Page 24 of Undone, Love Times Three

He lifts his head. “Do me a favor Sylvie,” he asks.

“What?”

“Don’t mention any other men right now. I’ll lose my mind and fuck you too hard to make you forget them. I don’t want to rush this.”

“Oh,” I blink rapidly, then groan and spread my legs wider as he pushes in deeper. My back arches, my head is buried in the pillows as he works his fingers inside of me. He doesn’t stop until my breath catches and I pant.

“Moan for me,” he whispers into my ear and then sucks on my neck.

That’s it. I’m done. I couldn’t stop it if I tried. The climax hits me like a freight train, and I do what he says and then some, crying out as my soul leaves my body and my eyes squeeze so tight I’m not sure they’ll ever open again.

They do, and when I open them, Ryan is smiling down at me. He moves between my legs and looks straight into my eyes.

“May I?”

I love he checks in. “Please,” I whisper.

His hips spread my legs wider as he slots in perfectly and aligns us. Using one hand, he guides the tip inside of me. Gentle hands brush hair from my cheek, and he cups my jaw, lifting my chin so he can kiss me.

And pushes inside.

Ten

Ryan

We lie on our backs, both panting and staring at the ceiling. Fuck that was amazing, I’m completely undone by her. I’ve never wanted a woman so much in my life. It’s killing me I only had one condom because I want to do that again.

It was apparent as soon as I started removing her clothes she was self-conscious about her body. She doesn’t need to be, not at all. She’s fucking gorgeous. Every inch of her.

Knowing it’s been a while for her might have triggered something in me. Not wanting to think of her with another man was how it came out but fuck, it meant that I could show her how good it can be. She wouldn’t be thinking about any other men once I was inside of her.

Sylvie looks breathtaking when she comes and all I want to do is keep that look on her face. She deserves to know that she is beautiful, desired and perfect.

To make her feel better about herself, I kept asking if it was okay, while showing her stopping would kill me. I would have, if she needed me to. Thank fuck she didn’t.

It’s hard to believe I walked away from her that day at the florist. I can’t imagine missing out on this. It must have been fate that I found her at the side of the road. That the tow trucks were all at the accident I’d just been at.

I roll over to face her. She has her eyes closed but there is a cute little smile on her lips. Her chest, neck and cheeks are flushed.

God, I love her tits. I want to bury my face in them. She should never hide them. Not from me at least. She turns her head to look at me.

“Are you alright?” I ask.

After a moment, she shakes herself, as if she was too busy admiring me to speak “I’m really fucking good.”

I can’t help but laugh. She doesn’t swear much, so hearing that is a pleasant surprise. I want her to feel fucking good.

“Me too,” I tell her.

And just because I can, I lean over and kiss her.

We make out on the bed like teenagers and although I’m hard as hell, we don’t have anymore condoms. I asked. She was very apologetic and said she’d get some. Her cheeks flushed a beautiful shade of pink when she said it.

“Oh don’t worry,” I kissed her nose. “We’re definitely doing that again.”

“Good,” she smiled.

“Can I take you out tomorrow, on a proper date?”

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