Page 64 of Easy Reunion
He rears back as much as he can before rolling us again until he’s back on top. I’m wrapped tightly in his arms. He’s holding me to him as he kisses me, devours my lips, showing me what my words mean to him.
“And you’re all I want.”
They obviously mean everything.
Losing the last fragile illusion of control, Ry kneels up in front of me. Wrapping my legs around his hips, leaving my core complete exposed to his exploring hands, he starts to stroke the bare lips of my drenched pussy with a teasing, delicate touch. “Oh, God. Don’t stop,” I manage to get out as his fingers dance along my clit before they work their way inside of me slowly.
I can barely get in enough air to breathe.
His rough laugh tells me I’m not the only one affected. He thrusts his hips into my wandering hand as I blindly reach out and grab his cock. I stroke up and down over the hard length. My fingers graze over the head firmly each time I do. His guttural groans draw even more slickness from my body. It’s almost as much of a turn-on as what his destructive touch is doing. I continue to stroke up and down over the hard length when he groans, “You’re magnificent.” My fingers graze over the head and swipe over the bead of fluid now leaking from the tip. Catching his eye, I lift my fingers to my lip and taste him. It’s not quite the way I want to, but I can’t slip my mouth around him from this angle.
Later. Definitely.
The feral sound that emanates from his throat causes me to shiver, but I end up whimpering when he removes his fingers from my drenched core to unwrap my legs from the viselike grip they have around his hips. I begin to protest until he slides down the bed. He braces himself as he spends an inordinate time kissing the flowers along my stomach along the way, causing hot tears to burn behind my eyes. But all thoughts fly out of my head as he situates himself between my spread thighs. He parts my folds, exposing my clit to the air, and I swear it throbs even more before he lowers his head and lays waste to me by flicking his tongue back and forth over it.
“Ry, yes! Oh, there. More, please.” My hips arch of their own violation into his mouth as he claims me. My fingers fly into his hair to hold him against me. He kisses the sensitive nub, licks it, before opening his mouth and sucking the bud fully inside just like he did my nipple.
I scream my pleasure out. “Ry!”
With no mercy, I’m scoring his shoulders with my nails and gasping his name over and over. My legs fall open wider. That just spurs him on. First one finger, then two slip into my pussy. I can hear my wetness slicking his fingers as he continues to drive me up and over the edge of madness until my inner muscles clamp down tightly against his fingers, squeezing hard once.
I arch.
Twice, before spasming rapidly.
My body sinks back against the mattress, spent.
Ry is licking my folds gently to soothe me as I come down from the high. Soon though, I want more.
“Please,” I beg. He looks up from between my legs, and I swear, there’s nothing that’s affected me more than seeing the sheer joy on his face. “Take me.”
“With pleasure.” Ry prowls up between my legs, levering himself above me. Reaching into the drawer, he pulls out protection. I bite my lip in anticipation as he quickly sheaths himself. He nudges the head of his cock against my pussy. “Look at me, Kels.”
My eyes fly up to his as his forehead lowers to mine. He pushes inside me slow and easy. I moan in pleasure even as my core takes a moment to adjust to the width of his cock. “It feels so good to be inside you again.”
Tears I thought had fled after I had such an intense release burn again at the back of my eyes at his words. He means it. My mouth opens in wonder. Me. Kelsey. I lift my hips and wrap my arms around his neck as pleasure floods every inch of my skin, my heart, and my soul. His hips pull back before he thrusts again, plunging deep. His forceful strokes take my breath away and give me life all in the same instant.
My hands slide into his hair as he arches his cock into me again. “You’re so tight.” Ry leans down and nips my shoulder, my neck before he captures my lips in a searing kiss that mimics what our bodies are doing below, filling our souls with memories that will last so much longer than this night.
My cries mingle with Ry’s groans as our bodies come closer to the edge. There’s a sweetness to the intensity that wasn’t there the first night. Wrapping my legs tighter around him, I hold him as close as I can with all the jagged pieces of what I have inside of me.
This time when Ry’s final thrust throws me over the edge, all I can think is, is it going to be like this every time Ry touches me? Because if it is, I may die of ecstasy.
It’s the last coherent thought I have before he rolls me into him, and I drift off against his shoulder.
