Page 50 of Embracing Trust

The bra drops to the tile. I’m fully exposed to him. Not only the physical part of me but my heart. I’m opening myself up to him.

“You’re even more beautiful than I remember.”

My heart explodes in my chest and melts into a lump I can barely swallow. His tender words seep into my skin like aloe on a burn. This moment feels like we’ve been apart for a lifetime.

He envelopes me in his large hands and my body reacts as his electric touch travels straight to my core. Barely breaking our kiss, I lead Ryan through the kitchen and down the hallway.

The sheer curtains in my bedroom swirl as the wind funnels through the open screen of the French door. The rain continues to pound relentlessly on the beach just outside my window and is identical to what’s happening within me—the persistent pound of my heart, the swirl of my emotions, and the thunder of my desire.

No words are spoken between us, and the only sound is our breathing and the storm just outside. Ryan tugs me toward him by the waistband of my jean shorts and plants kisses on my neck and shoulder. His callused fingers graze my stomach as his strong hand unfastens the snap of my shorts. He works the zipper down and my shorts drop to the floor. Grabbing me by my butt, he pulls me into his hardness. Open-mouthed kisses on his neck fill me with his aroma and the taste of his salty skin leaves me aching for more. I reach between us and unfasten and unzip his shorts, they slide down and he kicks them aside. I appreciate the bulge in his boxer briefs.

This is what you do to him.

We fall to my bed and Ryan slides his hand through my wet center with an appreciative moan.

“Take these off.” His voice is needy as he pulls at my white lacy panties. He assists me as I slide them down my legs and toss them onto the floor. The only thing separating our naked bodies is Ryan’s boxer briefs.

My body responds to his every touch—to his every word. His touch is firm but gentle and I’m lost in his attention to my needs. I tug at the boxer briefs, and he makes quick work of discarding them.

My hand moves to his hard length, and he groans. “You feel so good,” he whispers into my hair.

It’s been so long that it only takes a few strokes of Ryan’s talented fingers before I’m ready to fall apart. “Don’t stop…don’t stop…right there.”

Ryan chuckles. “Not stopping.”

My chest tightens, my heart pounds and I can feel the pressure. One last stroke and I’m falling apart in Ryan’s arms. His mouth covers mine, which holds in my cries. He continues the pressure on my mouth and my core until I am completely sated—almost unable to move.

It’s been too long. And I’ve never felt this way with anyone other than this man.

He moves off the bed and I groan in disappointment. He lifts his shorts from the floor and digs through the pocket. He retrieves a strip of condom packets and tosses them onto my bedside table.

I giggle. “Confident much?”

Ryan winks and then shrugs. “You never know.”

The thought of us going through the strip of condoms in one evening sets my skin ablaze.

I lay on my back and hold out my arms to him. He uses his teeth and tears open the package. Removing it, he sheaths himself and situates his large body over me.

He slides into me in one solid stroke. This is what I’ve been waiting for. This is the man I never stopped loving—even when he hurt me. This. This is an act of trust. An act of putting my confidence in this man who is turning my life upside down.

I meet Ryan stroke for stroke, and he hits the right spot. My nails dig into his shoulders. My release builds slowly in my toes and continues to build then breaks through into mind-blowing pleasure.

Ryan embraces me more firmly and he picks up his pace until he finds his own release. He lets out a sexy guttural groan as I feel him pulsating as he squeezes me, holding me close.

He rolls off me. “Be right back.” He grins. “Don’t go anywhere.”

He goes to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. When he returns to the bed, he pulls me into his arms.

“That was…” he says as he pulls me closer into his firm embrace.

I can barely catch my breath. “Oh my gosh.”

“Good?”

“Like….” I don’t want to admit it’s the best I’ve ever had. “So good,” I finally manage to say.

“Remember how we were talking about that day in the cove? Your grandparents were out for the day, and we swam.” Ryan draws small circles on my back with his hand.

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