Ryan pulls me down by my hips. “Oh, fuck, yes” he says, letting his head fall against my neck, his hands squeezing my butt.
I rise and fall on his cock, sighing in delight every time I feel him penetrate right into the deepest parts of me. I place my hands on his chest, gently lying him down underneath me. He stretches his arms out behind his head and watches me in delight as I take everything I want from him.
My hands trace the outlines of his abs – every contour, every line – as I move myself on top of him, drawing a moan from him that vibrates through my veins.
If I liked Ryan O’Connor before, it’s way more complicated now. And it’s my own fault.
I speed up my movements, and he grabs my hips again, pushing me down onto him. He takes my breasts in his hands, pulling the nipples towards him, as I feel an unbearable heat rise between my legs that could set my whole body alight.
He plays with my nipples, pinching them between his fingers so hard it almost hurts – but the pleasure overrides any pain. Those hands…my God, I knew they’d be my undoing.
“I want to feel you come again,” he says, his voice full of authority.
He doesn’t have to tell me.
“And I want to watch.”
His words ignite me immediately. I keep moving on top of him, as he keeps tormenting my breasts, taking them between his lips and looking me shamelessly in the eyes.
Ryan O’Connor isn’t just in my body. Ryan O’Connor is flowing through me, like a roaring, uncontrollable river, which threatens to flood everything and ruin anything good in my life.
I know. I can feel it, and I can see it in his eyes: even though they’re burning with passion, they can’t hide the icy flicker he holds hostage. It could freeze me over, too.
But I want it. Christ, I want it.
I want Ryan O’Connor and everything he brings with him.
The wave washes over me: an overwhelming heat that completely submerges me, then releases me suddenly, exploding through my body. I come onto him desperately, with no more oxygen left in my lungs.
As I try to get my breath back, Ryan smiles at me, satisfied.
“Did you enjoy that?” he asks.
“What kind of question is that?”
He lays me out on the bed, then turns me onto my front.
“Because, that way…” he says, squishing me with his body. “We can keep going…”
Jesus, yes. Keep going for as long as you want.
He lifts my hips and pushes his erection inside me once more.
My clit is swollen, still pulsing, but I can’t help but want him again.
Ryan O’Connor is too much – but he’s never enough.
He lifts me up and I place my hands on the mattress, on all fours, completely vulnerable to him.
His warm hands slide down my back, then grab my waist, pulling me against him.
Ryan takes me again and again. He takes my body, my mind and everything that I’ve ever been.
He empties me out completely, only to fill me up with him.
One of his hands slips between my legs, seeking out my inflamed clit. With the other, he grabs one of my breasts and roughly squeezes a nipple.
I lift myself up to him instinctively, but he pushes me down, just like the first time we were together.
