Page 52 of Promised Summer
“You’re the beautiful one,” Ryan murmured, eyes fixed on my twitching hole. The emptiness was becoming unbearable now, but Ryan didn’t rush, no matter how much I begged him. He took his time slicking himself up.
Eyes locked with mine, he slowly stroked himself. Soft moonlight drifted in from the window, casting him in a sensual glow that almost had my heart stopping. I didn’t think my heart could take it if I saw him like this in the sunlight.
Even all snotty and teary-eyed, this man hadcaptured me, so how could I not be hopelessly and utterly captivated now when he was finally mine?
“Ryan…please,” I begged again, spreading my legs in open invitation.
His molten gaze filled with desire formewas too much to handle. It was making my entire body ache. I’d waited ten long years—even longer if we counted the years spent pining for him while by his side. I didn’t want to wait any longer.
Ryan finally put me out of my misery and lined himself up. My hole twitched again in a needy kiss to his mushroom head.
“I love you, Jones,” he said, pushing my legs up to gain better access.
“I love you?—”
The rest of my words were cut off in a choking moan as he pushed in. His hips were unyielding as he thrust hard until he reached the deepest part of me.
“Jones,fuck. You’re so tight, so fucking tight. So fucking perfect for me. You were meant for me,” he babbled, eyes glowing slightly with crazed lust.
“Yes, yes. I’m yours. Fuck, Ryan, you need to move,” I gasped. My hands clawed at his back, probably leaving streaks of red on his sensitive skin, but he didn’t seem to care. He bucked his hips instead, slamming into me hard and making sure to slide against my prostate like a fucking pro.
“Oh, fuck, Jones. I can’t—I’m not gonna last…”
I was close, too. Each of his thrusts had lightning shooting down my legs, but I pushed the orgasm back. I wanted—no,needed—to see him come. I needed to watch him come apart to know that he was really here with me, and thatIwas the one making him feel this good.
“Come inside me,” I demanded and slammed my hips up to meet his. He groaned, the sound fucking music to my ears, then stilled and painted my insides with the evidence of his pleasure.
My eyes were locked on him, unwilling to miss a single one of his expressions as he shattered from his orgasm. My cock throbbed, and precum leaked onto my stomach, but I ignored it and feasted on his pleasure instead.
I could barely breathe, seeing him like this with his head tilted back, lips parted ever so slightly in a moan, and the powerful knowledge that I was the one who made him look like this.
Ryan drew in a lungful of air, slowing his breath as he pushed his hips and lodged himself impossibly deeper inside of me.
“I want to stay here forever,” he whispered, lips dropping to press that declaration to mine.
“I’m not gonna complain,” I replied and wrapped my legs around his back to lock him there.
He chuckled, then his gaze moved down to my still hard cock. I hissed when he palmed it. The pleasure restarted my system, reminding me I still hadn’t come.
“How close are you?” he asked right into my ear, then sucked on my earlobe.
“So, so close,” I managed to get out. If he kept playing with my ear like that, I was gonna spill all over his hand. His mouth moved down to my cheekbone and returned to suck on my bottom lip.
“Then how would you like to come inside of me?” he asked.
I was lost in his kiss, and it took a second for me to fully comprehend the words.
“Wait, what?” I asked, wondering if I’d misheard him.
“You”—he punctuated the word with a squeeze of my dick that had me whimpering like a baby to keep from coming—“inside of me.”
I just stared at him for a moment, breath uneven, ass still clenching around his soft dick. The thought of our position reversed…being the first—and only person if I could help it—to come inside of him…it made my chest ache.
“But you said it scared you,” I stammered.
“Sure, but I can’t keep running away when I’m scared. Nothing but regret comes from that,” he said softly, and I knew he was still thinking about the summer he ran away from me.
I stroked his cheek. “As much as I really, really want to, like I told you earlier, you don’t have to force yourself. I’m already satisfied with this.”
