Page 43 of Ryder

“But you say the right things and make me so aroused. You’re not even touching me, really, yet my panties are wet.”

“I’m glad, baby. I’d be worried if I were the only one aroused when I’m with you.” He rubs his nose against mine. “Did you obey my instructions last night, or did you let your greedy fingers stroke your pussy after I told you not to?”

My face heats at his naughty words. I’m sure it’s intentional. He knows I blush when he talks to me like that. “I didn’t touch myself,” I whisper. “And you’re avoiding my question.”

“What question is that?” he asks innocently.

“Tell me what you want to do to me. Tell me so I won’t be surprised.”

“Mmm. I’d prefer to surprise you as often as possible, but how about if I tell you what I’d like to do to you right now?”

I bite my lip and nod. Dangerous territory. I asked for it.

He kisses me languidly and then leans back a few inches. “I’d like to pull that T-shirt off your body because it’s hiding everything. I’d rather you wear tank tops when we’re alone so I can see the outline of your breasts and the hard points of your nipples. I’d rather you sleep naked.”

I can’t breathe. He’s making the temperature in the room rise.

“After I remove that shirt, I’d like to hold your hands above your head and lean over to worship your breasts. I’d like to suck those pretty nipples into my mouth one at a time, back and forth, and flick the needy points with my tongue until you’re writhing.”

I’m panting softly, and my nipples are so hard they ache.

He doesn’t stop. “Are you wearing panties, baby?”

I nod.

“What color are they?”

“White,” I whisper.

He groans. “So pure and innocent and all mine. After I finish with your nipples, I want to climb between your legs, hold them open, and nuzzle your pussy over the wet cotton. I want to make you come without taking off your panties.”

I suck back a breath. “You could do that?” My voice is low and oddly hoarse.

“Mmm. Definitely.”

I believe him. Partly because he’s so confident, but also because I’m so aroused by the thought, I’m on the edge already. “I want that, Ryder.”

“You want me to make you come, baby?”

“Please…” I press my palm against his chest as concern crawls into my brain. “Wait, that’s not fair, is it?”

“Fair?”

I lick my lips. “I mean, I should do the same to you.”

He shakes his head. “We won’t be keeping score, baby. I’ll win every time. Making you come will be my pleasure as many times as I get the opportunity every day. I will never expect reciprocation. For now, I want you to focus on how good it feels when I touch you. It will help you know how strongly I feel about you. Nothing will ever please me more than watching you come.”

I stare at him. He’s being totally serious.

He brings my fingers to his lips again, kisses the tips, and then sucks the middle one into his mouth. He holds my gaze the entire time, sucking deeper and swirling his tongue around my finger.

It’s so erotic that my heart is beating out of my chest.

When he releases my finger with a pop, he asks, “Do you want that, baby?”

“Yes,” I breathe out without hesitating. I want that. I want it more than I want my next breath. I want to know what it will feel like to come with his mouth on me. The thought of him putting his mouth against my pussy seems so naughty. I don’t want to sound absurdly naïve, so I don’t mention it, but I assumed that sort of thing mostly happened in books.

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