Page 42 of Molly

I turn and wrap my arms around his waist, burying my face in his chest. He moves one hand to the back of my head, cradling it. We stand like that for a minute, breathing each other in, before I pull back, look up, and say, “Bedtime?”

???

I feel him shuffle towards me under the covers and wrap his arm around my waist, pulling me into him.

His chest is bare, and all that’s separating us are his briefs and my nightie. I purposely wore no underwear, thinking it’d make things easier.

I want him so badly. I’ve been waiting, hoping I’d know when we were ready to do this, and after seeing him with Emma tonight, I am so. Fucking. Ready.

My skin tingles as he brushes his fingers up my thigh, and I push my ass back against him as the sensation moves to my pussy. I feel his breath hitch, and he moves his hand up higher, resting it on my hip. I do it again, grinding it against him this time. He pushes back, and I can feel the outline of his hard cock against me. I turn my head slightly, looking over my shoulder at him. The lamp on my dresser dimly lights the room, but his face is buried in my neck, so all I can see is the top of his head.

“If you want something, baby, ask,” he whispers straight into my ear.

I push back against him again, making him groan.

He bites my earlobe and moves his hand around, placing it just above my pelvic bone. “Say it, Molly. Tell me you want me.”

“I want you,” I moan as he licks my neck. As soon as the words are out of my mouth, he flips me onto my back. My legs spread around him as he comes down on top of me. He puts his hands beside my head to hold himself up and grinds down into me, his cock rubbing against my clit.

“You sure?” he asks softly. “Is that why your pussy is bare right now, Molly? You want me to fuck you?”

I moan as he moves again. “God, yes, please.”

He leans down and kisses me. His free hand cradles my face as he strokes my tongue with his. He deepens the kiss, and I can feel him getting harder, so I rock my hips up, trying to get some more friction. He chuckles against my lips and pulls back, working his way down my neck, kissing, sucking, biting. He pauses when he gets to the neckline of my nightie. “Been waiting for this, for you. Need you so bad, Molly.” He pulls it down just enough to latch onto my nipple.

“Ohhhh,” I moan quietly.

He goes back and forth between both nipples, making them stiff and sensitive. He places a kiss on my sternum, sits up on his knees, and pulls my nightie straight over my head, leaving me completely bare.

His eyes trail down my body, his tongue darts out and wets his bottom lip, and then his gaze meets mine. He looks fuckinghungry.

“Kiss me, Ry,” I plead.

A smirk appears on his face. “Oh, don't worry, I'm about to.”

He slides his underwear down and shuffles out of them before tossing them across the room. His dick springs free and hits his belly with a thud. My mouth waters at the sight of it. The veins are bulging, the skin is pulled tight. It’s so thick... so long... Slowly, my eyes wander back up, admiring every line of his tattooed form. There are so many colours and patterns covering his skin, yet they all blend together in such a beautiful way.

“Get your fill, baby?” he rasps.

I nod, still in a daze, as he lowers himself to his stomach. Slowly, he crawls between my thighs, watching me, studying my reaction. I feel his breath hit my centre, and my stomach clenches with excitement. His hands wrap around my thighs, and he gently raises them to rest on his shoulders, spreading me wide open.

“Such a beautiful pussy, Mol. Tastes even better than it looks,” he whispers right before I feel him take a long lick.

“Oh, God,” I moan.

“Tsk, tsk, quiet, baby. Don't want Emma to wake up and spoil all the fun now, do we?”

I grab a pillow and hold it over my face to muffle my cries. He keeps licking, long and slow, and then starts flicking my clit with his thumb, using his tongue to circle my entrance. It feels so damn incredible that my eyes start to roll into the back of my head. I feel his finger replace his tongue, pushing inside of me. He moves his mouth back up, paying closer attention to my clit while he moves his finger in and out, stopping only to add another. Just as I feel my legs begin to tremble on his shoulders, he stops.

“Oh God, don't stop,” I grit out, throwing the pillow to the side.

He crawls up my body, stopping at my stomach. He places a kiss above my belly button and traces the white marks running along my skin with his tongue.

“Ryan, don’t,” I whine.

He rubs his nose along the soft flesh. “I’m not rushing this, Molly. You’re going to lie there and let me fucking worship you.”

“Ryan, please…”

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