Page 73 of Wilder Puck
He kisses me deep and slow and so thoroughly I see stars, his large body covering mine. I wrap myself around him, welcoming his weight. Needing him closer, always closer.
We undress each other with soft moans.
When we're finally bare, Ryan sits back on his heels and just...observes me. His gaze rakes over my body, setting my nerve endings on fire.
“Ryan,” I whimper when the anticipation gets to be too much.
“You’re my girl, Ads. It’s official.” He settles over me again, the hot, hard length of him cradled against me. “I’ve always wanted this. Always wanted you. I love your eyes,” he says, his thumb brushing my cheekbone. “Your tiny freckle on your cheek.” He kisses it.
My breath hitches, everything in me attuned to his words, his touch.
“And your smile. Christ. Lights up my whole fucking world. Even when you're giving me shit, I can't get enough of it.”
“Make love to me,” I breathe.
He reaches between us to line himself up.
And then he's pushing inside in one long, perfect stroke, our moans filling the room. He stretches and fills me so perfectly like my body was made just for his.
“Addison.”
My name is a gravelly plea as he starts to move, deep rolling thrusts that send pleasure skittering throughout my body.
I hitch my legs high around his waist, tilting my hips to take him deeper. “Yes,” I moan. That feels so good, Ry.”
He sets a steady, purposeful rhythm, the drag of him lighting me up from the inside out.
“You feel so fucking good.”
I love his vanilla sex, but I have his voice in my head that reminds me that he’s bored of vanilla. I ask him to lean back, so I can put my legs on one side. When I do, he dives deeper inside me, and we both grip each other as moans escape our throats.
“Fuck, Addie.” A low growl rumbles out of him, and his thrusts speed up, going harder, deeper. “You’re mine.” He grips my ass, using it as a handlebar. “This. You. Are all. Mine.”
The words dripping from his lips makes this feel so fucking good.
“All yours,” I whimper. “I love you, Ryan.”
He slows down to kiss me. “I love you.”
His hand slips between my legs, fingers pressing in the perfect spot, and I cry out as ecstasy crashes through me. I'm distantly aware of Ryan folding his big body over mine as he comes all over my ass and thigh.
We cling to each other in the aftermath, gasping out of breath. I've never felt so connected to another human being, so completely aligned mind, body, and soul. Like two halves of a whole finally coming together.
When Ryan tries to walk away, I make a small noise of protest, not ready to let him go. He chuckles and presses a smiling kiss to my neck.
“I'll be right back,” he promises.
He returns with a washcloth to clean us up. When he rejoins me on the bed, he doesn't hesitate to draw me into his arms, tucking me securely against his chest.
I burrow into him, my cheek pressed over his galloping heart. We're quiet as our breathing slows, fingers stroking absently over sweat-damp skin.
“Do you remember that one time you fell in the snow, and I carried you all the way home?” Ryan asks.
A smile tugs at my lips. How could I forget?
“Of course I remember,” I say softly. “It's the moment I knew I loved you.”
Ryan's arms tighten around me. “Yeah? That was it for me too.”
