Page 45 of The Restoration Program
“N-no!” she stammered, blushing at the desperate squeak to her voice. A shy smile followed. She took fistfuls of his work shirt and pulled. “You… you felt good.”
“Really?” His eyes were aglow with equal parts relief and anticipation.
Nicole nodded fervently, furthering his surprise when she grabbed hold of the top button on his shirt. He had evidently already yanked off his tie in the car. As she undid the button, Ryan’s chuckle rumbled right through her fingers. She squealed as weightlessness seized her once more, making her fall forward against his chest. Straightening, she found that he was laying on the floor. She rose and fell effortlessly with each of his breaths. He reached for the next button on his shirt.
“No, don’t,” she said, batting his fingers away. “Let me.”
A soft smile played at his lips—equally breathless as he was intrigued. He tilted his head forward to watch her work. “Sure you can handle it?”
Normally, the not-so-subtle dig at her size might have hurt. But here, feeling his heart beat like a drum right beneath her, she felt a sense of control that had eluded her since waking up from her procedure.
For the first time since waking up in her new body,Nicole wanted to absolutelyfuck his brains out.
“You tell me,” she said, undoing the second button at an unhurried pace. She relished the way his lips thinned with barely-contained patience.
She worked her way down the row of buttons at her leisure, pleased that she could at least dothis. His muscles twitched in response to each time she crawled lower, a clear indication that her presence was far from inconsequential. Over a month had passed since they’d been intimate. He was practically holding his breath for every brush of her skin against his, perhaps afraid to shatter the moment. Afraid to scare her off.
The moment she undid the last button, his hand coiled around her waist. “C-can I…?”
She nodded, and he hoisted her into the air. She shouted, half-startled and half-exhilarated. Ryan rolled over onto his elbows and set her down on the carpet.
“Your turn,” he breathed.
He trailed his fingers down her sides. He trembled. Finding the hem of her shirt, Ryan pulled up. He was utterly attentive even in his urgency. She raised her arms over her head and shut her eyes. The adrenaline singing through her veins felt similar to the beginning of their relationship—when everything was new and they couldn’t keep their hands off each other whenever they had a moment alone.
Discarding her blouse, he leaned down. His shirt hung open like a curtain exposing his toned chest, but she couldn’t look for long. His face filled her vision in an instant, nudging her onto her back. Ryan’s warm lips fell against her bare stomach, pinning her to the floor with gentle, ferocious kisses.
Nicole sighed and swelled. Every sensation was intense like it was the first time she had ever been touched. Perhaps it was her brand new body, or the Wonderland-like surrealness of the shift in scale. It didn’t matter, she decided. The world fell away until there was onlythem.
Ryan paused, breaths pooling over her navel. Blue eyes shot up to catch hers, glittering in the golden-hour sunlight that filtered through the kitchen window. “I can’t believe I get to taste you again.” He sounded nearly as overwhelmed as he had when he’d seen her wake at the Facility. He placed a kiss at her panty line. “You still taste the same. Exactly the same.”
Blinking back inexplicable tears, Nicole plunged her hands down, finding fistfuls of the thick, wavy hair that tumbled over her chest. “I missed you so much,” she moaned. “I missedthis.”
He moved up to her neck, his arms shifting like muscled pillars on either side of her. “So this is okay? This… feels good for you?”
“Yeah,” she said, and it felt crazy to admit. A part of her truly assumed she would neverenjoyintimacy again. Still, she pondered it, rolling onto her side to face him. “I mean, isn’t this weird too?”
“Maybe.” A playfully cocky smile tugged at his lips. “But… would it be crazy to say I don’t mind feeling like Superman with you?”
He braced himself on one arm and flexed the other, toned muscles pulling taut against his work shirt. She snorted, batting at his nose. Lowering his arm, he gently caught her wrist to stop her, pressing a kiss to the back of her hand. His gaze darted to her lips, anticipating a kiss in return, but she made him wait.
Never taking her eyes off his face, Nicole reached down to take off her simple cotton bralette, fumbling in her hurry. Ryan watched raptly, looking like he might explode if she didn’t get the thin fabric off quickly enough. She tossed the bralette aside and grappled for the massive fingers that had slid lower onto her waist. She tugged them back higher to her bare breasts.
A month ago, she would have never seen herself here. Now, she couldn’t deny that Ryan’s comparatively immense size had an advantage. His hand was so large that he was able to stimulate multiple areas at once. His thumb massaged between her legs, while his index finger coerced her nipple to harden.
“Tell me if I’m hurting you,” his voice rasped in her ear, resonating to her core.
“Sh… shut the fuck up.” She panted, eyes squeezed shut. “Don’t stop.”
He didn’t dare. He continued kneading, pressing harder and harder each time his thumb rounded her breast. She moaned—a noise that attracted his lips like a magnet. While he kissed deeply, she caught a glimpse of his other hand jumping down his body, followed by theclinkof his belt coming undone.
The world vanished behind his affections. His kisses and caresses flooded her senses for what felt like a blissful eternity. It wasn’t until his lips tickled her bare thighs that she realized her shorts had come off. His fingertips held her torso down as his mouth traveled between her legs. Tentative at first, growing bolder and heavier with each second.
Nicole gasped—it might have come from ecstasy at first, but in the next instant, the pressure on her chest became intolerable. She sought a full breath, but it was nowhere to be found. She squirmed, urgent to make Ryan ease up.
Her writhing was sorely misinterpreted, making him groan indulgently and drag his tongue along her inner thighs. He leaned in harder.
“R-Ry,” she wheezed with what little voice she could produce. “I c-can’t brea…”
