“You’ve been reading a lot of those recently?” he asked. “Your steamy ones?”
“Yes,” I sighed, my fingers brushing my clit. “Waiting for you–”
He hooked a finger in the waistband of his boxer briefs, tugging it down, and his cock sprang free. Hard and thick and already glistening at the tip, curved slightly.
Yes, that wasexactlywhat I had been waiting for.
He seemed to know exactly what I was thinking as he pumped his fist over his shaft once, twice. “I’ve been thinking of you, too,” he said. A pearl of precome beaded at the tip. I tore my eyes away from it and back to his face, only to see his smirk growing, his eyes half-lidded.
Then he kicked his pants away and was on top of me, his cock heavy against my thigh. He reached over, pulling a condom from the drawer of his bedside table, and rolled it on. He braced himself up above me with one elbow, his legs interlaced with mine, and I flexed my hips, grinding into him. He pulled away, only a fraction, but enough to get my attention.
“You want this, Flora?” he asked as he reached down to stroke himself again, lining his shaft up against my entrance. His crown nudged my lips, and I gasped at the contact, hot and hard. I remembered how good he’d felt, the perfect size, almost too much but not quite… “Sweetheart?”
I looked up at him and I knew when I met his dark eyes that he wasn’t just asking about his cock, but this. Everything.Us, whateverusmeant. And I also knew, with absolute certainty, that he would stop if I asked him to. He would help me up and call a cab or his driver and send me on my way, back to my apartment. That I could show up on Monday and pretend this never happened, and he would respect that. Respect me.
I nodded. “I want it,” I said.
Anything,anythingyou want, sweetheart, but I want to hear you say it.
“I want you.”
He sank into me, sliding home in one slow, sure thrust, even better than I remembered. My body arched to meet his, and I sighed in satisfaction. The stretch of my walls around his shaft, the fullness when his hips met mine…How was he such a perfect fit?
“Yes, Flora,” he groaned in my ear as he stilled for a moment. “You feel so damn good. So perfect.”
A smile spread across my face as he withdrew, only to fall away in a moan as he thrust into me again, feeling deeper this time. I wrapped my legs around his ass, pulling him closer, and felt more than heard the rumbling of pleasure from his chest.
“Oh,” I said as he moved, “Imissedthis.”
“Not as much as me,” he groaned, slowing his thrusting. “I’m not going to last, not if you keep doingthat.”
“Doing what, Ryan?” I asked.
“Making those little sounds,” he murmured, his lips against my temple.
“Ryan–”
I gasped as his teeth nipped at my earlobe, sucking it into his hot mouth for a second before he released it to whisper, “Saying my name. It sounds so good from your sweet mouth.”
“Yes, Ryan,oh–”
“Telling me what you like, begging for it–”
“Please, yes,more–”
I glanced down his body to see his abs flexing, rippling under his skin as he ground against me, rotating his hips so his cock worked against–
“Ah,yes, right there,” I gasped, my eyes fluttering closed again as he rolled his hips to hit it again.
And again.
And again.
“Oh– Oh–” was all I could manage, my breathing ragged, my body taut, fingers tingling, stomach clenched tight, the need spiraling higher and higher,so close…
“Ask for what you want, sweetheart, and you’ll get it,” a voice whispered in my ear, and on my next exhale–
“You,” I breathed, and Ryan swore, his lips crashing against mine as he pounded into me harder, harder, until the feeling of himinandonandwithme was all-consuming and I surrendered to the wave of pleasure that crashed over us, sweeping him along as well as me.
