“Wait,” she murmured against my lips. I pulled back to search her face. “I thought you hated me. Don’t kiss me if you hate me, Ryuji. It’s too confusing.”
I didn’t hate her. I didn’t know what I felt, but it definitely wasn’t hate.
Slowly, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers once more. My tongue darted out to taste her, drink her in. She gasped as she parted to allow me entry. She tasted so fucking good. My cock stiffened in my sweatpants as her hands came to grip against my elbows.
If we didn’t stop this, I would push her down against the bed, rip off those ridiculously tight leggings, and fuck her senseless. I wouldn’t stop until she couldn’t walk.
But did she want that?
She had a thing with Wynn and probably her bodyguard, too. Where did I fit in that mix?
I’d been with multiple people at once before, but was she even interested in that?
“Tell me what you want,” I whispered. I pulled back to meet her gaze, and within it, I could see all the same complicated feelings I had reflected to me.
“I want…” she murmured against me, wrapping her arms around my neck and tangling her hands through my hair. She yanked on it, pulling my neck back to bite the skin.
“Fucking hell,” I groaned as the dam of restraint within me broke. I lifted her arms and pulled off her workout shirt, then immediately did the same with that damn sports bra that had tempted me since the first time I saw her wearing it.
She watched as I dragged my fingers over her chest, my thumbs brushing the peaks of her perfect nipples. She was so fucking beautiful. Her skin was soft, but my hands could make out the muscles beginning to take shape underneath. All thattime in the gym was changing her, making her stronger, and fuck if it didn’t turn me on even more.
“Your turn,” she said as she lifted my arms and pulled off my shirt just the same. Her hands roamed over my tattoos. “They’re beautiful.”
I looped a hand around her waist and pulled her farther up the bed so I had full access to rip off the rest of her outfit. And there she was, totally bare in front of me.
Sex was nothing more than a physical experience. All urges and no emotion. Simply transactional fun, easy to move on from and find the next lay.
As my arms caged her in, skin flushed pink, hair splayed around her, emotion swelled within me. This was different. This wasn’t just sex. For the first time in my life, I didn’t want just a quick fuck.
I pulled off my sweatpants and settled between her legs, licking a line up between her breasts and tasting the salt of her skin. My hand found her thigh and hitched it up over my hip so I could line my cock up with her entrance, but her hand paused on my chest.
“Wait,” she squeaked, eyeing the length of me with trepidation.
I paused, a small smirk on my face. “Do you want me to stop?”
I could get her plenty loose enough to take me fully. Iwould. And she’d love every single inch of me.
She shook her head. “No. Just not… inside yet.”
Was she a virgin?
Her eyes were still heady with desire, darkened and lustful as they roved over my body and drank me in. She blanched slightly as she took in the size of my cock, and I almost chuckled. But her breasts heaved as she stared up at me, and her pussy was fucking drenched.
She still wanted me, wanted this.
Yes, I wanted to be inside her more than anything in the world right now, but if she didn’t want me to fuck her yet, I could wait. There were so many ways to give and receive pleasure. I could be patient until I took her completely.
“Flip over,” I said as I twisted her hips so we lay side by side on the bed, with her back against my chest. My hand snaked to her clit. “Keep your thighs together.”
She gasped as I positioned my cock between her wet folds. She wassoaked. She drenched me from balls to tip, lubricating my thrusts between her thighs. I groaned, resting my forehead on the nape of her neck as she almost greedily sucked me inside. Just the slightest shift in angle and I could plunge inside her pussy, take her fully and completely, but I resisted. Not until she was ready. She pressed back against my pelvis while my thumb circled her clit.
“Ryu,” she mumbled as her hands came behind her to wrap around my hair. My name on her lips set my body on fire. “That feels so good.”
“You’re fuckingdripping, sweetheart.” I sucked on her neck while I slowly thrust between her, making sure my cock rubbed against her clit with every movement. Fuck, she felt unbelievable. Her body was perfect. Everything about this was perfect.
“Touch your nipples,” I demanded as her head fell back.
Her hands left my hair to cup her breasts instead. I watched, rapt, as she moved her thumbs across the peaks. She pinched, tweaked, and rolled them, breaths coming faster and faster with each movement. Fuck, I was going to come so fast. My thrusts were erratic, my mind almost lost as the pressure built in the back of my spine and my balls began to tighten.
