Page 23 of Undone, Love Times Three

“You don’t have to keep asking,” I say with a soft smile, then pull my arms back to remove the blouse. I gasp when he trails his fingers over the cups of my bra. My nipples are so hard they may bust through the fabric.

Ryan slips his hands behind my back to undo the bra but his fingers trail against fabric. He looks up at me, confused. I smile and move my hands to the front opening on the bra. I have bigger than average boobs so need a sturdier bra. It’s still pretty, floral with silk cups.

His eyes widen as the catch opens and the sides of the bra drop revealing myself to him. He groans as he slides his hands around my waist, his thumbs moving over the nipples.

“I’ve never seen a bra like that before,” he says. “I like it.” He massages my boobs and I tilt my head back, moaning at the contact which feels like an electric current running through me. “You have amazing breasts,” he tells me.

“They’re a little big,” I say, that familiar vulnerability rising.

“No,” he leans forward and kisses my throat, trailing his lips and tongue over my collar bone. “They’re perfect,” he adds, looking up at me as his thumbs flick my hardened nipples. “Everything about you is.”

That isn’t true. I carry a little weight and I hate my wider than normal hips but Ryan isn’t deterred and I clutch at his shoulders as his mouth finds my nipple, sucking it into his mouth. His hands push into the back of my pants, squeezing my ass.

On instinct I writhe against him. His hard-on bumps up against my clit and my eyes roll at the contact.

“God, Sylvie,” he groans, helping me roll up and down his shaft.

He feels big, I want to see it. He strokes my hips and back up to my breasts, pushing the bra off as I writhe faster and reach for his belt buckle. His eyes are half-mast as I push my hand inside his jeans, over his boxer briefs and stroke him.

“Fuck,” he grinds out in a low voice.

Any restraint he was showing earlier dissolves the minute I take his shaft in my palm. He moves suddenly, rolling us over so I’m beneath him on the couch. His legs are too long to stretch out on top of me. One of his knees is on the floor, the other between my thighs. He kisses down my body and drags my pants off me.

When he backs up, I squeeze my thighs together and subconsciously put my arm across my breasts to hide them.

Ryan was about to slide off his jeans but he leans down and takes my arm gently, moving it aside. “Don’t hide. You’re gorgeous, Sylvie.”

My heart melts, along with all the insecurities. He strips off his shirt and kicks off his jeans and it rises again. He’s like an Adonis, all sculpted muscle and tanned skin. The gulp is audible and his lip twitches.

“Like what you see?” he smirks.

All I can do is nod. He picks up his jeans and takes out his wallet, giving a sheepish smile. I’m not sure why until he takes a condom from it. I’m not bothered by that, even if it is a little oldschool. At least he’s prepared. I sure as hell wasn’t. We would have had to stop if he didn’t have one.

And that would be a damn shame.

“This isn’t gonna work,” he frowns down at the couch.

My stomach drops but Ryan shakes his head. “I mean I want this to be good for both of us. Can we go to your bedroom?”

I expected him to just dive right in or pick me up and set me on his knee again. I’m coming to learn that as big and brawny and confident as Ryan comes across, he’s a sweetheart who wants to take care of me.

We’re both only in our pants as he helps me up and I lead the way down the hall. He doesn’t take his hands from my body as he moves along behind me, roaming over my ass and hips, brushing my hair aside so he can kiss my neck.

Is my bed made? Did I pick up those clothes that I got out this morning and decided I didn’t want to wear?

Ryan doesn’t care. Once we’re inside, he drags me to the bed without even looking at our surroundings. He pushes me down on the bed and strokes my stomach. If the stretch marks bother him, he doesn’t show it. He doesn’t care, I see that now.

My panties are slid down, then he steps back and looks at me. The raw lust in his eyes gives me the confidence to push my feet back so my knees are up and I open them slightly.

“Yeah,” he grabs his dick and strokes it. Then pushes his boxer briefs down and I get my first glimpse of him in his full naked glory.

There is no time to take it all in before he’s slipping on the condom and crawling over me. Our bodies meet and his lips close over mine. He doesn’t rush, he’s sweet and his tongue moves slowly against mine. I’ve never been kissed so sweetly and hungrily at the same time.

My head explodes when he puts two fingers into his mouth to wet them, then lowers them between my legs. He needn’t have bothered. I’m so wet it’s embarrassing.

“You’re nice and tight,” he whispers against my throat as he works his fingers slowly inside me.

“It’s been a while,” I mumble.

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