I moaned when his teeth stroked my lower lip. My body was instantly set on fire as his hands meandered underneath my shirt. I rid him of his clothes as quickly as I could, undoing the buttons on his shirt and sliding everything off his shoulders. I ripped his undershirt over his head before he pulled my tank top over mine. But before I could fall to his body, his lips wrapped around my pert nipples, suckling on them, causing painful peaks to rise as his free arm wrapped around my body.

“Oh shit, Ryan,” I said with a groan. “That tongue.”

I bent backward in his lap, feeling his arm support my body weight. I ground myself into him as his teeth raked across my skin. I felt him growing harder against my clothed pussy. I felt his body yielding to mine as he strengthened his hold on me. I ran my fingers through his hair and tugged him closer to my bosom, and he moved with me, stood to his feet and carried me to my room as I wrapped my legs around him. The documentary droned on in the background as he walked me into the darkness, then dropped me onto the bed.

My body bounced for his viewing pleasure as he rid himself of the rest of his clothes.

Ryan’s entire body shone for me as he stalked onto my bed. Movement by movement, inch by inch, he crawled between my legs and kissed up my stomach.

“I need you,” I said breathlessly.

He hovered over my body, supporting himself on his hands as his cock dripped onto my stomach. A stream leaked from the tip of his dick and dropped onto my skin, and something inside me flipped. I reached down and ran my finger through the precum on my skin and brought it to my lips. I painted them with it, coated them in his gloss as his eyes stared at me with a devilish want.

I hummed with delight as my tongue darted out to lick him off my lips, and he crashed back down to me.

His body fell to mine and his hips rolled back. Our tongues did battle, shivering my body as heat sparked in my toes. With one smooth motion, his cock entered me, pushed deep into the caverns of my pussy and quaked me against his form. I whimpered into his lips, felt mine swelling at his assault as he pressed harder against my face. He groaned, growled, pulsed against my walls until his hips seated against mine.

Then he parted my pussy folds and placed his trimmed curls against my throbbing clit.

“Oh no,” I said. “Ryan, I-I…”

He rocked deeply into me and my head fell back onto the pillow. Every motion he made smoothed against my aching clit. His hands pinned down my wrists above my head. He stared at me from his perch as he swiveled his hips. My legs jolted with electricity and my mind raced with pleasure. My jaw quivered and my eyes fluttered closed as he stroked every part of me. I bucked into him. I planted my heels on the bed. I rose to meet his thrusts as he chuckled down at me, watching me lose control of my faculties.

“Yes. Right there. Ryan, it’s there. I’m so close. So close. Just a little…more…”

But he backed away from me before I got there, and I let out a shuddered sigh.

“Oh no,” I said in a whisper.

I opened my eyes just as he captured my lips, his nose nuzzling against mine.

“Oh yes,” he said darkly.

He rolled us over and planted my body on top of his. He rolled my hips the way he wanted while his thumb toggled with my clit. I planted my hands on his chest, keeping myself upright as he played with my body. He squeezed my tits and tugged at my nipples, kissed my hands as he pulled them from the muscles of his broad form. I jolted as he circled my clit. I felt myself unraveling against him. My pussy fluttered and my legs jumped, my entire body plummeting to his.

“Please, Ryan. Let me come. It feels… You feel…”

And again, he backed off.

“No, Ryan. Why?” I asked with a whimper.

All he did was kiss my trembling lips softly.

He rolled me back over and tossed my leg over his shoulder. His hands fisted my hips, pulling me into him and fucking his cock with my body. I arched my back and squeezed my breasts, trying to relieve their ache any way I could. His grunts were intoxicating. I felt drunk on his touch. His hips snapped against mine and my toes curled, feeling him stroke me deeper and deeper. He grabbed my other leg and tossed it over his body. Then he bent me in half and slid against that incredible spot.

“Oh, Ryan! Yes!”

I cried out his name as stars burst in my vision, my body filled with a heat I couldn’t abate. I wrapped my arms around his forearms as he pounded into me. My heart raced. My blood pressure skyrocketed. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t catch my breath. His eyes never left mine as he watched my face contort and my lips pucker. Watched me gasp for release.

“Ryan, I beg you. Let me come. Just once. Please. Please?”

A tireless grin broke out on his face as my body coiled up again. I needed it more than I needed life. Or water. Or air. Or work. I needed to come more than I needed purpose or direction. I needed Ryan to give it to me more than I needed anything else in the entire world.

There was only him, only Ryan in that very moment.

“Please,” I choked out. “Don’t take this from me.”

He stilled his hips and dipped his lips to mine before sliding out of me. I whimpered and banged my fists against the bed as beads of sweat accumulated on my body. I was vibrating with nowhere to go. I needed to move but didn’t have the strength. I wanted to pin him to the wall and grind into his body until I sought my release, but I wanted him to give it to me willingly, in all the ways I knew he could.

He picked me up, then sat on the edge of the bed. He situated me onto his cock and slid me down, filling my body as I collapsed against him. My face pressed into the crook of his neck, kissing him and nibbling at him as my arms snaked around his neck. He held me close to him as he swirled his hips, filling me and stroking me and shooting surges of power through my veins. My toes curled. My teeth dug into his shoulder. All I could think about was him. All I knew was him. All I smelled was him. Ryan, with his perfect body and his perfect words and his beautiful sounds and his lovely eyes and his strong arms.

“Come with me,” I said in a whisper.

And with relief, I felt him nod.

He rolled his hips deeply into my body, sinking his cock deeper than any man had ever gone before. I groaned and gasped, no longer holding back my sounds. I dug my hands into his back. I clung to him for dear life. He picked up the pace, thrusting into me as my tits bounced against his chest. I kissed every part of him I could access. His shoulders. His cheeks. His neck. His pulsing vein. His nose and his forehead and the shell of his ear.

I rose up just enough to capture his lips, and I felt his hips beginning to stutter.

“Come with me,” Ryan said. “Do it, Kylie. Let me feel you.”

I ground against him, feeling my clit poke out from underneath its fleshy hood to seek what it so desperately wanted.

“Ryan, yes. I’ll come with you. I’ll come with you. It’s happening. Shit, Ryan. Yes, oh…I’m coming. I’m coming. I’m coming, Ryan! I’m com—!”

Instead of throwing my head back and tossing myself off the cliff, I curled into him, caved into his body. His arms cloaked my back and held me close as my pussy milked him for all he was worth. His cum painted my throbbing walls as he pulsed and grew with my ministrations. I cried out into his neck, cursing and moaning his name. My muscles contracted so much my bones ached. My body hummed with so much pleasure my head felt light. The room tilted and my nails dug into his skin, and for a moment I thought I was going to collapse, pass out, go dark, right there in his lap.

“Kylie,” Ryan said with a grunt. “So perfect.”

I went weak in his arms as he turned us around and lay down in my bed.

His cock stayed sheathed in me as the sweat on our bodies dried. I nuzzled my nose against his carotid artery, feeling his pulse through his neck. His arms never once left my body. He kept me as close as he could for as long as he could. I felt our intermingled juices dripping from my body, spilling onto his and making its way down his thighs. But not once did he move. Not once did he let me go.

It wasn’t until I moved to fall off to the side that he shifted with me.

His cock slid out as I situated myself in his arms, reaching down for my comforter. I pulled it over our bodies as my television continued to drone on in the other room. I didn't care about it. I didn’t care about the pizza we hardly touched. I didn’t even care about what the next morning would bring. All I cared about was allowing the sun to give Ryan and me another chance at a refreshing day.

Another chance at a next morning.

I tilted my head to look into his eyes and found him smiling at me. Gone was the devilish grin and the mischievous stare, and in its place was the soft, sensual man I’d come to know as Ryan Tucker. A man who, by all accounts, was very much like me. A loner. A documentary lover. Methodical in his ways and logical in his movements. Organized and driven, but not by money or creative muses. Driven by a want to succeed, a want to make his life worth something.

Like me.

My eyes felt heavy and they fluttered closed without a second thought. I felt Ryan press his lips to my forehead, and it caused me to move closer to him. He held me against his body, against his rippling muscles and his salty skin. I wanted to wake up to him. I didn’t want to wake up to another empty bed again.

“Stay with me until morning?” I asked.

Ryan’s hand began to stroke my back as his leg slid between mine.

“You didn’t have a choice,” he said.

And it was the first time that having a choice taken away from me brought a smile to my lips. It felt wonderful to fall asleep next to Ryan.

I figured I could get used to it, if I wanted to.