Page 165 of Mad Love

As the light started trickling in through the window across the room, I propped myself up on one arm and watched Ryan sleep. He looked boyish, his dark blond hair disheveled from raking his fingers through it most of the night. His hard jaw was relaxed, and his full lips looked way too tempting as he slumbered.

With a soft rumble, he turned onto his side and nuzzled his face against my chest. My heart kicked up at the nearness, and I couldn’t stop myself from caressing the curve of his shoulder with my fingertips. It was a compulsion, the need to constantly touch him and memorize the way his skin felt beneath mine.

My love of him bordered on obsession. It was consuming, the way I needed to be with him. Sometimes the depth of my feelings terrified me.

I inhaled deeply, letting myself revel in this moment as I realized his lips were moving against the upper swell of my breast. I wasn’t sure if it was intentional or because he was asleep until the hand carelessly resting on my hip tightened and then moved to the front of my yoga pants to cup my pussy possessively.

A shudder rolled down my back as my body instantly softened for him, a low ache throbbing between my legs.

Looking down, I saw his sleepy gaze on me. “Ry—”

He shook his head, signaling me to shut up. Without another word, he slipped his hand down the front of my pants, inside my underwear, and traced my slit with a blunt finger.

My teeth caught my bottom lip as I barely suppressed a whimper of need, my thighs parting on instinct to give him more room to work.

His mouth moved lower as his fingers circled my clit and then lightly trailed down to my opening, collecting the wetness seeping from me. His lips fastened around a taut nipple, biting it gently over the material of my shit.

“Fuck,” I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut.

Using his shoulders, he rolled me onto my back and switched his mouth to my other breast as he slipped two fingers into me and curled them.

I placed my hands on his head and tugged him up my body, needing his lips on mine.

I expected a hungry, desperate kiss, but what he gave me could only be described as sweet and gentle. His mouth slanted over me, his tongue lazily stroking mine as he pumped his fingers into me. The heel of his hand lightly ground against my clit, but it wasn’t enough pressure to tip me over the edge.

In fact, he didn’t seem in a hurry at all as he worked me up with agonizing slowness. Arousal curled low in my stomach, a warmth that seeped into my veins and limbs as I kissed him, letting him have full control over the pace.

“I need you,” he murmured against my skin, peppering kisses across my jaw and starting down my throat.

“I’m right here,” I breathed, turning my head and giving him all the access he wanted.

A hand pushed up my shirt, exposing my breasts to the cool air. My nipples pebbled as he kissed around them, never quite making contact. I fisted my hand in his hair, barely able to keep from moving his head where I wanted him.

Usually we bordered on feral in bed. He loved to push my limits and drive me crazy until I was a squirming, panting mess. Our love was messy and consuming, and that always translated into how he fucked me.

But now he was almost reverent as he worshiped my body, his touch precise and restrained.

His thumb slipped over my clit as he added a third finger, stretching me. I rippled around him, wanting more, but also enjoying the quiet ease of this time together.

Sex, I got.

Fucking, I loved.

But this was more. This was a reminder that we were connected on a soul-deep level. That while we had passion and fire in spades, there was still something deeper happening.

This was making love.

It sounded stupid and sappy, and I’d always cringed when people used that phrase, but it suddenly made sense.

“I love you,” I murmured, feeling his smile against my chest.

He lifted himself up, fingers still buried deep inside me, and hovered over me. His eyes searched mine, turbulent and troubled. “I love you.”

I clamped down as he withdrew his fingers, desperately trying to hold on to him. With a small smile, he stripped my pajama pants and underwear at the same time before pushing down his sweats enough to free his cock. He moved between my legs and lifted one to wrap around his waist before steadily sinking into me.

I felt every glorious moment of his cock splitting me wide open. My pussy throbbed, needy and achy, as he bottomed out in me with a low moan.

He pulled out just as languidly, the sensual drag of his cock against my walls making my eyes roll back in my head as I whimpered and dug my nails into his shoulders. He pushed back inside, grinding against my clit.

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