Page 9 of Love's Patient Journey
“Ryan,” she cried out his name, so needy.
“Not here, honey. Let me take you back to your house,” he asked breathlessly, silently pleading for her to agree. She didn’t even have to think about it.
“Yes,” she whispered. With her agreement, he set her over in her seat, helping her with her seatbelt. He couldn’t seem to get out of the parking lot fast enough.
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Ryan couldn’t believe that Jenna had agreed to give him control. He knew, good and well, that she’d fight him at every turn, but he liked a challenge. They pulled up to her cute little house, and he couldn’t wait to get her inside. He wanted to take his time with her, but he had been waiting for this for so long. Since he left her and Zac, he hadn’t wanted any other woman. He couldn’t bring himself to even date while he was away. He threw himself into his work and knew that if given the chance, he was going to get out of the Navy for Jenna. Watching Zac being born was it for him. Once he held him, he knew that he wanted Jenna and Zac to be his—forever. But the timing sucked. Jenna was still married to Jake, and Uncle Sam had called Ryan back to duty. He knew that walking away from them would be taking the biggest risk of his life. God, if she had found someone else, he would have lost everything. He just hoped that he hadn’t waited too long. He hoped that Jenna would still want him after she saw, firsthand, what he wanted.
“Honey, now would be a good time to tell me to leave.” He couldn’t even look at her. He wanted her to turn him away, to tell him that she didn’t want him. He was so afraid that he would do something to hurt her. He couldn’t live with himself if he did.
“Ryan, take me inside and show me what you want. You won’t do anything to hurt me. I trust you.” Jenna reached over and took his hand in hers. He looked over to her, and she was smiling at him so sweetly. God, she trusted him.
“It’s been a while for me, too, Jenna. I heard you tell Karlie that you haven’t been with anyone since you got pregnant with Zac. I—well, I haven’t been with anyone since Zac was born.”
His admission made her gasp. “Why?” He shrugged, not knowing how to tell her that she was all he could think about. The truth was, no other woman was Jenna. No other womancould tie him up in knots the way Jenna did. He didn’t want to scare her any more than he already did tonight. She was looking at him, studying him closely. He decided to just lay it all out for her.
“I couldn’t be with anyone else when all I wanted was to be with you. You and Zac were all that I could think about these past two years. No one else interested me.” He was staring straight ahead again, afraid to look at her.
“Why did you stay away from us then, Ryan? Why didn’t you contact me or come see us when you were in town?” She pulled on his hand, trying to get his attention, but he still couldn’t look at her.
“I was ashamed of what I wanted from you. Controlling other women during sex seemed right to me because they meant nothing to me, really. But you, I think that you might mean something to me and asking you to let me tie you up—well, that just seemed wrong. For Christ’s sake, Jenna, you’re someone’s mother.”
Jenna slid closer to Ryan in the truck. “Ryan, look at me.” He just couldn’t bring himself to look her in the eyes. He didn’t want to see her disgust, her disappointment. “Ryan, please—" Jenna was crying now, and it just about gutted him. He pulled her into his arms and looked at her. Instead of seeing anything he was expecting, he saw only compassion and love. No, that wasn’t possible.
“Honey, I’m sorry. Maybe I should just go.” He started to pull away from her, and he could feel her anger.
“Ryan, shut the fuck up and listen to me for two minutes.” Jenna was mad and sexy as hell. Yeah, she had his full attention. “I maybe Zac’s mother, but I’m also a woman. As a woman, I like the idea of you taking control of my body in the bedroom. I think it’s hot that you want to tie me up. The thought of you doing that to me turns me on. I’d like to try what you want to do. If I don’t like it, then we’ll figure things out. But let me at least try, please.”
She was pleading with him to have sex with her. He couldn’t take it anymore. They had talked enough. “Stay put,” he ordered. He ran around the truck and opened her door for her. She hopped out, and he scooped her up, carrying her to her front door.
“Ryan, my neighbors—” he stopped her objections with a deep, rough kiss. He set her down long enough for her to unlock her door. He lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around him, pushing the door shut with her foot.
“Baby—bedroom?” He couldn’t even make a complete sentence. He could only think about her sexy legs wrapped around him, hiking up her miniskirt. He wanted to take her in the entryway, but that would be too fast. He needed her to be spread out on her bed because Ryan wanted to take his time and study every inch of her body.
“To the right,” she gasped in between kisses. He wedged her up against the wall on his way down the hall to her bedroom. She needed fewer clothes on her body and more of him. He pulled her shirt up over her head and hissed when he saw her breasts; she wasn’t wearing a bra.
“Fuck, baby—that’s so hot.” He kissed a path from her mouth down her neck to her nipple. God, she was more than a handful. He sucked and teased her nipple and moved to the other, giving it the same attention. Janna’s back arched against the wall, and she ground her pussy against his jeans. He was so hard that he almost came in his pants.
Ryan wrapped his arms around her and continued down her hallway to her bedroom, fumbling through her messy room. Jenna had left clothes all over the floor, and he tripped over one of Zac’s toy trucks. He fell, with her on top of him, onto her bed. They were both laughing and kissing, tangled up in each other. He rolled her underneath him and pinned both hands over her head, holding her wrists. Ryan leaned up to look down her body. She was gorgeous, squirming against his body, trying to get more from him.
“Honey, I’m gonna take good care of you. Do you trust me?” He looked into her half-lidded eyes, seeing her need. He suddenly had the desire to be everything that she wanted and more.
“Ryan,” she moaned, “yes, I trust you, please,” she begged.
Ryan found himself chuckling, “Baby, I need you so bad, but I want to take my time with you. Will you do what I ask?” he rasped. Jenna nodded, and he felt his stomach flip-flop.
“I want you to lie, just like this, with your hands over your head. Don’t move!” Jenna shyly nodded again. He wondered if she had any idea how sexy she was, lying there with only a miniskirt on, wanting him. He stood above Jenna, looking down at her. Ryan couldn’t decide what to do with her first. His dick twitched, seeming to have an idea of what should come first. He growled in frustration, wanting everything from her. Ryan pulled her to the edge of the bed and helped her shimmy out of her sexy skirt. Dear God, she wasn’t wearing any panties either. She was going to kill him with her lack of undergarments. Jenna was completely naked, spread open for him, ready. Her slick folds called to him, and he hit his knees, pulling her up to his mouth.
Ryan rubbed his nose in her pussy, “God, baby, you smell so fucking good.” Jenna moaned and squirmed. “Hold still, Jenna,and let me eat you.” Jenna stilled, trying to do what he asked. Her need to please him made him even crazier. He licked her from her opening to her clit. He could tell that she was trying not to squirm, and it made him laugh against her drenched pussy. Jenna moaned his name, telling him that she was so close. He needed to hear her scream for him. He slid two fingers into her swollen opening and continued to lick her clit, lapping at her like he couldn’t get enough. He could feel her release, all over his hand and mouth.
“Ryan, yes!” she screamed his name, over and over, and something inside of him snapped.
He stood and carefully unzipped his jeans around his straining cock and shoved them down his thighs. Ryan slammed into her wet folds and stilled when Jenna groaned.
“Honey, are you all right? Did I hurt you?” Jenna sat up and wrapped her arms around his neck. He lifted her off the bed and slid his hands under her ass, holding her to him.
“I’m good, Ryan, don’t stop.” That was all he needed. He started thrusting into her, pressing her into the mattress, trying to gain more leverage. He needed to be deeper in her; it was all he could think about. He raised her arms over her head and pinned her by the wrists. She moaned into his mouth as he licked his way into hers and thrust into her body so hard that he knew she’d wear his marks. The room was filled with the sounds of his flesh smacking hers, and he lost control, coming deep inside of her. He collapsed with her on top of him, exhausted.
