Page 60 of Rescuing Ryder

Ryder’s mouth covered her nub and sucked hard, making her body stiffen as she cried out. She babbled incoherently as he gently slowed the strokes and lapped up all her juices.

Ryder felt almost high as he watched her body shake beneath him. He wanted to bury his face inside her and spend hours feasting on her. His shaft grew harder, listening to her cries. Claire didn’t hold back and met him thrust for thrust. Ryder liked control in the bedroom and most women he met allowed him to take over. Not Claire; she met him head-on and gave as good as she got.

Her eyes appeared glassy as Claire stared at him. Her hand fluttered to rest on top of her belly as she came back down toearth. The room filled with the scent of their lovemaking, and his dick demanded attention.

“I want your warm mouth around my cock again,” Ryder commanded her huskily as he moved closer to her head.

She turned to the side and propped herself forward on her elbow. Ryder’s hand twisted in her hair, controlling how far she swallowed and how fast, remaining cognizant of her dizziness.

Her mouth covered him and Claire pulled on his ball sac, as she moaned against his shaft. It pulsed, wanting release, but Ryder refused to let go. He wanted to feel this way forever. Closing his eyes briefly, he listened to the sounds of her slurping and sucking him and growled away the temptation of burying himself full hilt into Claire’s throat and releasing himself.

Her breathy sounds undid Ryder as she writhed against the sheets with her lips wrapped around him. He glanced down, unable to imagine a more beautiful sight than to see her big green eyes staring back at him as she accepted him.

Ryder lightly tugged Claire’s hair, withdrawing from her warm lips. She whimpered in need.

“Do you have condoms?” he asked her, as Ryder bent to capture her mouth.

Claire froze. “Condoms?”

“Yeah,” Ryder whispered as he pulled back to view her face.

Her eyes widened and Claire shook her head in sheer panic. “I don’t have any,” her voice came out shrill as if she’d die by this sudden revelation.

“I have one in my wallet,” Ryder soothed as he moved from the bed in search of his pants. Pulling the billfold out, he hastily checked the expiration date and nodded at her questioning gaze. Ripping the wrapper with his teeth, he pulled out the covering, dropping the wrapper on the bedside table. Claire grabbed it from him, rolling it down his shaft.

She leaned against the pillows, opening her legs, inviting him.

Ryder shook his head. His hand glided over her silky limbs as he closed them and moved behind her. Pulling her back against his chest, he used his arm to anchor her leg high and adjusted himself at her entrance.

“If you get dizzy, I don’t want you passing out from the orgasm,” Ryder informed her breathlessly as he pushed his cock upward.

Claire let out a long moan as he buried himself deep, feeling her walls clench around him. He draped her leg over his. Gripping her hips, he withdrew and invaded her again and again.

She writhed against him, pushing her hips into him. Claire panted heavily, matching the sounds of his grunts. She tightened around him and Ryder ground deeper inside as she wailed and rode the orgasm. He continued to pump into her, letting Claire ride the last waves before he slid out. She turned in surprise.

“I want you to ride me. Don’t lean forward. Sit straight up,” Ryder ordered as he positioned her on top. “Don’t glance down, ride me, feel me and take what you need.”

Claire nodded, still dazed from her orgasm. He guided her hips over his stiff cock and down. She sat still, fully seated on his shaft. Her mouth parted in an ‘O’ as she took in the entire length and size of him. Ryder’s hands moved up to her plump, round breasts as his thumbs grazed her taut nipples before he began to pinch and tug on them.

A slight red flush covered Claire’s chest as she gasped her pleasure. Her head started to peer down at Ryder when he ground himself deep and stopped moving. Her breath caught. On the brink of another orgasm, she howled in despair.

“Don’t look down,” he gritted out. Ryder’s control began to slip as he moved beneath her. Claire matched his rhythm andclosed her eyes. His hands pulled and tugged on her pebbled nipples as she undulated her hips, grinding herself into him. Ryder grunted. She became his undoing. Her hands flew up to hold his wrists and the tension grew tighter between them. Her pussy swelled around him, wrapping him in her heat.

“That’s it, Claire, let go,” he encouraged her fervently.

Her eyes flew open, her lips parted, and Claire cried her high-pitched release. Her muscles clamped around him, and Ryder raised his hips, slamming into her harder before exploding inside her.

His nostrils flared at the scent of sex. Ryder noticed her reddened cheeks against her pale skin, the sheen of sweat between her breasts, and the soft smile on her lips.

His heart skipped a beat, as he felt an unknown emotion grow inside his chest. Ryder easily pictured a life with the woman who challenged him at every turn. Claire forced him to feel whether he desired to or not.

Lifting her up and to the side, Ryder rolled off the bed to dispose of the condom. She turned to her side to watch him warily. He wondered if Claire knew how much she affected him.

Walking back to bed, Ryder pulled her to his chest, her head resting on his shoulder.

“Do you feel all right?” he murmured as he listened to her slowing heartbeat, wondering if he pushed her too hard after all she went through.

“You know, for a guy who has continued therapy and a corpsman, you sure are slow on the uptake. Do you not feel me right now? I’m a limp noodle. I don’t want to move for at least a day,” Claire teased him lightly.

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