Page 42 of Sophia, Property of Tracker

I accept Ryan’s hand, and he takes me back out to the main room and down another corridor with rooms on either side. He turns to me with a glint in his eye. “This is my room.”

Smiling up at him, he grabs a key from his pocket and unlocks the door. He places his hand inside and switches on a light. I take a few steps inside until I’m in the middle of the room. His large bed sits up against a window, and his duvet is black and navy. He has a dresser to the left with some items thrown on there, and a chair sits in the corner of the room with a jacket on the arm.

“Do you like it?”

I turn to face Ryan and smile. “Yeah, I do. Now I know where you go to sleep at night and think about me.” He lifts his hand and tucks away a stray hair behind my ear. His other hand lays on my shoulder, and then a finger trails down my neckline to the top of my dress, where his fingers trail light strokes on my exposed skin.

“You’re beautiful, do you know that?

Looking up into his green eyes, I see the sincerity when he says the words. “I’m so happy you’re here, baby,”

“Me too.” I give him a small smile, and his hand leaves my skin, and both hands cup the back of my head. He leans in and places a swift kiss on my lips. Then his mouth places soft kisses down my cheek, neck, and he lingers there. His hands move down the length of my back and cup my butt cheeks, squeezing them and forcing me to rub against his hardness. My hands run through his hair, and I undo his bandana and throw it to the floor.

His hands sneak under my dress, and he pulls on the top of my panties, causing my underwear to slide between my folds and between my butt cheeks. His mouth leaves my neck, and he dips his head between my breasts and licks the crease between them. Ryan’s teeth pull on the opening of my dress, and my button opens, giving him further access.

One hand leaves my backside and pulls my lacy bra down, exposing my hard and erect nipples to his hungry mouth. He falls to his knees and licks my left breast, his tongue rotating on my little bud. I gasp at the connection, and when he sucks my whole nipple into his warm mouth, I tilt my head back and squeeze my eyes shut. His other hand is still beneath my dress, and it moves to the front of my folds where my pussy is wet with need. Rubbing my clit through the fine material, I hear a sound of approval leave his lips when he notices how wet I have become.

Ryan continues to rub my clit with his thumb while his middle finger runs along my slit and stops at my entrance. Biting down on my bottom lip, I look down at Ryan, who’s now moved onto my other breast as his free hand squeezes my free breast at the same time.

He stops, then looks up at me. “You’re wet, baby. You’ve got me burning up. It’s been too long since I’ve had you.”

His moist lips shine as he speaks, and I nod, agreeing that it has indeed been too long since I’ve had him in my bed. “Yes, way too long.”

Running his hands up and down the back of my thighs, he looks at me with wonder in them. “Have you been pleasuring yourself?”

“Sorry? I don’t know what you mean?”

“Oh yes, you do,” he says, smirking. “You know exactly what I mean.”

Getting up off his knees, he lifts the hair at the back of my neck and pulls, forcing me to look up at him. He leans in to kiss my lips, and his kiss is hungry and desperate. I match him kiss for kiss. Our tongues get lost in each other, and my hands reach up to cup his face. It’s as if we are starving for one another.

With my breasts exposed, I rub them against his torso, and I hear him groan when they make contact, the friction causing me to go wild for him. He grasps my arms, and he holds me back. “Fuck, Sophia, I want you to get undressed and lie down on my bed.”

The music out in the main room becomes louder, and Ryan smiles at me saying, “Family barbecue is over. It’s time to party.”

“What do you mean?” I ask, pulling back to look up at him.

“It means, baby…” he says, unbuttoning the rest of my dress and opening it up to expose my now uncovered breasts and underwear that’s sliding up in places it shouldn’t be. I decided to wear one of my summer dresses. I love that the weather is getting warmer, which means I can now wear dresses again instead of jeans and boots to keep warm in the winter.

“That the kids have gone home, leaving us adults to party and go wild.” Ryan winks as the side of his mouth lifts in a smile.

“Should we go out there?” I ask, pointing to where the door is shut.

Shaking his head, he walks back to the door and turns the lock. Then he spins around and takes slow steps toward me, “No, you are staying right here with me, where you belong.”

Once he reaches me, he pulls my dress over my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. “I said, get undressed and lay on the bed,” he repeats, and I bite down on my bottom lip loving the way he’s being a little demanding.I like demanding Ryan.

“Yes, sir,” I reply, saluting him before my hands reach behind my back and unclasp my bra.

Ryan steps back with his hand beneath his chin as if he’s studying me. His eyes are light green with specks of yellow—I’ve never seen anyone with eyes like him. That was the first thing I noticed about Ryan when I met him at the café that day. Those eyes of his were mesmerizing, just as they are today. The way he is looking at me makes me feel beautiful and wanted. As if I was sculptured to perfection.

Running my hands down the sides of my torso, I slide them under the hem of my underwear, slowly pulling them down my legs and kick them off. My body hums when I see the desire building in his eyes.

“You look fuckin’ amazing.”

Wanting to tease him a little, I lift my hands under my hair and let it fall down my shoulders loosely. Upon hearing his intake of breath, my eyes dart to his groin, and I can tell how hard he is for me. I love that I have this effect on him. It’s the same effect he has on me.

Turning slowly and provocatively, I tiptoe to the bed, do exactly what he’s asked, and lie on his bed. Ryan steps closer and stops at the edge. I raise my knees with anticipation of what may come. Slowly, he removes his cut and throws it on the nearby chair, followed by his singlet exposing his toned bronze chest. Muscles clench and ripple before my eyes, and I want to reach out and touch every single ridge and valley.

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