Page 44 of I Met Him At The Library

“Ryan?”

“Yes?”

“Fuck me,” she demanded.

Never in the history of ever had two words affected me so thoroughly that my body responded like it was a damned instinct.

We collided. My lips on hers, my tongue in her mouth, one hand in her hair, the other on her lower back. Her hands traveled up my sides, over my chest, before they gripped the sides of my neck. Her touch ignited flames over my skin, and as I pulled her tight against me, she released a little gasp.

Breaking our kiss, I gripped her soft hand in my own and pulled her with me. Together we quickly climbed the stairs. I thanked the universe I had changed my sheets and cleaned my bedroom this morning before I left for the library. To be honest, I’d been keeping it clean daily in hopes I’d bring her here soon.

Pushing open the door, I pulled her back to me and my lips slanted over hers again. My heart pounded in my chest as she pulled at my t-shirt - her fingers sliding under the hem before her nails scraped up my stomach. She pushed her hands up, not removing them from my skin, but pushing my shirt up with them. Breaking our kiss she pulled my shirt from me, before her eyes raked over me.

For a brief second, I wondered if she was okay with the smattering of hair on my chest, but as her fingers moved through the hair there, her lips pressed to the center before trailing up to my collar bone. Sparks ignited under my skin in each place her fingers or lips touched.

Her hands gripped the back of my neck, and she pulled me back to her lips. My fingers wrapped into the hem of her shirt and, as I pulled it up, it revealed her voluptuous figure. We parted, for a second, as I pulled the shirt over her head, but before her hair could even settle back on her shoulders our lips slammed back together.

Every part of my being vibrated with need for the woman in front of me. I wasn’t looking hard for someone but what I did imagine for my future, Emily fulfilled. She was perfect for me in every single way mentally, and the closer we got to this next part - she felt perfect for me physically too.

My hands trailed down her body, grazing her skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake. When they reached the top of the jeans hugging her body, I wasted no time in unbuttoning them. I needed her naked, needed to taste her, and desperately needed to sink into her.

I pushed her jeans over her hips, my lips dropped to her jaw and she tilted her head to the side. With access to her neck, my lips pressed on her pulse point trailing to her collar bone, then the top of her ample breasts, and as I knelt to the floor I kissed over her stomach. Pulling her pants down, her nails scraped against my scalp as her fingers threaded through my hair.

As her nail dragged across the base of my skull, chills ran up my spine as I finished removing her pants from her legs. After she stepped from them, I ran my fingertips up the backs of her legs as I kissed both of her hips. Rising to my feet, I kissed my way back up her body before I turned us and backed up, pulling her with me as I devoured her lips. The backs of my knees hit the bed and I sat.

Looking up at her, she smiled softly down at me.

“Are you sure?” I checked again.

“Absolutely.” She said enthusiastically, before she bent forward and kissed me again.

Her hands went to the front clasp of her navy bra as my hands slid into the sides of the matching bikini cut underwear. I slid the soft fabric from her hips as her bra opened and she shrugged it from her shoulders. Once her underwear dropped past her knees, I gripped her hips and let my eyes roam over her delicious skin. Unable to resist, my mouth surrounded her dusty pink nipples and my tongue flicked over their hardened peak.

With a sharp intake of breath, her hand went to the back of my head and held me there. When my teeth gently bit into her she released a soft moan, and my cock grew impossibly hard in my jeans, but he could wait. There were more important things to be had.

“I need to taste you, now.”

Tugging at her hips, I moved back on the bed and she followed. However, when she moved to lay next to me, I wouldn’t let her.

Laying back, I said, “Bring that beautiful pussy here.”

“What?”

“Put your hands on the headboard and straddle my face.”

She gasped, and I grinned at her. The soft light from the hallway highlighted her widened eyes.

“I can’t sit on your face, Ryan.”

“It wasn’t a question. It was a demand. Yes, you fucking can.”

“But--” she started.

I interrupted, leaving no room for argument and adding a slight growl to my demand, “Get your sweet cunt on my face.”

As she crawled up my body, I moved my arm under her thighs. I could tell she’d try to hover and that wouldn’t do. I wanted to devour her so I positioned myself to make sure I’d accomplish exactly that.

Her hands gripped the headboard, and as I anticipated, she hovered over my face. Giving her one last wicked grin, I tugged her down and swiped my tongue through her. One taste had me addicted. One swish of my tongue had her moaning out - silencing any objection to the way I pulled her down to me.

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