Chapter Twelve
He watched her labored breathing as he pulled her out of the shower and dried them off. Oversensitized, she jumped every time he even got close to her nipples. When she went for the t-shirt, Ryder grabbed it from her hand and tossed it over his shoulder.
“But shouldn’t I put it on?” she protested.
Ryder grinned at her shy nature despite the fact that not five minutes ago she had been swallowing his cock. It made him hard just thinking of the way her mouth worked over him.
“You won’t need it,” he said and stepped forward.
He tossed her over his shoulder, her beautiful ass right next to his face. He placed a hand over her center and grinned at how wet she was. Irene stopped struggling as he fondled her.
Not able to wait any longer, he opened the door and carried her through. As they walked through the hall, he let his hand slip back and forth over her swollen opening.
She moaned loudly, and he knew how close she was.
They came back into the living room, and he pulled her upright. She slid down his body until her feet hit the floor. Unlike in the bathroom, this time when his dick pushed into her, she reached out and stroked it with no hesitation.
Ryder pulled back after a few strokes and grinned when she started to pout.
“I’ve got something else for you,” he said.
He could see the sweet blush climbing back up her face as she tried to figure out what he was going to do to her.
Earlier he had laid out blankets on the floor in front of the crackling fire. The room was warm, and come hell or high water, he was going to make love to his woman the way she deserved.
“Lie down,” he said.
She frowned at his forceful words, but he loved that she listened. Lord knew it was about the only time he could get her to.
Her arms rested on top of her body. He hated that she’d think of herself as anything short of amazing. Ryder lowered himself over her and loved the feel of her soft body against his own. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He leaned down and pulled her in for a hungry kiss. She nibbled his bottom lip. It set him on fire. He moved his mouth away and moved it down to her neck, licking and nibbling as he went.
Irene bucked her hips and slid her wet pussy against his cock, getting closer and closer to slipping the head inside.
Ryder shook his head and pulled away.
“Not yet,” he said.
She opened her mouth to protest but closed it when his hand replaced his cock. He rubbed her clit, sliding just over the opening never giving her exactly what she wanted.
“Ryder,” she moaned.
He grinned at her as he pulled away. Irene readied herself for him. She wondered if it was always going to be so tight at the beginning.
She gasped when she felt his hot breath on her open lips. His mouth covered her, and she bucked wildly at the sensation. Ryder pressed hard on her hips to hold her down, and when she stilled, he went back to his forceful licks.
His thumb made its way back to her clit, and she was amazed at the feel of his mouth there. He moved his tongue over her. She burned for him to bury himself deep inside her.
She jumped when he placed his hands under her ass and lifted her up. He wasn’t going to be able to keep her down if he was doing that.
Irene stared down her body and watched him. His eyes connected with her own as he centered himself over her pussy. She felt her breathing become shallower. Her heart thundered in her chest.
Ryder leaned forward and shoved his tongue deep inside her. Irene bowed back and soaked in the crashing waves of the orgasm that rolled over her. The whole time, Ryder lapped at her center and brushed his teeth against her clit.
As she came back down, she vaguely registered that he had sat up.
She yelped when he rolled her over. Her ass high in the air, Ryder closed in on her again with his mouth. This time she was still on a slow build with her orgasm. He reached forward and cupped her swinging breasts. It only seemed to press her pussy harder against his face. When he moaned, she nearly came from the vibrations.
“Ryder,” she said. Despite the fact that he had her, she could feel the panic in her voice.
He pulled his mouth off of her. His cock returned and pressed against her pulsating hole.
“Fuck me,” she cried.
He slowly slid into her.
This time, she wasn’t near as tight, and as he moved deeper into her, she found herself wanting more. He pressed so deep that Irene felt him hit the very end of her passage. When he moved again, she could feel herself contract around him.
“That’s it, baby,” he said, his voice husky and strained. It only spurred her on further.
Irene pushed back against him and reached down to rub her clit. Her fingers brushed his balls, and she gasped when he slammed into her.
“Fuck, Irene,” he growled. “You can’t do that. I can’t hold back.”
She rubbed her clit a few more times and reached through to massage his balls again.
Ryder slapped his hips against her hard as she ground into him when he held himself still. His fingers gripped her hips with such strength she felt herself being lifted up as he moved faster into her.
She could feel him getting closer and closer. Irene rubbed her clit hard with her thumb and slipped her fingers between them. The pressure and feel of him fucking her was enough to send her over the edge. She came hard, pushing against him with everything she had.
He shuddered as his cock twitched inside her, and he came.
Ryder collapsed on top of her, boneless and tired.
They stayed like that for some time before Ryder moved. She yelped when he rolled onto his back and took her with him.
Irene sat on him, her back to his front. She turned to look at him.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
Ryder pulled her back and surged up into her. She sucked in a breath, pleasure spreading from her center.
“I’ve waited for you for months,” he whispered in her ear. “I can’t leave here without having you as many times as I can.”
He held her hips as he rammed himself into her. Her eyes were half-closed, her pleasure building.
Irene pulled away and sat up. He was so frantic it was like he wasn’t going to be there tomorrow.
“What’s this all about?” she asked quietly.
Ryder turned away. She climbed on top of him, this time facing forward. When she pushed him into her, he groaned and looked at her.
She slid up and down on him. When he brought his hands to skim her breasts, she locked her fingers with his.
“When we get back to everything, you’ve got about a million reasons not to be with me,” he said and looked away. “I just want to give you one good reason why you should. And then if you don’t, at least I’ll have one night with the only woman that mattered.”
Never had she felt so much love for someone. Something caught in her throat as she started to speak. She leaned down and kissed him deeply, too choked up to even try and say anything intelligible. When she sat back up, Irene couldn’t hide the tears that streamed down her face.
“How about the million reasons I should be with you?” she choked out.
Ryder stared at her in shock.
“Tonight isn’t the end of us,” she whispered. “It’s only the start.”
“I waited,” he said. “Just hoping you’d see me.”
Irene smiled. “I saw you,” she said. “I just wasn’t ready.”
“And now?” He peered deeply into her eyes.
Irene lifted up on him and slid back down on his still hard dick. “Just let me love you,” she said. “And love me.”
Ryder wrapped his arms around her and drew her in for a deep kiss.
“All I’ve ever wanted was your love,” he whispered.
They moved together, working each other, each of them pushing the other toward their climax. The pleasure continued to build up, almost overwhelming, threatening to explode. When Ryder touched her clit, and she spiraled into her climax, he followed not far behind.
Still on top of him, Irene tried to regain her breath.
She shrieked when Ryder rolled her onto the bottom and situated himself over her.
“Sleep!” She giggled. “I need sleep!”
He grinned down at her.
“Begging for mercy?”
She stuck out her tongue.
“Don’t stick it out unless you plan on using it,” he said, his tone serious.
Irene sighed in frustration. “Ryder.”
“Fine, fine,” he said. “I just have one thing to say before we get some sleep.”
Irene stared up at his face, more relaxed than before. She loved that she had been able to do that for him.
“From the moment I first saw you,” he said. “I’ve been able to think of nothing but you.”
She smiled. It was sweet.
“Since my scar, I’ve been falling. Hell, maybe even before. It might have even started with the contracting, but all I know is that you stopped that for me,” he said. His hand came up to cup her cheek. “You don’t have to say it, but I have to. I love you. I’ve always loved you.”
Irene leaned forward and kissed him.
“I always knew I’d give myself to the man I’d love forever,” she said.
Ryder blinked a few times before he smiled.
“Does this mean I need to buy a ring?”
Irene laughed and kissed him hard on the mouth.
“You are you mother’s son.” She winked. “Let’s just worry about getting out of here first. And I want my two weeks in the bedroom.”
Ryder grinned. “And after that?”
Irene shrugged. “Maybe a date?”
“Do I have to go home at the end?”
Irene ran her hand down his chest and nibbled his ear. “What do you think?” she whispered.
“I think you’d better quit if you want your sleep.”
Irene laughed and rolled over onto her side. When he came up from behind and pulled her back against him, it felt good.
“Good-night,” she whispered.
He squeezed her middle and kissed her shoulder.
“Night.”