My lips found his, softly, gently, trying to let him know that I felt the same beautiful connection. He was my gift. Mine.
I woke to the decadent feel of skin on skin, the weight of a strong, masculine leg entwined with mine, and whiskery prickles moving languidly over my sensitized neck. It was rough and sexy. It was hot and tingly. I had to catch my breath, hold it, feel the sensations whispering over and through me. Ryder’s mouth was tracing the line of my throat, the heat of his moist kisses sending warm flutterings through all parts of my body.
He pulled back and looked down at me, his eyes dark with intent. “Before the night is through, I want to feel every inch of your skin.”
“Yes...”
Our lips met lazily at first, teasing touches, light nips, smiles, nibbles and quick forages that were stoking a deep fire in my belly. The heat was building as we added fuel to the fire, and before long my fingers were fisted in his hair, and we were feasting on each other, straining for more, mastering taste and texture.
My heart was pounding crazily. I couldn’t breathe properly, each breath I gasped coming tremulously.
His hand was curved around my ass cheek, holding me against him, his thick erection already hot and pulsing against my belly. Bending my knee, I luxuriated in the contrast between my softness and his hardness, my hips rubbing against his cock in slow, deliberate circles. With a deep moan, he braced his elbows on either side of my head, and I watched him sink into the pleasure as he gritted his teeth, staring down at me with his beautifully male visage. We were both breathing heavily.
I craved his strength, loving the weight of it, the feel of it surrounding me. Holding his beautiful pale eyes with my will, I lightly dragged my nails from his muscular shoulder down his broad back and curved them over his ass. Simultaneously, we rocked into each other, rubbing exquisitely, grinding perfectly, point on point, over and over again, and I cried out with the flash of heat, which joined his rumbling growl.
“Ah...Ryder, you’re driving me crazy,” I whispered shakily.
“I want to make you crazy. I want you going nuts until you lose control.”
His rough voice made promises that I wanted him to keep, but I wasn’t going to be the only one.
I rolled over, pushing him down on his back, which took him by surprise. I found the hollow of his throat with my tongue. I nibbled and licked a line up over his jaw, and by the time I reached his lips, his hands were on my ass, squeezing roughly. With my teeth nibbling and sucking his delectable lips, my nails scraped down his chest, traced the cords of muscle in his stomach, which jumped under my touch, and reached my goal.
My fingers closed over his hot length, and I was rewarded with a deep, sexy groan.
His lips were parted, his breathing was rough, and I felt a surge of power that was heady. His cock was silky and hard at the same time, and I gently ran my fingers over it, loving how it felt. With tentative strokes, I pumped my hand a couple of times.
“Fuck, Taylor—” He hissed.
“Does that feel good?” I whispered, and I pumped my hand a few more times, loving the tortured ecstasy on his face. I wanted to learn his body. I wanted to know what made him wild.
“Shit, Taylor!” His lips were parted, his breathing harsh, and his hips moved in rhythm with my hand. I took a moment to dip my tongue in his mouth, and just that quickly, he became a wild man, sucking my tongue, squeezing my ass, and pulling my legs apart so I was straddling him.
“I need to be inside you,” he growled, and he slipped his fingers into me. With satisfaction he said, “You’re so fucking wet,” while his thumb rubbed at my clit.
“Oh!” I arched my back, feeling so close. “Now, Ryder. Now. Please!”
He slid a condom on and settled me over his hips so his cock slid into me easily on a deep, guttural moan. Flexing his hips sharply, he hit the top of my sex in one hard stroke, and I cried out with the pleasure of it.
We both stilled, feeling the perfect fullness of the union, staring into each other’s eyes, seeing the pleasure, heat and joy reflected there. But it wasn’t enough, and we both needed to move.
Putting my hands on his chest, I moved slowly up and down. Ryder reached to fill his hands with my breasts, plucking at my nipples as I drove us toward the inferno. Heat unfurled in sizzling waves between my thighs when his hands changed position. Bracketing my hips, he worked his thumbs against my clit as I moved on him, building friction and heat.
As the demand grew, I rode him harder, feeling him pound clear up in my womb, spasms gripping me as I got closer and closer. My climax hit hard, and harshly, I cried out.
“Ryder!”
My sex closed around his cock, squeezing him with hot, delicious convulsions. He stilled as I collapsed on his chest, but only long enough to roll me over to my stomach and lift my hips, driving into me from behind.
With the new position, head down and ass up, new nerve endings were exposed, and in a short time I was back to gasping in need, meeting him thrust for thrust. One of his hands reached around to my clit and worked it, making me crazy with white-hot pleasure radiating out through my core. I was on fire, needing to come again. I was getting wound tighter and tighter, my pleasure almost painful, when lightning heat broke over me, causing me to come like I’d never come before, crying out as sensation after sensation rolled over my body.
Ryder was with me, shouting his own release before lying over me, careful to hold the majority of his weight on one arm. Rolling us both to our sides, he remained deeply embedded in me, running a hand up to cup one of my breasts, simply holding me against him gently.
“Christ, Taylor. I can’t fucking get enough of you,” he murmured sleepily in my ear.
And it was with a sense of contentment that we fell into a deep sleep, still connected.
Chapter Fourteen
“Lin’de, you need to wake up.” The deep, rumbling voice vibrated warmly against my ear, and my lips curled sleepily, knowing exactly who it was.
“Let’s go back to the lake,” I protested, enjoying the feel of Ryder’s warm body pressed up to me, skin to skin, snuggling up to me from behind. I wiggled my ass a bit and enjoyed feeling the answering heat of his arousal and hearing his quick intake of air.
“We don’t have time for this,” he said huskily, though his breathing got heavy and he didn’t stop my movements. Rather, his scruffy whiskers tickled my ear as a soft kiss was placed on my neck, which gave me wonderful tingles and sent almost instant gentle heat waves of pleasure to the apex of my thighs. Such a wonderful way to wake up, my body already eager and wanting Ryder. I couldn’t help grinding against his arousal, wanting to feel it pumping inside me again. I also loved the growl of approval that told me this little interlude might be a go.
“You feel so good.” He nipped my ear just hard enough for me to yelp, but his lips soothed the spot. I had another ache that needed soothing too.
“Are you sure there’s no time?” My smoky, languid sex voice was making a comeback.
“Maybe just a little,” he muttered, letting his hand run down my back and curve over my ass until he reached my sex from behind. Pushing his knee between my thighs, he opened my legs.
I could feel I was already wet with anticipation, which just made me feel wonderfully wanton, and when his fingers found me so, he groaned deep and low. He moved his fingers gently around my folds. Then one slipped inside me, and he rubbed softly in a place that made me gasp.