Page 59 of Rescuing Ryder

Her eyes widened as she took him in. Her hand wandered to his abs, pulling him closer. “I didn’t get a chance to see your underwear,” she said breathlessly.

“Next time, Claire Bear.” He pushed her back and undid her pants. She raised her hips, allowing him to pull them down. Ryder smiled as he viewed the matching panty set. “Damn, you’re beautiful,” he complimented her.

“You’re beautiful, too,” she murmured.

“How’s your head?” he asked. Ryder raised her legs on the bed and went to lay beside her.

Claire turned toward him, rolling her eyes. “My head’s fine.”

He rolled her on top of him. “Your ribs still feel sore. We’ll go at your speed this time. Don’t get used to it.”

Claire smiled as she viewed her playground. She leaned down to lick his nipple when her head swam and she missed her mark. She flushed with embarrassment.

“I forgot about the whole eye thing,” Ryder rolled her to his side.

She held her hand to her head until the world tilted correctly. When the feeling stopped, she saw him staring at her. His thumb traced her lips, before roaming over her shoulder and behind her back. He undid the clasp and straightened to remove her bra. Ryder’s hand traced her collarbone and down the center of her body. He slipped her panties off and took his time memorizing her body.

“We’ll have to think creatively. I don’t want my weight on your ribs.” He explained as he kissed her stomach. Claire’s hands swept through his hair.

“Will you tell me if it hurts?” he asked gently.

“Yes. It hurts right here.” Claire pointed to her lips. He nipped the bottom and kissed her.

“It aches here,” she murmured. Ryder licked it before placing her nipple in his mouth, rolling it over his tongue, and sucking it.

“Hmmm,” she moaned.

Claire’s hand roamed over his abs and down his back. When he lowered himself to kiss down her ribs and hipbone, she tugged at his hair.

“What about here?” Ryder’s hot breath hovered over her mound as he awaited her reply. She raised up on her elbows.

“Yessss,” she hissed as his mouth lowered. Claire spread her legs and watched as his hot tongue slid inside her center and dragged upward as if he licked an ice cream cone. Watching her reaction, Ryder held her gaze. He lowered himself farther and sucked her clit into his mouth.

Claire’s sharp intake of breath made him delve deeper as he feasted on her. Craving more, she raised her hips to meet the heat of his mouth.

“I want to touch you,” Claire whispered. He crawled up her body, careful not to add his weight to her ribs. Ryder’s mouth captured hers before he moved to her side and knelt by her shoulders, giving her a view.

She traced his stiff cock and swiped the drop of pre-cum from the tip with her fingers and popped it in her mouth, closing her eyes at the taste of him. Claire wanted more. Her hand closed around the base of Ryder’s cock, stroking it upward and giving a squeeze watching more of the liquid seep from the top. Leaning in, her tongue slid from the bottom to the top, and her mouth closed over the head.

Ryder groaned, and she glanced up to see the molten desire in his eyes as he watched her. Claire stroked him as she grew bolder, taking more of him. His hand gripped her hair, tugging as she bobbed to the rhythm she set.

“Claire,” he whispered her name reverently as his hand twisted the blonde strands tighter. Her other hand lowered, and Claire grabbed his balls and squeezed. “Careful, Claire Bear,” he growled as she began to suck and massage his hard shaft with her tongue, swiping over the top.

Her mouth watered at his taste as Claire drew him farther into her mouth, touching the back of her throat. Ryder’s hips plunged forward, giving her more of his length. Controlling the rhythm with his thrusts and tightening his grip on her, he smiled as she fought to take control.

Ryder hissed and withdrew from her mouth. His chest moved rapidly up and down and Claire smiled at her effect on him.

“Two can play that game,” Ryder teased, pushing her against the pillows and lowering himself. Pushing her thighs apart, his thumbs separated her folds. Her hands clenched the sheets as Ryder’s tongue plunged into her core. Claire shook her head, keening at the feel of him inside her, his hot breath fanning the flame and spreading it throughout her body.

His finger glided inside, curling upward, making her back arch in response. Ryder chuckled mischievously, adding a second finger and thrusting harder, deeper. Humming over her clit, he smiled as she began to beg.

“Don’t stop. Ohhh, please, Claire chanted as she pushed herself against him.

“You’re soaked, Claire Bear,” he gritted out, “I want you to come for me.”

“I want you inside me,” Claire panted as she reached for his hair, intending to pull him over her.

“No.” His thumb covered her clit, moving in tiny circles. “You taste sweet. I can do this all night.”

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