Page 63 of Easy Reunion
He just shows me.
Ry lowers his lips back down onto mine, and they sweep across once. Twice. Pulling back, I lick my lips, which has the inadvertent effect of touching his as well. We both groan aloud. His head dips again, and gripping the back of my neck, he lifts me into his kiss.
He possesses my mouth, much like he owns the deepest, darkest parts of my heart. My lips part and his tongue slides inside, taking control of my mouth with each smooth glide back and forth. My tongue thrusts against his, staking my own claim.
Long moments later, when we part, we’re both gasping for air. The way he’s cradling me against him allows me to feel the rapid staccato of his heartbeat. “Stay with me. Stay all night. Don’t let me wake up without you again,” he murmurs.
I may be emotionally stripping myself more than I’ll be physically naked later by uttering one simple word, but I do it anyway. “Yes,” I say simply.
The next thing I know, I’m airborne as Ry swings me up around my thighs and starts making his way down the hall laughing. There’s unbridled joy on his face that I want to memorize in the event I ever hit rock bottom.
But before I can get the chance, we’re crossing over a threshold of double doors that Ry’s shutting behind him with a sharp kick.
* * *
For the longesttime after Ry laid me down on top of his bedspread, he kisses me senseless. I get lost in the way his lips and tongue drive me to madness before a whimper escapes my throat. Finally, he tears his mouth away, but only to subject me to more pleasure as he drags his teeth down the sensitive column of my neck. Over and over, lips, tongue, teeth tantalize me until another soft moan erupts from my lips. He must have felt it as well because I can feel him smile against my neck before he again begins his seductive torture.
In a way, this act is my final forgiveness of not just him but myself. There will be no more barriers between us after this. We are the Kelsey and Rierson of then and now. And soon, we will become the us we were meant to be.
Rolling him to his back, I straddle him to whip my dress off over my head, leaving myself clad in nothing but a matching set of lace bra and panties. He pauses in the act of destroying my body to shoot me a heated look from where he’s lying between my thighs. Sliding his fingers back and forth beneath the hem of the lace, he orders, “Unless you want these to have the same fate as the last pair I saw on you, I suggest you lose them. Now.”
Leaning down, I press a kiss on his lips, before teasing him, “Not until you lose some clothes too, Rierson. This isn’t a one-way strip show.”
I’m quickly flipped over onto my back as Ry lurches from the bed where he slides his shirt off with one hand without unbuttoning it. I’m paralyzed as he reveals an upper body every woman dreams of—strong shoulders, muscular arms, and a stomach a god would weep to have lead down to tapered hips that his dress slacks cling to only with the assistance of a leather belt. Dimly, I hear the jingle of his belt loosening, but I’m in a dream state. I could live off his body alone. Out loud, I throw out a little sass. “I feel like I need music for this.” I relax further into the pillows behind me as he pauses in the act of shucking his pants.
“You know what I’m going to do with that smart mouth of yours?” Ry threatens, amused.
“No, what?” I slide my fingers into my hair before letting them rest on my shoulder. After fiddling around a little, the strap of my bra falls off my shoulder negligently. When he doesn’t respond, I open my mouth to ask what the problem is. Before I can get out a single word, my mouth becomes otherwise occupied as Ry’s comes crashing down on it, almost daring me to defy the urgency in his kiss. I realize, happily, that when he joined me back in bed, it was without a single stitch of clothing on to impede my hands. He braces himself above my body and is just about to lower his weight against me when I press a hand against his chest just over his heart.
His body is magnificent. The heat pouring off it is searing me, imprinting him on me. And I want to do the same for him.
My hands smooth up from his stomach. My reward is when his muscles quiver beneath my touch on their quest to roam across his broad chest. Their target are the nipples I already know from our previous night together are super sensitive to being rolled, licked, and sucked. Reaching up, I wet both my thumb and forefingers before reaching over and twisting them.
He groans, his head dropping in sweet agony. “Jesus Christ,” he rasps.
“Let me touch you,” I plead. “I’m dying to feel you.” My own body is aching for his touch, but that can wait.
Seeming to understand without words, Ry capitulates to the hunger that must be burning in my eyes. His fingers, which were near my shoulders, slide beneath me to make quick work of the snaps at my back. My arms reluctantly lift so he can pull my bra away from my sensitive breasts. Then I gasp as the air both gives them sweet relief and taunts them.
He stares down at them in wonder. “I never thought I’d get to hold you like this again. I want to spend all night cherishing you, Kelsey,” he says, right before he lowers his head and licks one tight bud and then the other back and forth before sucking one nipple firmly into his mouth.
I arch off the bed, crying out. Every time his tongue lashes at me, it makes me wetter. Now, the sensation is like a constant pull against my aching clit.
Wrapping my legs around him, I arch my lower body into him.
Ry pushes back against me with his hard cock as he switches breasts, treating my other nipple to the same treatment even as he reaches over and pinches the one he just abandoned.
My head rolls back and forth on his pillow. “Have to touch you,” I groan. It’s a need. My nails prick at his flesh until suddenly I’m whirling through the air, carefully being flipped over.
Ry has a devilish cast to his face as I’m once again astride him. “This way, we both can play,” he says, the breath rasping from his chest.
Lowering myself down to him, I grip his jaw to hold it in place for a thorough kiss when I feel his hands slide down the back of my panties. “But sweetheart, it’s time to lose these.” He slides his hands over my hips, dragging the lace over them, likely stretching them beyond repair. Like I give a shit.
When they catch between us, I lift, giving him the room to slide them further down my thighs before I then twist from one side to the other to push them down my legs and kick them off the bed. Stretching out back on top of him, Ry strokes his hands from the backs of my thighs to my shoulders before simply holding me close in a sweet hug where he breathes me in.
“God, I missed you when I woke up and you were gone.”
“I almost stayed,” I admit. My hair brushes against his jaw as I duck my head. “I had a moment before I walked out the door where I almost said the hell with it and crawled back into bed. But I knew if I did, I would have told you everything. And…” I finally admit the truth to myself as well as him. “I was petrified of your reaction. After all, I was just me.”
