Page 61 of Say Yes to the Nemesis
He meets my eyes for a long second before grabbing my hips and pulling me onto his thighs, his lips trailing down to caress my neck. I throw my head back, releasing a guttural groan I didn’t know was hidden inside me. His hands wrap around my waist, drawing me in tightly, while his big hand slowly explores my back. I unzip my hoodie and fling it off.
I arch my back and thrust my hips, a subconscious gesture driven by growing impatience. My pussy bumps against his hard cock, triggering a shuddering moan. He kisses my clavicle and murmurs, “I want you to make that sound again.”
“Yeah?” I feel a flutter of nervous excitement. Despite my reservations about many things in this world, I trust that if I do anything wrong, Ryan will tell me. I guide his hand to my aching breast. His eyebrows shoot up as he deliberately caresses it, molding my nipple through my shirt.
I rock my hips against him once more and murmur, “That feels good.” When his hand drifts near my breast, I let out an exasperated sound, only to realize he’s teasingly trailing his fingers over the strap of my tank top, tempted to pull it down.
I think if he doesn’t put his mouth on my tits soon, I’ll combust. I pull the tank top over my head, leaving my bare skin exposed to his intense gaze. My nipples, now proudly standing in the cool air, captivate him as if hypnotized.
“This is… something else,” he whispers, as if to himself.
Frustration bubbles inside me. “Aren’t you supposed to be the one who’s done all these things with so many girls?”
He responds softly, “Yeah, but none of them were you.” His eyes darken as he adds, “What if I fuck this up? What if I go too fast?”
I shake my head and offer a nervous smile. “You won’t. Just touch me. Please.”
He leans in and captures my lips with a passionate kiss. His hand returns to my breast, teasing my nipple yet again before his mouth drifts downward, closing over the tip. In that moment, a spark ignites inside me, as if a light bulb has gone off in my brain. I buck against him as the sensation of his tongue, white-hot and deliberate, trails from my breast down toward the molten passion between my legs.
“Please, Ryan.” I squirm.
He pauses, then looks up at me and asks, “What do you need, sweetheart?”
I falter for a moment, my voice a soft whisper. “I… I don’t know. I want more. I want you to touch me here.” I guide his hand along the front of my silk shorts. He asks, “Have you ever been touched here by anyone?”
I shake my head. “No,” I admit, though I add, “I have masturbated, if that’s what you mean.”
“It’s not.” A faint smirk passes his lips as he cautions me, “If I do anything wrong or go too fast, promise you’ll tell me.”
I shrug. “Okay.”
He takes both my wrists in his hands, his gaze intense. “You’re so perfect, Wren.”
I bite my lip, finding his earnestness irresistible. I brush my hand through his hair as he closes his eyes for a moment. Then, with gentle deliberation, he starts pushing my pants down. I help by shifting and kicking away the shorts, revealing that I was wearing nothing underneath except a white cotton thong.
He bites his lip. As I stand before him, he breathes, “Jesus, Chirp. Do you know how hot you are?” His words make me blush and I shake my head in disbelief. Locking eyes with me, he carefully peels my panties down my thighs.
Before I know it, he guides me to straddle his lap once more. Now that I’m completely bare, every sensation near my super-sensitive pussy is amplified. The soft brush of his cotton pants, the cool caress of the air, and the steady, hot throb of anticipation building deep within me.
His fingers, hesitant but sweetly curious, trace a path along my thigh. A shiver runs through me as he gets closer to the source of my desire. His eyes flicker up to mine, seeking permission. I give it with a nod. I watch as he swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. Then, with a shaky breath,he moves his fingers closer to my core, hovering right on the edge.
I let out a soft whimper of anticipation, pushing my hips forward in silent invitation. The moment his fingers graze over my folds, I gasp, a wave of pleasure washing over me.
“Ryan,” I whisper, my voice husky. “Oh god…”
He moves his fingers against me with a newfound boldness. “Does it feel good?” he murmurs, his voice low and raspy.
I nod, too caught up in the sensation to speak. His fingers continue their exploration, tracing lines of pleasure that have me writhing in his lap. His other hand wraps around my waist, keeping me steady as he slowly and deliberately teases me.
A soft moan escapes my lips as he finds a sensitive spot. His eyes darken with desire.
“Again,” I breathe out, pushing my hips against his hand. He obeys instantly, finding that spot again and again until I’m gasping for breath, my body trembling with the intensity of the pleasure. His thumb finds my clit. I nearly jump out of my skin as he starts to rub it in slow circles.
“You’re so wet,” he whispers, his voice filled with awe. “Is this all for me, Chirp?”
His pet name for me sends a thrill down my spine. I nod, unable to speak.
He leans forward, capturing my lips in a deep, passionate kiss as his fingers continue to move against me. The way he touches me, coupled with the intensity of his kiss, has me on the brink of a sensation I’ve never experienced before. My body tenses, my breath hitches, and then everything goes white as an orgasm rips through me. I cry out, clinging to him as wave after wave of pleasure rolls over me.
