex. It was absolutely mind-blowing. Bringing my own self to orgasm was just lukewarm and not nearly as much fun by comparison. There were layers of sensation that I’d never reached. I hugged that knowledge in the darkness.
Ryder rolled away briefly to take the condom off, but then he was back, pulling the thick blanket over the two of us. His warm, rough hand stroked the soft skin of my belly while his lips pressed gentle kisses against the side of my neck.
“For the record, I think you did that very well,” Ryder murmured languidly.
“It was even better than I remembered from my dreams,” I murmured teasingly, feeling strangely shy in the darkness now that the fireworks had died down.