Page 62 of Surprised By Her

“Stay still,” she said again.

“I’m trying,” I said. “You’re making it really hard.”

She chuckled. “That’s the point.”

“Ryan, please.”

She kissed the hood of my clit. “You can do it.”

I made a frustrated sound but did my best to hold my body completely still. How I was supposed to do that with her going down on me was a fucking mystery, but I was hoping she’d give me some leeway.

Ryan fluttered her fingers at my entrance as she fluttered her tongue on my clit with the lightest touch and it was devastating, every time. How such a subtle thing could affect me so much, I didn’t know, but she was an expert at it.

“You’re so sweet, so good,” she said to me and then slid two fingers inside. I was so wet that her hand made an indecent sound.

“Yes,” I said, but right then I would have said yes to literally anything she asked me as long as she didn’t stop again.

“You know,” she said, working her fingers in and out of me, “I might have had more success with you being still if I’d brought out my rope, but I wanted you too badly to pull it out of the trunk and get you set up. Next time.”

I whimpered at the idea of being tied to Ryan’s bed. I’d never really done anything like that before and it was more exciting than I would have thought. Completely at Ryan’s mercy as she pleasured me. I wanted that to happen.

“I love your sex trunk,” I said, and she buried a laugh between my legs. I couldn’t help but arch up against her. Ryan pulled away.

“Ryan! You’re being an asshole! It’s impossible to stay still when you’re going down on me, so just make me come, please. It hurts.”

The ache between my legs was all I could fucking think about and I needed release or else I was going to die. Probably.

Ryan sighed and then slid three fingers inside me in one smooth thrust.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned and then she attacked my clit. There was no other word for it. Her mouth was focused and intent on my pleasure as her fingers did their work on me inside. The combination had me shattering and screaming within seconds, so rocked by the intensity of the climax that threatened to permanently alter my body, or at least scramble my brain a little bit.

When I finally came down, I realized I was staring up at Ryan’s ceiling. My arms had collapsed at some point and I’d fallen back.

“Holy fucking shit,” I said, putting my hand on my heart. It was pounding so hard, she could probably see it.

The bed dipped as Ryan joined me, a grin on her face. She was still completely clothed, and the only way you could tell anything had happened was her messy face and her hair.

I patted her shoulder.

“Thank you,” I said.

“You’re welcome, cupcake,” she said, taking my hand and kissing it. “I just couldn’t help myself when you took off that dress.”

“Give me like, two minutes and I am going to get that very nice suit off you and then it’s payback time.”

“Oh, is it?” she said.

“I’m so getting you back. Just you wait.” I screwed up my face with determination.

Ryan laughed and kissed me. “You’re adorable.”

I grumbled until she started touching me again.

“Sex and a helicopter ride all in one day,” I said, yawning as we lay in bed together. “It feels like years ago when I got up this morning and went to work.”

And I would have to do it again way too soon, but I was trying not to think about that part. Sleep was for people who didn’t get to have sex with six-foot-three goddesses.

“Do you get vacation days?” Ryan asked. The only light in the room came from the fireplace flickering over our skin.

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