He bent his knees, his grip moving from my butt to my upper thighs, and I only had a second to realize what he was doing before I was in the air, my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms clinging tight around his neck. A surprised laugh escaped my lungs.
“You’re strong.”
“The suit is deceptive,” he said with a small smile.
“I’m eager to see what’s underneath,” I said, and his smile widened.
“Then I won’t keep you waiting.”
He carried me into his house, up the stairs, his arms strong around me and his eyes on mine. He used one foot to nudge open his bedroom door, then closed it again behind us–and then my back hit the soft mattress. It was dark, but he switched on a bedside lamp.
“I can turn it off if you’d prefer, but…” He shrugged off his jacket, tossing it onto a chair, then moved on to his shirt, undoing the buttons one by one to reveal a tantalizing strip of his chest. “I want to see you, too, Flora.”
I sat up, reaching around myself for the zipper of my dress, dragging it over my head in one movement. When my head reappeared, he was smiling.
“So obliging,” he said, and I smiled back. “And so beautiful,” he added, coming to stand between my legs. He brushed a hand across my cheek. “You know that, don’t you?”
Heat rose on my skin and I hid my blush by reaching for his shirt, tugging it from the waistband of his pants. He was hard behind his zipper; I’d felt his erection against me as he carried me up the stairs, and I hadn’t been lying when I said I wanted to see what was underneath his staid suit.
He covered my hands with his, and I looked up at him. His chest was broad and muscular–was there a home gym in this place as well as a backyard?–tapering to a trim waist with a slight V that disappeared into his pants where my hands rested. There was heat melting his chocolate eyes but his voice was calm when he said simply, “What do you want, sweetheart?”
“I want you,” I said, and he smiled and slid his hands from mine, up the curve of my arms to my shoulders, then back to my upper arms, bringing the straps of my bra along. His eyes had wandered from my own, gazing at the spot where his thumb swept along my bare skin, and I shivered.
“That sounds so sweet from your pretty mouth,” he said.
I gave his zipper a tug, then shoved his trousers down over his hips, his strong thighs.
“I want this,” I added, running my fingers lightly over the stiff bulge trapped behind the grey jersey of his boxer briefs. I was wet, my body eager for his, and when his cock twitched under my hand, I could feel myself throb in kind.God, it had been a long time.
His shirt fell to the floor behind him, and then he hooked his fingers through the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down, and I…
I swallowed, hard.
“Hey,” he said. “We don’t have to–”
I reached forward, stroking him: hard as steel and soft as velvet, and big. My grip tightened around the base, and he let his head drop back with a soft groan. “Fuck, Flora,” he said as I stroked him again, my hand smoothing over the head, where a drop of pre-come had gathered at the tip.
“I want to,” I said. “I want you to fuck me with this.”
He shuddered and rolled his head back to look at me.
“You’re talkative,” he said.
“Sorry,” I apologized automatically.
“No,” he growled, and he scooped me up in his arms, sliding me up the bed toward the pillows. He braced himself over me, then used one hand to unclasp my bra. I gasped as the cups lost their hold on my breasts, the rough lace sliding over my sensitive nipples as he plucked the item from my chest, tossing it away. “I like it.” He crawled lower, taking one nipple in his hot mouth, and I gasped at the sudden sensation that went shooting through me, straight down between my legs.
“Oh,” I moaned, and he released me with a soft, wet pop.
“You like that. I want to hear you, what you like,” he said, and kissed the other nipple with his open mouth. “What feels good. Tell me how you want it.”
I gasped–his fingers skimmed along the seam of my opening through my underwear.
“Yes, sweetheart, just like that,” he said, and then hooked one finger under the lace waistband and slid it down my legs, past my toes. He nudged my legs apart–but even still, I wasn’t quite prepared for the feeling of his lips when they landed on my most sensitive parts in a kiss.
“Oh,” I said again, and then again as he opened his mouth, hot and wet, and kissed me again, his tongue swiping through my own heat and wetness. Any other time, I would have luxuriated in it, but tonight–
“Fuck,” I gasped as his tongue pressed inside. “Fuck, Ryan,please, I want–”
