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“Good. That’s exactly what I want.” Ryland purred, plunging a finger inside me as he licked and sucked my clit with relentless focus. “Come for me, queenie.”
I had no choice but to do as he demanded. That wanton command in his tone awakened something primal in me and wracked my body with an explosively pleasurable orgasm that had my back bowing off the mattress. I squeezed my eyes shut, letting myself drown in the euphoria of my release, panting and shaking almost uncontrollably. After a few moments, I fell limp on the bed, overtaken by a glorious, warm glow.
“That was...amazing. Thank you.” I murmured the words, and they came out slurred, almost drunk with the pleasure he just gave me.
“I hope the rest of this night is just as amazing. I want your first time to be special. To make this experience the best you’ll ever have.” Ryland kissed his way up my body and nuzzled my neck. “As a matter of fact, I aim to make sure it’s absolutely unforgettable.”
I loved the feel of his lips against my throat. I moaned and arched my neck, giving him better access. Gently, Ryland helped me slide to the center of his bed. Then he cupped my breasts, kneading and massaging them as he positioned himself on top of me. I could feel the gloriously hard evidence of his arousal through his boxer briefs, and I gripped the waistband.
“These have got to go.”
To underscore my point, I let my fingers slide lower, caressing the head of his dick, enjoying the slick bead of pre-come that clung to my fingers as he shifted and stripped out of the soft cotton material.
I moaned with longing as Ryland positioned himself at my entrance and captured my lips in a sweet, gentle kiss. “Promise you’ll tell me if I do something you don’t like.”
“I promise.” I nodded and leaned up, kissing him again. After a moment, I gently nibbled on his bottom lip for a second before adding, “I don’t think it’s possible, but I give you my word that I’ll let you know if it happens. Now please...I need to feel you inside me.”
He notched the tip of his hard length at my opening and then dropped his forehead against mine as he hissed, “Shit, I need to get a condom. I hope like hell I can find one.”
Ryland was gorgeous, smart, and successful. It was difficult to believe that it had been long enough for him not to know exactly where he kept protection in his house, but there wasn’t even the slightest hint of deceit in his dark eyes. Only fierce desire. I considered telling him that he could skip using one if he was clean—since I definitely was—but ultimately decided against it. At least for now. Instead, I urged, “Hurry up.”
“Hold that thought.” His gaze raked over my naked form as he lifted off my body to crawl off the mattress in search of a condom. He padded into the en suite bathroom, and I heard the sound of drawers being opened and closed before he shouted, “Halle-fucking-lujah.”
I giggled as he raced back to the bed, already ripping into the foil packet with his teeth. As soon as it was open, he tugged the condom out. I watched in awe as he rolled it down his dick before climbing back onto the mattress and crawling between my legs. “It’s damn lucky for us that condoms have long expiration dates, or else we would’ve been fucked.”
“Or not fucked, as the case may be,” I teased as he lowered himself over my body. When he slid his hand between us to flick his thumb over my clit, I gasped at how sensitive my bundle of nerves was. “Oh my gosh.”
“Your next orgasm is going to be better than the last, but it’s going to hurt first,” he warned.
“I know.” I dug my fingers in his shoulders to pull him closer.
Ryland groaned as he guided himself inside me, pushing in with a torturous, gentle slowness, giving me time to adjust to the feel of him stretching me. There was less pain than I’d expected, and it wasn’t long before I felt the need to move.
I wrapped my legs around his hips and circled mine, surprised to feel a jolt of pleasure deep in my womb. “I need this.”
Ryland rested his forehead against mine, staring deep into my eyes as he began moving. “You feel so good, queenie. So right. I want to make this perfect for you, but I’m not sure how long I can hold out when you feel this amazing wrapped around me.”
I bucked my hips. “Don’t hold back. I’m so close to coming again already.”
Ryland moaned as he pulled out and plunged back inside me in the most deliciously devastating way possible, over and over. I couldn’t imagine anyone else but him claiming my innocence and driving me to heights of pleasure I never realized were possible.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I tried to bite back a scream as another wave of pleasure crashed over my body. My second orgasm was stronger than the first, just like Ryland had said it would be.
“Fuck, queenie. You feel so damn good.” His thrusts went from measured to frenzied, then he stiffened and came with me, his cock jerking as he released into the condom.
Panting, he rolled onto his side while I tried to steady my breathing. After a few quiet moments of basking in the afterglow, I moved to slip out of bed, not sure if I should stay, no matter how amazing the sex we just had was. Plus, there was no telling what kind of trouble Gracie could get into if left alone in my room all night, although she’d been a total sweetheart so far.
Ryland slid an arm around my waist and pressed a kiss against my shoulder, and I went still. “Stay.”
It was just one word, but it was more than enough. I relaxed in his arms and drifted off to sleep in his bed, wrapped in his embrace.
15
Ryland
Iwoke up to Waverly slipping out of my bed and picking through the jumbled pile of our clothes on the floor. Blinking the sleep from my eyes, I yawned and stretched.
“What are you doing, queenie?” Sitting up, I swung my legs over the side of the bed, never taking my eyes off her.
