"Then what are you waiting for?" she murmurs, her voice soft but filled with challenge, her fingers tracing over the peaks of her hardened nipples.
That’s all the encouragement I need.
I lower myself on top of her, my body pressing against hers, feeling the heat radiating from her skin as I kiss her slowly, deeply. Her mouth, soft and warm, opens beneath mine, and I can taste the desire that matches my own. My hands explore her body, gliding down her sides, tracing every curve, every dip. I want to memorise the way she feels beneath me, to never forget this moment.
Her fingers find their way into my hair, tugging me closer, and I groan against her lips, the sound reverberating through both of us. I trail kisses along her jawline, down the curve of her neck, my breath hot against her skin. I can feel her pulse quicken beneath my lips as I make my way lower, savouring thetaste of her, the way she arches into me, her body already trembling with anticipation.
“Rylan…” she breathes, my name sounding like a prayer on her lips. Her voice alone is enough to drive me to the edge of reason.
I pull back slightly, watching her for a moment, the sight of her lying there, breathless and wanting, almost too much to bear. My hands slide down her waist, gripping her hips as I settle between her legs, pressing a kiss to her stomach, feeling the way her muscles tighten beneath my mouth. Every touch of my lips against her skin sends shivers through her, and I feel her body responding to me, her back arching slightly, inviting me in.
She bites her lip, her hands gripping the edge of the couch as I move lower, pressing a kiss just above the apex of her thighs, savouring the sound of her sharp intake of breath, the way her legs shift, parting slightly, inviting me closer. The scent of her earlier orgasm is driving me insane.
“Fuck,” the word comes out in an exhale. “Stop torturing me, and fuck me, Rylan.”
Her taste is intoxicating as I run my tongue over her clit again, slowly and deliberately, relishing the feel of her clit, still plump and soft from coming, a different sensation in my mouth. She gasps, her body tensing beneath me, her hips lifting, searching for more, needing more.
"Rylan… please," she whispers, her voice shaky, desperate. “I need to feel you, need you inside me. Don’t make me wait.”
I look up at her from between her thighs, seeing the way her eyes flutter shut, her hands gripping the cushions for support. I’m lost in the sound of her voice, the way she calls my name only fuels the fire already burning inside me.
The need to be inside her—to feel her completely, to make her mine in every possible way—is overwhelming. Thefire that’s been building in my chest, the desire that’s been simmering between us for so long, is now blazing out of control. But I don’t want to rush this. I want to savour every second of it.
I push up onto my knees, tugging off my belt and undoing the laces of my trousers, my eyes never leaving hers. Her lips part slightly, and I can see the anticipation in her gaze, the way her breath hitches as she watches me strip away the last of my clothing. When I finally free myself from the confines of my trousers, her eyes drop, and I see her swallow hard, her cheeks flushed.
The sight of her like this—naked, vulnerable, and so utterly beautiful—sends a surge of possessiveness through me, a primal need to claim her, to make sure she knows she belongs to me.
Slowly, I crawl back over her, pressing my body against hers, skin to skin, the heat between us almost unbearable. The sensation of her bare body against mine sends shivers down my spine, and I can feel the tremor in her as she arches into me, needing the same thing I do.
“I’ve been wanting this… wanting you for so long,” I murmur, my voice rough with the weight of everything I’m feeling. “The amount of times I’ve woken up, my cock aching hard, my fist stroking me, imagining you’re riding me, taking me deep. You have no idea how badly I need you, Eira.”
Her lips part, her breath quickening as I press a kiss to her collarbone, then lower, trailing my lips across her skin, down the curve of her breast. She gasps as I take her nipple into my mouth, flicking my tongue against the sensitive peak, and the sound of her voice—soft and breathless—makes my head spin.
“Rylan…” she whispers, her body arching into mine, her hips shifting as if searching for more.
But I want her to ask for it, no, I want her to beg. I want her to tell me just how much she needs me, the way I need her.
“Beg me for what you want,” I whisper, my lips brushingagainst her skin as I trail kisses down her stomach. “Tell me how much you need me.”
The corner of her mouth curls up, and the mischief in her eyes thrills me. Her front teeth find her bottom lip and before I realise what she’s doing her hand reaches between us and she runs her fingertips over the length of my hardness.
“Oh gods,” I moan, my hips instinctively pressing forward against her hand, wanting more of her touch.
She doesn’t utter a word; she just keeps running her fist, lightly wrapped around me, up and down my cock, and I feel the tip leak with need.
“Eirabella,” I groan against her neck as I suckle her soft skin. “Say the words, tell me where you want me.” It’s a struggle to speak.
“Fuck. Me. Rylan,” she breathes, her fist squeezing, ridding my brain of any thoughts I might have left. “Please. Ram your cock in me. Hard,deep.Taking me. I need you to fuck me.”
The desperation in her voice sends a thrill through me, and I can’t wait any longer. Pushing her hand away, I position myself between her legs, the tip of my cock pressing against her pussy and the heat of her makes my head spin. Without moving, I run my hands along her thigh and hook my arms under her knees, lifting her hips. And then, slowly, so slowly, I push inside her, inch by inch.
Her chest stills as if she’s holding her breath.
“Rylan…” there’s a strain to her voice, a reticence. She’s finding out just how thick I am. Gods she’s going to feel divine stretched around me.
I lean over, careful not to move my hips for the moment and press a gentle kiss to her lips. “You’re doing beautifully. You just need to relax, it’ll help… help you take all of me. Just breathe, sweetheart. I know you can take it.”
Eyes trusting, she nods, and I feel her relax around me, opening up for me.
