Chapter Thirty

Her neck was so long and inviting, like a swan, delicate yet strong as she stretched herself across the wine-red bedcover, inching herself along the sheets until she reached the top of the bed, resting her head on a pillow. She lifted her hands over her head, and wrapped her fingers around the white metal slats on her headboard.

Such a perfect pose for locking herself to the bed.

He followed her, stalking her. She was his prey. She wanted to be hunted. The notion that both of them craved the same things so fiercely set his blood on fire. He straddled her, moving up her body.

Until he reached that lovely neck. Such a vulnerable part of her, and yet she was allowing him to take control. Because she knew he’d never abuse it. Because she trusted him in bed, and she’d learned to trust him out of it, too.

She raised her arm, reaching for his dick. He shot out his hand, catching her wrist in his palm then moving her hand back to the post. He tsked her, placing his finger over her mouth.

“I’m going to feed you my cock.”

Her eyes widened with lust. His dick ached. He longed to shove his cock deep in her throat. “Open your mouth,” he said. She moaned and opened wide.

He jammed a palm against the wall, holding his dick in his other hand. He lowered the head between her lips. “Lick the tip. Lick it so I can see your tongue flick all over the head.”

She squirmed underneath him and did as told, her wicked tongue swirling in circles around the tip. He groaned, a deep, primal sound that seemed to come from the very depths of his body, of his desire, of his unabashed lust for this woman. For his woman. His gorgeous, sexy, brilliant, willing woman who would do anything. He wanted to give her everything. More pleasure than she’d ever had. More intensity than they’d ever experienced. He wanted to take her to new heights, to explore every inch of her body, to introduce her to extraordinary bliss. Unmitigated ecstasy.

She deserved it.

Because, fuck. Look at her. Look at those red, ripe lips waiting, eager, to take him in.

“More,” he said, low and husky, as he gave her his shaft. “I want to watch my dick disappear into your mouth.”

She sucked him in, wrapping those lips tight around his dick, and he moaned so loudly he was sure he just set a personal best.

If he kept those kind of records.

He groaned, and her eyes said give me more. “So fucking hot.” He already felt his brain starting to lose contact with language. His thoughts were turning guttural and base. They were consisting solely of verbs and curses and swears as he fed her his cock all the way to his balls. And holy fuck. She took it. She took him all the way like that. On her back. Mouth wide open. Her hands grasping the headboard. Her wicked, wild hips starting to arch up. His gaze drifted to her throat as he gave a deep, lingering thrust, watching her swallow him. He could see the outline of his dick in her throat.

One of the hottest sights ever in the whole damn universe.

He began to rock into her warm mouth to build up friction, taking it slow and steady, letting her handle this vulnerable pose. She handled it like a champ, her lips clamped tight around him, sucking hard and without mercy. His balls slapped against her chin as he picked up the pace. The more he thrust, the more she writhed under him. Oh God, he was going to implode. Pleasure crackled along his spine as his Sophie, his fucking classy, sophisticated, genius of a woman, sucked his dick so hard he was not only seeing stars clouding the edge of his vision, but he was watching planets fall out of orbit, galaxies crashing into each other.

“I want to come like this in you,” he gritted out. “Just like this.”

Her eyes lit up, giving him permission to flood her throat. But then, she gagged. Her eyes watered, and she choked.

Instantly, he yanked his dick out of her mouth and cupped the back of her head. She coughed lightly. “I’m fine,” she said. “I’m sorry.”

“Shhh. Don’t be sorry. I was too rough. It’s too much.”

“No. I wanted it like that. I wanted you like that. I just…let me do it again.”

He shook his head. “Beautiful, I’m not going to die if I don’t come in your mouth right now.”

Then, with a sly quickness, she sneaked a hand between his legs and cupped his balls. She fondled them then met his eyes. The look in hers said she wanted something naughty. Something dirty. Something she’d never wanted before. “Let me lick them,” she whispered. “Let me lick them as you jerk off on my face.”

A storm of lust took hold of him.

He scrubbed his palm across his forehead.

He was speechless.

Just speechless from the filth coming from her mouth. Pure, beautiful filth. His dick answered her, twitching against her neck.

“Yes,” he said, returning to the same position, straddling her neck, only this time he lowered his balls to her lips. Her tongue greeted them, flicking over, sweeping across, then she grazed her teeth. A current surged inside him, and burned red hot as she sucked his balls all the way into her beautiful mouth.

Lord have mercy. He had never wanted a woman so much. He’d never needed to come so desperately.

He wrapped his hand around his dick like a glove, jerking it as she swirled her tongue, caressing and sucking at the same damn time. She had him all the way in, and the sight was so fucking hot, and his dick was so fucking hard, and his body was such a lightning rod, that he knew he’d be reaching the edge soon. She loved it, too, judging from the way her hips rocked against the mattress. She had one hand on his thigh, and he turned around to look at her legs and found her other hand sliding between her wet folds.

“You can’t wait, can you?” he said, but he wasn’t mad. He was fucking impressed with her sex drive, with her intensity, with her passion. Then both her hands were on his ass, and she was holding and squeezing his cheeks as he gripped his dick harder, his fist flying up and down as he fucked his hand. The head of his dick hovered over her face, near her hair. Her tongue worked its magic on his balls, and soon he felt that first tremor of a climax start to bear down on him.

Then, he felt something else.

Her finger.

Her goddamn index finger was under his balls, rubbing that spot.

That spot that could make a man beg for it. Hell, he was ready to beg as she stroked him between his balls and his ass. His spine ignited, and the start of an epic orgasm began to roll through him. And then all of a sudden, his vision turned white and silver, and unholy pleasure flooded his body as her finger slipped inside him. All the way. Hitting a part of him that had never been touched. He was sure he was going to pass out from the sheer intensity of this orgasm that wracked his body. His climax roared through him as he came all over her face, her hair, and her pillow.

He trembled. He could barely stop trembling. He couldn’t stop groaning. The panting was ceaseless. His palm was pressed hard against the wall. His eyes were squeezed shut.

Somehow, he finally opened them, came down from the sky, and moved off of her. “Did you just—”

She nodded, looking like a cat who’d eaten the canary.

“You actually put your finger in my ass?”

She nodded again, but her smile slipped away. “You didn’t like it?”

He laughed. He scoffed. He cursed. “Sophie, I’ve never come like that before. I just did not expect that.”

“I didn’t, either.”

He reached for her hand and pulled her up. “Time to wash up.” He led her to the bathroom, where she washed her hands, and he used a towel to clean up her forehead and her hair as best he could right now.

Then he washed his hands. He wasn’t sure why he was cleaning his. His hands hadn’t ventured in that forbidden zone tonight.

Not yet at least.

But they would. He turned off the faucet, wrapped his arms around her waist, and moved his mouth to her ear. He lowered a hand to her ass, cupping a cheek. “Where do you keep your lube?”

She met his reflection in the mirror. She didn’t speak at first, just stared back. “Are you going to do the same thing to me?”

He gripped her ass harder. “I want you to let me do more. I want you to let me put my dick in you.”

Her eyes sparkled in the glass. Her voice was low. “I’ve been hoping you would do that,” she said, as if it was a naughty admission, and she shivered against him, goose bumps rising on her skin.

His throat rumbled. “You beautiful, dirty woman,” he said in utter appreciation for her gorgeously depraved desires, which perfectly matched his.

“But I’ve never done it,” she said. “I don’t want it to hurt.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, either. It doesn’t have to hurt, but if you don’t want to, don’t worry, Sophie.”

She turned in his arms, facing him. “I want to do everything with you.” She held up a finger. “I just think a glass of wine would help.”

A grin spread across his face. “Wine is good. And massage oil?”

She tapped one of the drawers in her vanity. “It’s all in here. I bought it last week. Just in case.”

He groaned and grabbed her face. He pressed his nose against hers. Out of nowhere, the next words came out. “I’m crazy for you. And not because you bought lube and massage oil. Just because I’m crazy for you.”

Her smile was radiant. “I’m crazy for you, too.”

* * *

A glass of white wine later, along with some soft music and Ryan’s hands all over her back, shoulders, and neck, and Sophie was wholly relaxed. His touch made her moan softly, and breathe deeply, and move in synch with his strong hands. He rubbed the oil on her shoulders, down her spine, and along her arms.

“What if you slip off me? What if I’m too slippery now?”

He laughed softly and leaned in closer to her ear. “I promise I won’t let you escape, my little eel.”

She laughed, too, and he continued to work his way down her body. He massaged the top of her cheeks, and she wriggled as the pressure sent sparks through her body, settling between her legs, beating a pulse in her very wet, very hot center. He parted her legs more, widening the space between them, and working his fingers lower on her bottom.

She tensed briefly, unsure how this would feel. But then she remembered the time at his house when he’d slid a finger inside her ass and she’d wanted to sing hallelujah.

She raised her ass for him.

“Yeah,” he said, all slow and sexy. “Like that, beautiful. Give yourself to me.”

She lifted herself higher, and turned her face to the side, watching him as he reached for the lube on the towel he’d spread out across the cover. He squirted some onto his fingers then returned to her rear. He slid his fingers between her cheeks and pressed lightly against her entrance. She breathed softly, letting the air spread through her lungs.

He rubbed his fingertip in circles, and soon she moved in time with his finger, circling her hips, inviting him to penetrate her. He slipped the finger past her entrance, and waited, letting her adjust, then slid it all the way in. “You’re so tight,” he murmured.

“How am I going to fit you?” she asked, a fleet of nerves briefly reappearing.

“Lube. Lots of lube. And lots of preparation,” he said, as he continued to work his finger inside her. She squirmed as he pushed, then he added another finger, and soon she was panting, and her clit was aching, and whatever he was doing to her ass was turning her on. Wildly.

“Oh God,” she said, as a spark zipped through her.

“You like it?”

She nodded. “I do. You’re doing it so good,” she said, as she rocked her rear back into him. The pressure added to the pleasure. The new sensations of all those fingers inside her sent a wave of heat through her body, settling in her pussy. She rocked back into his hand, craving being filled in both ways. Barely aware of what her body was urging her to do, she started rubbing her pelvis against the bed, desperate for attention in her sex.

Within seconds, he looped his free hand around her thigh, hitching her leg up on the bed, giving him access to her.

She breathed a sigh of relief, then a long, low, purr of pleasure as he stroked her hard clit with one hand, while filling her ass with fingers from the other. The double wave of sensations blasted through her core, like a tornado of lust whirling through her. Some deep and primitive part of her gave herself over to this animalistic moment, to this basest of carnal wishes.

She whispered his name. It sounded like pure sex on her tongue, even to her own ears.

“I’m ready,” she murmured, then she rose on her elbows and her knees, lifting her ass for him.

Waiting.

He let his fingers slip out of her, and away from her. She inhaled. It was going to happen. She was going to give up a part of herself to him, only him. He was the only man she could ever imagine having in her like this.

But he didn’t take her that way.

Instead, he moved next to her, lying on his back. He tapped her leg.

“Straddle me,” he said softly.

“What?”

His command didn’t compute.

“You’re on top,” he added.

“But,” she said. “Don’t you want it from behind? I thought that’s how…”

Guys liked it.

“Yeah, I want it that way. I want to fuck your pretty little ass while I watch my cock slide in and out of that tight hole. I want to get you off with my fingers on and in your pussy, and my dick in your ass. And then when you climax so hard you see stars, I want to pull out and paint your body with my come. All over your gorgeous fucking back,” he said, his words as dirty as they’d ever been, and she turned wetter and hotter with the image of jets of his hot, white semen marking her spine. Then he clasped a hand around her hips, and tenderly pulled her closer to him. “But I want it to feel amazing for you first. And it’ll be better for you if you can control it. If you can ride me. If you can set the pace. We’ll get there. But the first time needs to be fantastic for the woman I’m crazy for.”

She swallowed and took a deep breath, his sweet dirtiness rushing over her. She ran a hand through her hair, trying to calm her overactive heart. How could she be so turned on, so aroused, so ready to do something thoroughly forbidden and also feel on the cusp of falling deeply?

She had no rational answer. So she listened to her body, and she positioned herself over him. He shook his head, and whispered, “Not yet.”

She furrowed her brow.

“I told you I’d get you there,” he said as he brought the hand that hadn’t touched her rear back between her legs, rubbing her swollen bundle of nerves once again.

“Oh God,” she said, closing her eyes and running her hands through her hair.

“Remember the night I met you?” he asked as he stroked her clit, setting off fire after fire inside her, like sparklers on the fourth of July.

She nodded on a pant.

“Even then, before you even knew my name, I made you come like this.” He circled her clit, sending waves of intense bliss through her body. She shuddered. “I didn’t even touch your flesh, Sophie. I made you come through your panties, and it was fucking beautiful,” he said in a husky, smoky voice that brought back all her memories of the way he’d owned her body before she knew who he was.

“It felt so good,” she said breathily as she opened her eyes. “Just like it does now.”

He pinned his gaze on her, holding her captive as he fingered her clit, rubbing up and down in a blur as she rocked into him, wetness spreading to her already slick folds. “Your pussy is like paradise to me. I want you to feel like you’re in heaven every time.”

“I do, Ryan. I do.”

“And this time, beautiful—this time you’re going to ride me,” he said softly, slowing the pace on her clit to a lingering, lazy speed, taking her step by step to the next event. Moving a hand to her hip, he lowered her center to his hard cock. She gasped in pleasure as he ran the head through her slickness. “Just giving him a little natural assistance,” he said with a wink, then reached once again for the bottle of lube. “Do you want to put it on me?” he asked, handing her the bottle.

“Yes. I love touching you. Any chance I get to touch you I’ll take.”

“Touch me,” he said, and she shivered from the sexy sound of his voice, the sheer honesty of his lust.

She poured some into her palm, then rubbed it over his shaft, from the head to the base and back. She set the bottle down, wiped her hands, and gazed at him. He rubbed himself across her pussy before traveling further. To her ass. He pressed the head against her, and she closed her eyes.

She felt precarious. Wobbly. She breathed shakily.

“Put your hands on my chest, Sophie. You need to hold onto something,” he told her, and she lowered herself slightly to anchor her hands on his pecs. “Like you’re riding me. Like you’re fucking me,” he said, as he pushed in, his finger lightly brushing her clit once again. Somehow, that contact, that delicious touch on the part of her body that was designed only for pleasure was enough to take the edge off. She drew a sharp breath as he breached her then stilled his moves. “Because you are.”

His eyes stayed on her the whole time. His gaze guided her. His reassuring look told her this would not only be okay, but that it would be amazing. “I’ve got you,” he murmured, holding her hips and playing with her clit as she started to slide deeper onto him, the pressure sending sharp jabs through her stomach. This was all so…tense…and bizarre. But even through all the foreign sensations, she felt the potential for ecstasy.

He guided her down, down, down. His voice was smoky as he whispered one last command: “Fuck me, Sophie.”

He closed his eyes and groaned.

That sound, that primal, thrilling noise raced through her, turning all that strange stretching into something else. Into the start of a whole new world of sensations.

“You feel so fucking good,” he said. “I wanted you like this for so long. I’ve wanted all of you since I first saw you.” His eyes were squeezed shut as he uttered his dirty praise of her body, and his own primitive need for it. “You. Feel. Amazing.”

And she did.

She felt fucking amazing.

She rocked into him, letting him fill her, letting him stretch her to the limits. Her skin was hot, and her heart felt feverish as she rode him, her ass gripping his cock as a tidal wave of intensity tore through her veins.

He opened his eyes and blinked. “Wow. Just wow.”

“It’s incredible,” she said, riding him as if she was fucking him…and she was. She was fucking her man in a whole new way. She wasn’t bound, she wasn’t tied, and she wasn’t restrained. She was free, and even though she’d happily and greedily be restrained the next time, for this moment, she loved that she could take his dick deep into a new place inside her. That she could explore the far reaches of her fantasies with him.

“You are exquisite,” he murmured, his words tripping back to the compliment he gave her after their first time together. “Every single part of you.”

That.

That second.

That moment.

That ode to all of her.

It was enough.

She combusted. She was a rocket, and she soared. Every nerve ending fired. Every inch of her skin sizzled. Every cell in her brain buzzed.

“That’s why I wanted you on top. I want to touch your pussy and fuck your sweet ass at the same time,” he said, taking the reins, thrusting upward as he rubbed. “So I can look at you. All of you.”

She gasped as he seized control. She moaned loudly as he set the pace. She cried out in ecstasy as his fingers worked their delicious magic on her wet, hot, slippery center, coaxing the edge of an orgasm out of her.

Then, sheer and unadulterated pleasure pierced her body. It washed over her like a tsunami. As Ryan thrust harder, and faster, and deeper, he sent her deliriously into a new type of climax, the kind that could be felt in places only he had touched.

He felt like the only lover she’d ever had.

He was the only lover she wanted to have anymore.

She shuddered, trembling in exquisite pleasure.

“Can I come in you?” he asked in a ragged voice.

“Yes,” she shouted. “Please, yes.”

He followed her there. Filling her with his heat. Flooding her with his release. Coming inside her. She collapsed onto his chest, a hot, sweaty, satisfied, elated woman.