Page 16 of The Waiter at Table 6

He lets go just so he can suck the other into his mouth. I don’t realize I’ve started to rock my hips against his until he presses down with his cock and groans.

He lifts off my chest and moves down my body to settle between my legs. My dress is rucked up to my hips, most of me bared to him, but what makes me suck in a breath is the feeling of his strong hands pressing my legs even wider, putting all of me on display.

His eyes drop to my panties, right before he runs a finger down the drenched material. I shudder at the touch. And when one finger curls under the fabric and pulls it to the side, exposing the rest of me to his gaze, I honest to God stop breathing.

“Beautiful,” he says, sounding awed. And if any part of me was still self-conscious, it disappears at the heat in his eyes.

And then he rips the lace from my body and descends on me like a starving animal.

I gasp when his mouth latches onto my clit. He’s not teasing or building the anticipation, he’s just eating.

“Oh my God,” I breathe out, gripping his hair as my thighs automatically tighten around his head. The sensations are too much and not enough, all at the same time.

His groan vibrates against my skin, his hands curling around my thighs to hold me tight against his face. Every swipe of his tongue, every suction of his mouth, has my orgasm from earlier rising to the surface.

“That feels so… oh, that’s going to make me… Ryder, I’m going to?—”

Another groan, this one followed by him sliding two fingers inside me. I can feel how soaked I am with how easily they slip in.

“Yes, yes, yes, oh my God, yes?—”

The release washes over me like a tidal wave. Between touching myself earlier and the hunger with which Ryder is licking me, this isn’t a gentle orgasm. I’m drop-kicked screaming into this one.

It takes me a second to come back to reality. When I blink my eyes open, I’m trembling, grounded only by the weight of Ryder shifting on top of me.

“Beautiful,” he whispers again. Even with his softened voice, I can see the lust darkening his eyes, can feel how hard he is.

Reaching between us, I fumble with the button on his pants. He barely got them zippered after my blow job on the beach, so once I have the button undone, it’s easy to fit my hand inside his pants. We both groan when I cup him.

He takes my mouth in another heated kiss. “Can I fuck you?” he asks against my lips.

“God, yes,” I breathe, pushing impatiently at the waistline of his pants.

He pulls back just long enough that he can reach into his pocket and take out his wallet. He’s looking for a condom, but he bites out a curse when a few cards go flying from how badly his hands are shaking. When he finally finds it and rips it open with his teeth, I’m already tugging him down onto me again.

“Please, please,” I whimper. “Ryder, please. I need you inside me.”

Another curse, but now, the condom is on, and he’s covering my body with his. I feel the tip of his cock slide along my entrance and another needy whimper slips out.

His eyes lock with mine as he takes a breath, suspending both of us in this heightened moment of need. But just as I open my mouth to beg again, he exhales and drives inside me with a single hard thrust.

My mind shatters from the sensation. He’s so big, so hard, and I simultaneously want to push him away and pull him closer.

And then he starts to fuck me. And everything melts into sheer ecstasy.

I babble unintelligible, broken words that make no sense.

“Oh my… I can’t… you’re so holy shit…”

Ryder drops his face into my neck with a heady groan. His thrusts become more powerful, his hands smoothing all over my ribs, my ass, my legs. It’s like he can’t decide where he wants to touch me.

His head lifts so he can breathe against my lips, both of us too desperate for air to actually kiss. “Christ, Vanessa,” he gasps. “You feel incredible.”

My moan disappears into his mouth, my legs wrapping around his waist to try to tug him flush with my hips. “You’re going to make me come so hard,” I tell him on a tortured whisper.

Groaning, he hikes my thigh even higher around his waist, until finally he reaches back and simply slides that leg over his shoulder.

I gasp at the feel of him hitting even deeper, my orgasm coiling tighter inside me. And when his thumb slides between us and rubs circles over my aching clit, it explodes.

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