Page 16 of Natural Temptation

I shiver again and moan as Ryan curls his tongue inside my navel to lap up even more of the honey. His touch is both tender and electrifying.

"Oh, Ryan." I arch into him, my fingers tangling in his hair while he nips at my neck. "I want to taste you too."

Then he pulls back, smirking in the sexiest way. "Be my guest."

He sweeps me up in his arms, carrying me into the bedroom where he deposits me on the plush mattress. The gauze curtains flutter faintly. Then he scurries away, only to drag the room service cart into the bedroom too. He strips his clothes off swiftly.

Damn, that man has an incredible body.

Emboldened by his striptease, I tell him, "Lie down, please. On your back."

He obeys immediately. Wow, no man has ever done that before—not without complaining.

The dim lighting casts a soft glow on our naked bodies as I reach for the maple syrup, my hand trembling slightly with anticipation. As I drizzle the thick liquid over his skin, it pools into a sticky mess on his chest. The sight alone is almost too much to bear, and I can't help but let out a low moan of hunger. I'm struck by how beautiful he is—all lean muscle and sheer determination. I lean in, savoring the sweetness on my tongueand the salt of his skin. I love that we're tasting each other this way, taking turns, reveling in the intimacy.

Ryan follows my every move with hooded eyes, his breaths coming in short gasps as I lean forward to trail my tongue along his collarbone. The taste of syrup mixed with sweat makes my core clench with the need to take him inside me. I can feel myself getting wetter by the second, aching for him to fill me completely.

With a growl, he grabs me by the hair and tugs me closer, crushing his mouth to mine in a bruising kiss that leaves me breathless. His mouth tastes like sin itself—heady and intoxicating—and it makes me crave his cock even more. Our tongues dance while I trace lazy circles around his nipples with my fingertips, feeling them harden beneath my touch. His body responds to every caress, every languid lick of my tongue.

Ryan's breathing grows ragged while I work my way down his body. When I reach his dick, it's already hard and straining. I pause to look up at him through my lashes.

"You don't have to—" he starts, but I silence him with a wicked smile.

"Oh, I want to," I purr, before taking him into my mouth.

The sound Ryan makes—half groan, half growl—sends a thrill through me.

Slowly but surely, I make my way down his chest, leaving a trail of syrup-covered kisses in my wake. I pause at his abs, reveling in their definition and tracing every ridge with my index finger before gliding it down lower still. As I tease him mercilessly, swirling my finger around the base of his cock before finally taking him into my mouth, I experience a sense of erotic power like nothing I've felt before.

My late husband never would've let me do this to him.

Now I lose myself in the taste of Ryan, the feel of him, the sounds he's making. I can feel him throbbing against my tongueas I work him slowly at first, then faster and harder until he's panting from the need to come. His hands roam over my back and ass possessively, caressing every curve before finally settling between my thighs where I'm so wet for him that my cream drizzles down my inner thighs.

As he approaches climax, every muscle in his body freezes. He lies there immobilized by the need to let go, unable to speak or breathe. I tighten my lips around his throbbing length, flicking my tongue teasingly at the sensitive underside. His muscles tense as I apply just the right amount of pressure, my hand moving in rhythm with my mouth. The veins on his shaft pulse against my tongue and my cheeks hollow out, creating a delicious suction that pushes him over the edge.

When he comes, he explodes into my mouth, and his back arches upward. I devour every last drop of his hot release, the flavor of him as intoxicating as any drug. I swallow eagerly, savoring the taste and feel of him inside my mouth, relishing in the power I hold over him in this moment. The feeling of power that rushes through me makes me feel desired in a way I haven't experienced in years.

Ryan's body trembles with aftershocks while I slowly pull my mouth away from his dick, licking my lips and smiling up at him. The heat between them us has become a palpable energy even as we both bask in the afterglow his pleasure. Can't believe how much I loved doing that for him.

After a moment, Ryan pulls me up and onto his lap for a deep, passionate kiss. Our tongues tangle, our need for each other too ravenous to deny. Then he murmurs against my lips, "Your turn, Meredith."

I bite my lip, anticipating what he might do to me, certain it will be incredible. Ryan's hands roam my body, leaving trails of invisible fire in their wake. His lips brush against my ear as he whispers, "Lie back for me, beautiful."

That simple command does me in. I comply immediately, sinking into the plush pillows.

His gaze roams over me hungrily as he reaches for the bowl of melted chocolate. "Now, let's see how sweet you really are."

The warm, silky chocolate drips onto my skin, pooling in the hollow of my throat before trickling down between my breasts. I gasp at the sensation, arching my back as Ryan's tongue follows the decadent trail. He takes his time, savoring every inch of me as if I'm the most exquisite dessert he's ever tasted.

His mouth closes around my nipple, and he sucks gently while his fingers trace lazy circles on my inner thigh. The delicate sensation drives me crazy. I can barely catch my breath, it feels so good. I moan, tangling my fingers in his hair and tugging him closer. The contrast between the cool air and his hot mouth pushes me to arch upward into his touch. The roughness of his palms turns me on even more.

"Ryan," I gasp as he moves lower, his tongue dipping into my navel. "Please..."

"What are you begging for, Meredith? Tell me, and I'll give it to you." He smirks again. "Maybe."

I catch my bottom lip between my teeth, suddenly shy despite our intimate position. But the hunger in his gaze emboldens me. "I want your mouth on me. Everywhere."

A slow, salacious grin spreads across his face. "Your wish is my command."

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