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He doesn’t answer. He kisses me again, deeper and more deliberate.
I think I may explode from the anticipation.
Chapter 21
Ryan
Shelookssofuckingsexy. Her tits are out, and as she wraps her arms around my neck, pushing them together, I can’t help but bury my face between them before giving her right nipple some attention.
I look at her, her eyes lock onto mine, brown and intense. My mouth finds hers, and she nibbles my bottom lip before her tongue creeps out and meets mine.
We’re ravishing each other like it’s our last meal, and I’m completely under her spell. I’ve never wanted someone as much as I want her right now. It’s comical, but I feel like I’m about to have sex for the first time.
“I love these,” I say, my mouth moving south again, taking her left nipple between my teeth and giving it a tug. She lets out a moan, and her head flies back, exposing the creamy skin of her neck. I can’t help myself; my mouth travels there, and I kiss along the smoothness, taking in the smell of her skin.
My cock is straining against my dress pants, and some awkward manoeuvring allows me to unzip, freeing it. I sigh in relief as her hand finds my shaft, and she grips it.
She rubs the head of my dick against her crotch, and I groan.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” I say.
She’s ready for me; I can feel her soaked through her underwear, and I want to just slip them to the side and plough into her.
“What would you say if I told you I’ve been in this constant state since we first met?” she laughs, and I kiss her.
It’s delicious. I can safely say I’ve felt the same; it’s felt like I’ve had a constant boner.
“Do you have any condoms?” she asks.
“No. Do you?”
“No.”
Fuck. She’s still gripping my cock, and I let out a hiss of disappointment.
“Hey, I’m on the pill if you trust—”
She doesn’t need to say anything more. My mouth crashes back onto hers, and I step back toward the bed, setting her down before removing the rest of my clothes.
“Get those fucking panties off,” I say as I fling my shirt across the room.
She pushes them down, and I grab them, sending them flying too. My head dips, and I’m kissing her tits again, teasing her nipples with my teeth, pushing them together and kneading them. I could spend all day doing this; they are incredible.
I make my way down, but by the time I get to her pussy, I only give her clit a single flick with my tongue before she pulls me back up.
“Fuck’s sake, now, Ryan!” she demands, pulling at my cock.
“Patience,” I say, though I don’t know why because I’m more impatient than ever before.
She’s already pulled me onto the bed and rolled me over on my back. Straddling my thighs, she leaves enough of a gap so she can stoke me, gripping my cock at the base.
She scoots up, rubbing her pussy against my dick on the way, a torturous manoeuvre that leaves me breathless; she stays there a moment, rocking back and forth, a moan escaping her lips, and then she lifts herself up before she sinks down onto me. Slowly, so slowly. She lets out a breath and stops.
Fuck, she feels incredible.
This is a first for me without a condom, and I’ve felt nothing better; I’ve felt nothing like her. She feels like velvet, and the heat is incredible. I grip her hips, and she shakes her head.
“Give me a moment,” she pleads, and she stills. It’s agony, but I wait a moment, and she adjusts, taking me whole now.
