Page 4 of A Ryan Regret

“What exactly constitutes a breach of the agreement?”

Her brow furrows.

“I mean we’re here for two whole days.”

She folds her arms over her chest. “I know that. But as we already discussed in the car, I am perfectly capable of going two days without sex.”

With a sigh, I pick up the remote and pause the movie. “I’m not talking about fucking, sweetheart. I’m talking about closeness.”

Her eyes narrow. “We’re close right now.”

I curl a strand of her thick red hair between my fingers. “So, touching is okay then?”

Her cheeks flush pink, and I bite back a smile because she’s as desperate for this as I am. “I never said we couldn’t touch.”

“Kissing must be okay then. That’s not fucking.”

A breath catches in her throat. She licks her sweet pink lips, taunting me. “Of course we can kiss.”

The words have barely left her mouth before I have her on her back, pinned to the sofa as I settle myself between her spread thighs. She gasps but I cut off the sound, sealing my lips over hers and sliding my tongue into her mouth, wishing it was my cock in her pussy. But I’ll take what I can get for now because she’s going to be begging for me to fuck her before the night is out.

I rock my hips, finding a little relief for my aching dick as I rub against her. She moans into my mouth, her arms wrapped around my neck and legs snaked around my waist, pulling me closer. I kiss her harder, claiming and exploring the sweet recesses of her mouth. Reminding her how good it feels when she gives me control of her body and lets me do whatever the fuck I want to her. And she kisses me back with the same fervor, her nails clawing at my skin and needy little whimpers rolling through her body as she bucks her hips, chasing the friction of my hard length. My cock is leaking. Her pussy is dripping wet—so much so that her arousal seeps through the fabric of my sweats.

Fuck, I need her naked. Now. My fingers move to the buttons of the shirt, unfastening them quickly before I tug the material over her arms. I break our kiss to speed up the process, and she moans my name in protest. Once I get the offending item of clothing off her, I toss it behind me. “So much better.”

“I don’t think I need to be naked for kissing.”

I plant my forearms on either side of her head, resettling myself between her thighs, and flash her a wicked grin. “Yeah, you do.”

“But not you?”

If I take off these pants, there will be nothing between my cock and her wet pussy. I’d be done for. “No. Not me.” Reclaiming her lips, I don’t give her a chance to argue. And then I keep kissing her, my hands roaming over her beautiful body while I coax an ongoing series of frantic moans and whimpers from her lips. But her desperation only mirrors my own. I’m fucking feral for this woman. And the kicker is that she’s all mine. All I have to do is slide inside her and give us both the relief we so desperately need. And she’s so fucking sweet that she wouldn’t even gloat about winning our stupid-ass bet—at least not much.

But I’m a stubborn asshole. That’s my superpower. It’s time to up the stakes instead. I trail my lips over her jaw, down her neck, and along her collarbone.

“Shane,” she pants.

“Still just kissing, sweetheart.” I trail lower, sucking one of her hard nipples into my mouth and gently biting the hardened bud until her back bows. Paying the same attention to her other nipple, I revel in the horny cries I wring from her body. I move lower, if only to stop the maddening tease of her grinding her pussy against my cock.

I trail my lips and teeth over her stomach, and my tongue dances over her skin, over the marks left behind when she grew our amazing babies. They only make her more beautiful to me. Her fingers tangle in my hair, her back arched as she presses her body into the pleasure my mouth brings her. And as I move closer to her pussy, my heaven on fucking earth, tremors vibrate through her. The scent of her arousal grows stronger, and an animalistic need to fuck her into oblivion rages inside me.

Running my nose over her clit, I inhale her sweet scent and let it flood my senses before I flick my tongue over the swollen bud of flesh.

“That’s not k-kissing,” she gasps.

“Sure it is.” I kiss her wet center to emphasize my point. “See.”

Her back arches. “You’re cheating.”

“I’m simply kissing my wife’s lips.” I chuckle and suck her slick bud into my mouth. The low moan that pours out of her has my cock leaking in my pants. I need to get her off this sofa and into our bed. With that in mind, I push myself up and wipe my mouth, watching her beautiful face as her eyelids flutter and her mouth falls open. “I think it’s time for bed, sweetheart.”

Before she can disagree, I pick her up and carry her to our bedroom. She wraps her arms around me, nuzzling my neck. I throw her onto the bed and immediately follow, nudging her thighs wide to accommodate me. “Have I ever told you how fucking beautiful your pussy is, Jessie?”

“Many times,” she says with a dreamy sigh.

I swipe my finger through her center, collecting her arousal on the tip, then hold it up for her to see. “So fucking wet for me.”

Her cheeks burn bright pink and her tits shudder as she draws in a shaky breath. “I know.”

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