Ryan’s process of undressing me and getting me naked was all a blur. The dominance of his kiss sucked me under, and it wasn’t until the fondue chocolate dribbled over my tits that I came back to life. I gasped for air, my body pulsing with desire for Ryan. He trailed the chocolate everywhere—across my tits, dripped it onto my puckered nipples, pooled it into my belly button.

Allowed it to drip down my slit.

He stood from the couch and surveyed his work. His coat slid from his shoulder, hitting the ground at his feet. I couldn't take my eyes off him. With every piece of clothing that fell to the floor, he licked his lips a little harder. His cock grew a little thicker. Each pebbled muscle that revealed itself to me made my core a little wetter for him. His throbbing thighs connected with his washboard abs that trickled into a broad, chiseled chest that flushed with want for me. His eyes devoured me. He looked me up and down as if I were his prey. He was a predator on the loose in my apartment, and he was eyeing me for dinner.

Well, dessert.

He knelt beside me, his hand sliding underneath my head. He raised my lips to his in a gentle kiss as his free hand slid along the outline of my curves. The second our tongues collided, fireworks burst in my vision. My heart fluttered in my chest and my skin rippled with delight.

“I love you,” I whispered against his lips.

He pulled back and smiled down at me. It was a calm, gentle smile that highlighted his eyes and made his stern jawline look positively radiant.

“I love you, too, Kylie. And I intend on showing you just how much.”

He reached for a strawberry before his hand fell between my legs. He spread my thighs, and my eyes widened as I watched him work. I felt him dip the strawberry between my folds, coating it in my juices before bringing it to his lips. My mind spun out of control as he savored me on the piece of fruit, groaning and humming as if he were eating the best delicacy in the world.

“So much better than that plain old chocolate,” he said.

I shivered at how low his voice rumbled.

He grabbed another strawberry, but this time he didn’t eat it. He parted my folds with his thumb and slid it straight into my entrance. It sat there, being squeezed by my fluttering pussy walls as juices dripped down my ass crack.

“Ryan?” I asked breathlessly.

Then his lips covered my belly button. He feasted on the chocolate that coated my body. I bucked into him, feeling the strawberry juice flood my pussy and my ass. His lips made their way up my stomach, causing me to dart and shiver as he ate his fill of the sweetened goodness. His lips wrapped around my nipples, licking at my engorged peaks until they glistened with his saliva. Then he trailed up my neck, cleaning the divots of my collarbone as I trembled for him.

“Ryan, I can’t take it.”

“Oh, how I love your sounds,” he said.

His voice shook my rib cage as he climbed onto the couch. He sank between my legs, pulling my pussy to his mouth. He dipped to my entrance and sucked the strawberry from my body. Nothing but pulp remained, and his tongue quickly started cleaning me up.

“Oh, shit!” I exclaimed.

I felt him smile into my body. His tongue dropped into areas no man had ever touched. It inched down my ass crack, licking up the juices before rimming my puckered hole. He slid his tongue in ever so slightly, sending my thighs shivering around his face. I ground into him, losing all control of my body as his hands curved into my thighs.

“Ryan, please. Oh shit. Make me come. I need it. I need you. Fuck, yes.”

His tongue slid all the way up my ass crack, all the way up my slit. Then it pressed into my clit and made me soar for the heavens. He flicked my clit and sucked it. He fisted the excess of my hips and buried his face into my body. My hands curled into his hair, pulling him closer than I ever thought possible. My hips lifted off the bed as my back arched, and I tumbled over the edge in sheer pleasure as white-hot fire burned through my core.

“Yes, Ryan! Yes! Don’t stop! Don’t stop, please!”

His tongue lapped deeply as he coaxed me through my orgasm. I rolled into him until my body collapsed, my chest heaving. He kissed the insides of my thighs and licked my folds clean. He sucked on them, pulling up goose bumps across my skin before hovering over my body. My eyes fell closed. I couldn’t physically hold them open.

But when I felt his lips press to mine, I found the strength to wrap myself around him.

He picked me up and carried me into my bedroom. He knelt on the bed and eased my shaking body down, kissing every open inch of skin he could. He rolled me over onto my stomach and pressed kisses into my back. He went up and down the divots of my spine until I was salaciously grinding against my mattress. His knee pressed between my legs. He opened me up as my juices dripped onto my sheets. He nibbled on my neck as he dipped between my legs, his cock sliding between the folds of my pussy.

“You were made for me,” he said in my ear.

I turned my face to look at him as his cock found my entrance.

“Make love to me, Ryan,” I said desperately. “And stay with me tonight.”

Then, without another word, he inched his way into my pulsing heat.

He slid his hands along my arms, finding my fingers before he laced them with his. He rolled into me as I lay there, comfortable against the mattress. Every ounce of work, he did. His muscles twitched against my skin, bringing me to heights that spun my head and left me speechless. I rose to my knees, pressing into him as our form slowly changed. His chest lifted from my back and his hands left mine, and soon he was pounding into me from behind as my name dripped from his lips.

“Kylie. Shit. I love your body, your sounds. You. I want you every night, just like this. Taking me in just like this.”

“I’m yours, Ryan. Forever yours.”

He fell against my back and peppered it with kisses before he pulled out. He took me in every position I could think of that night: against the wall, over the bed, in his lap, bent over the chair in my room. He took me until my voice was hoarse from crying out his name, until my legs ached with so many orgasms I knew they wouldn’t be able to function the next morning.

“Ryan, I can’t. It’s too much. I can’t anymore,” I said breathlessly.

“One last time,” he said. “Let me feel you one last time, love.”

His hands threaded into mine and his face fell into the crook of my neck. I lay there, his body dripping sweat onto mine as my aching pussy fluttered around him. It hurt, and it felt wonderful. I ached, and yet I begged for more. His pleasure hurt in all the best ways, and the only smell I wanted to fill my nostrils was the smell of his cum mixed with mine. I bucked my hips against his, feeling him snap his hips. His tightly wound curls raked against a sore clit that was still desperate for more.

“The things you do to me,” I said in a whisper. “I can’t comprehend it.”

Then he did the one thing he knew would throw me over the edge altogether.

He slid his arm underneath my hips and cocked them at an angle. And in an instant, my body gave it up. It gave Ryan exactly what he wanted as I spiraled into an oblivion that forced the breath from my lungs. I didn’t know what orgasm this was. I’d lost count at four. But as I trembled and gasped and choked out his name, my mind went blank except for one thing.

One word.

One name.

“Ryan. Ryan. Ryan. Ryan.”

He grunted above me, filling me for the third time. His juices sprayed from between my legs immediately, having nowhere else to go. My body was filled with him, overflowing with him. As he collapsed on top of me in our sweaty, cum-covered mess, I somehow found the strength to wrap my arms around him. I kissed the side of his face as my body fell limp against my bed. We were soaked with our sweat and coated in our arousal as we panted in unison. I felt his heart racing against my chest. Then he nuzzled into the crook of my neck, pulled out from between my legs, and fell to the side, moving my body with his.

I found my leg between his and my sweating head planted in the middle of his chest.

“I love you,” he said.

I reached up and kissed his jawline before I settled my cheek against his shoulder.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” I asked.

He peered down at me as a mischievous grin spread across his cheeks.

“Will you stay with me forever?” he asked.

Tears rushed my eyes as I molded myself to him, pressing deeper into the strength and protection of his body.

Forever. A future. A life. A partner. I’d found all of that in Ryan Tucker. I’d found all of it in the most incredible and unimaginable place. The only way I knew how to answer his question was to nod, to roll myself on top of him and kiss his lips, to trail those kisses down his body before pulling his cock into my mouth.

Because for some reason, a simple yes didn’t seem to cut it.

A simple yes didn’t seem to communicate the entire life I planned on spending next to his side. As I brought him to one last height and swallowed him down, I pressed my head against his stomach as he ran his fingers through my hair.

“I love you too,” I said.

Then I fell against his sleeping form, dreaming of the life the two of us would carve out together.