What Kind Of Girl
Miriam / Emma
When I knocked on Ryan's door, I hadn't I hadn't been entirely certain what I was going to do. But when he opened it and stood looking out at me with those serious blue eyes and that questioning smile on his face, I knew exactly why I was there. It didn't help that he stood there all self-assured with no shirt on and his hair still damp from the shower. I found myself staring at the thatch of hair on his chest, and then further down where the small patch of hair below his navel disappeared into his jeans. I bit my lip and let my mind wander a bit from there.
Then, his arm was around me, his head was lowering to mine, and his lips were pressing against mine again. My wandering mind returned to once again reside fully in my body, aware only of the warmth of his mouth and the feeling of his rough hands as they roved down my back, and then again up my sides, this time inside my shirt. I pressed myself to him, my breasts smashing against his chest.
Our tongues danced together, stroking and thrusting into one another's mouths. His teeth clicked on mine, and I giggled. He laughed too, and then in one smooth motion he cupped my ass in both hands and lifted me off the floor. I squealed in both shock and delight, and wrapped my legs around him. When I felt his rigid cock pressed against me, hard against my own sex, I gasped.
I thought he would take me immediately to the bed, throw me down, and have his way with me. The thought of that—of being manhandled and ravished—should have turned me off after the day that had transpired, but instead it excited me even further. I wrapped my fingers around his head, running my nails across his scalp. Our kiss became a fierce interplay, almost a fight between our exploring lips, our jousting tongues. My breasts against his chest tingled, and a heavy warmth settled between my legs.
Ryan was apparently in no hurry. Now that he had me where he wanted me, he seemed content to keep me right where I was. He held me like that for a long while, turning in a slow circle. It seemed like hours but could only have been minutes. With my eyes locked on his, it seemed as if the room was turning around us. Between that and the passion of our kiss, it left me dizzy and breathless. I tore my lips away from his with a moan and leaned away from him to catch my breath.
He wrapped one arm around my waist to support me as I leaned away. His other hand released my ass and I had to squeeze him with my legs to keep from falling, pulling his cock hard against my hot center. He made a sound in the back of his throat that sounded like a cross between a growl and a groan His free hand eased inside my shirt, hot on the smooth skin of my belly. My muscles tightened at the contact, and I pulled him closer with my arms around his neck. My face to the ceiling, I closed my eyes.
Ryan’s fingers found my nipples already hard, and he gave one a gentle squeeze. It was as if a bold of lightning shot through my body, white-hot pleasure jolting from my nipple down to my clit. I cried out and arched into his hand, grinding my hips against him. My senses were blind to everything but movement and the feel of his skin and the smell of his soap. His hand under my shirt traced my ribs, massaged the tender skin of my breasts, chaffed my nipples. He moved a callused palm in slow circles on my nipple, the barest pressure, almost not touching. The sensation was exquisite, maddening. I tried to press into him, but he pulled his hand away, keeping the pressure constant. I was panting, aching for him.
I longed to take off my shirt, to have his mouth on me, but if I let go of his neck I would fall.
“Put me down,” I whispered, my voice strained. If I had expected him to set me on my feet, I was mistaken. Now he turned without a word and tossed me on the bed. I squealed as I lost contact with him and felt only air beneath me, then giggled as I hit the mattress. It was very unladylike.
He stood beside the bed, my bare feet on either side of his legs, looking down at me. He had that look in his eyes I had seen before. That bare vulnerability I had noticed in him right away, and underneath that the shadow of a dangerous predator.
I knew which side of him I wanted right now.
“Honestly, Ryan Calder,” I said, my hands lifting my shirt above my midriff, “What kind of girl do you take me fo—”
I didn’t get the chance to finish, because he grabbed my calves and pulled me roughly toward him, leaning onto the bed, covering me with his torso, silencing my mouth with his. Then his searching hands pulled my shirt up over my head and tossed it aside. He straightened back up, standing at the edge of the bed with my legs wrapped around him again. His eyes strafed my body.
“My god, Miriam, you are beautiful.” His voice was rough and filled with need.
I wanted to tell him right then that my name wasn’t Miriam, but it wasn’t the right time. Soon.
I scooted back on the bed and he followed me, kneeling between my legs. He leaned down and wrapped his lips around my hard, pink nipple. My slow intake of breath became jagged as he began to suckle and pleasure pulsed in my body. I moaned, grabbing his head and holding him to me. As he worked his tongue around my pebbled nipple, his hand dipped down beneath the waist band of my yoga pants.
He drew in a breath, feigning surprise. “Miss Everett, I do believe you aren’t wearing any panties.”
“Mmm. It seemed like a waste to put them on just to have you take them off a few minutes later.”
I lifted my hips from the bed to meet his hand. His warm fingers traced the hollows of my hips, moving in a slow, repeating half-circle from one hollow to the other, arching up over my sex, driving me crazy. His mouth and teasing hand drove all thought from my mind other than quenching the molten ache that grew at the center of me.
“Ryan. God, please,” I groaned.
He responded by easing his fingers into the tangle of curly hair between my legs. The breath hissed out of me.
I nibbled his neck and he moaned, tilting his head to the side to expose more of himself. The flesh on his arms broke out in goosebumps.
“If you keep that up, I might not be able to control myself,” he whispered.
Lower down my body, my slick folds opened to his fingers and I tilted my hips to show him where I wanted him to touch.
“Maybe I don’t want you to control yourself,” I said.
He bit his lip at that, and shuddered. “Woman—”
Both his hands slipped beneath me and hooked into the band of my pants. I lifted my ass off the bed and he drew the pants down over my ass and legs in one smooth motion. Then his hand was between my legs again. I gasped as his fingers slipped inside me. I looked at him through heavy-lidded eyes.
“Is this what you’ve been waiting for?” I asked him.
He lowered himself onto me, kissing me. “I would have waited the rest of my life for this,” he said.
His fingers stroked slowly in and out of me. His mouth moving over my neck, my breasts, made me writhe beneath him. The slow fire in me grew, heating me up. I began to push my hips against his hand.
“Please,” I whispered.
He began to move down my body, his lips finding my navel. I put my hands on the sides of his head. “No. I want you.”
He looked at me intently, as if memorizing my face. Then he nodded. I twisted on the bed, unbuttoning his jeans. As I pulled them down, his beautiful erection sprang free. He finished taking off the jeans and tossed them aside. My hand wrapped around his shaft, and he groaned. When I looked up at his face, I saw his eyes were closed, savoring the sensation of my hand on him.
Although I wanted him inside me, I wanted to make him feel as crazy as he had made me. I touched my tongue to the base of his cock and began to slowly lick up toward the head. He trembled as I moved. “God, you feel good.”
“Mmm,” I said, opening my mouth to wrap around the head. I lowered my mouth onto his shaft, sliding down his length and taking in as much of him as I could.
Ryan made a strangled sound, all his muscles tensing.
Then I lifted my head off him, wrapped my arms around his back, and pulled him down on top of me.
The weight of his body between my legs, pressing me into the mattress, felt wonderful. I was in a different place. Nothing that had happened today was real. I was in no danger. All that existed in the world was Ryan and me.
He positioned himself at my opening. His weight rested on one elbow, and he slipped his other hand beneath my ass, massaging me and pulling me slowly toward him as he pushed into me. My sex opened for him, quivering, aching, but he moved slowly, deliberately. His eyes locked onto mine.
“More,” I said, but he didn’t alter his pace, just continued with his maddeningly slow thrust. I wrapped my legs around him and squeezed, pulling him into me. I gasped as he slid in, and he closed his eyes.
His cock in me was huge, filling me completely. I relaxed my grip on his hips and he withdrew, then pushed in again.
And again.
I cried out as we melted into a single being. My body was in agony for him to fill me, and to keep filling me. I twisted and arched beneath him, and he increased his tempo, driving into me faster, driving me faster toward the edge. My teeth sunk into his shoulder and he groaned and his body in mine became more insistent, almost painful.
I lost control, my cries becoming louder, my need undeniable and so great it seemed almost to exist outside myself, its own consuming entity.
When I came, my arms and legs locked around Ryan. His back was slick with sweat and my palms slipped on his skin. My heels dug into the backs of his thighs, pulling him as deep in me as I could. Pleasure rocketed through me. I screamed against his chest.
Ryan held me to him then, his cock moving within me with greater force. He clenched his teeth and strained against me.
“Don’t hold back,” I whispered.
He didn’t. His fingers tightened in my hair and his other hand anchored my hips in place, holding me still while he pounded into me. The muscles in his back surged and bunched. He roared as he came, a long, triumphant exclamation of pleasure and release. I felt his hot seed pool within me and I drew his head back down to kiss his lips and take the last bit of his ardor and passion on my mouth and tongue.
Gradually, our muscles relaxed. His kiss became softer, gentler. His hands caressed my body, stilling my trembling. When he shifted to roll off me, I held him tight.
“Not yet,” I whispered. “Just…stay right there.” I held him like that until his body softened within me and our mingled sweat cooled. He breathed against my neck, and it felt good.
I was sleepy, and felt my body wanting to drift off.
But not yet. First, I had to tell him.