His fingers dip into my pussy and I’m tempted to drop my head in pleasure, but I don’t. I do as he’s asked and watch. The scene is erotic, but romantic and sweet at the same time. It’s as if I’m about to explode, to detonate and kill us both in the aftermath and what a way to go. “Look at this perfect pussy, Kierra. You feel how my fingers fit inside you?” I nod because there are no words to what this man is making me feel. “Look at your breasts, see how beautiful they are. Really look at yourself.” As he talks his fingers pump into me and the knot in my stomach tightens, the need and ache I’ve had for him for all this time is tugging and pulling at me. Showing me how much we belong together.
“Ryan, oh God…” My moans are languid and my body is like putty in his hands. All I need is the release he’s promising; the orgasm he’s taunting me with. My toes curl into the soft carpet and I grip his hips behind me as my own buck and roll against his hand.
“Mmm, my beautiful Kiki. Do you like fucking my fingers, baby?” Those filthy words in Ryan’s low timber skyrockets my need. As he growls in my ear every nerve in my body comes alive. My aching clit is hard and throbbing, needing his touch.
“Yes, Ryan, fuck.” My words are incoherent as his hand moves faster, his fingers fuck me deeper and when he crooks them against a spot inside me my body flies apart and I cry out. The image of me coming from his touch is incredible and I feel my orgasm rip through me. Shuddering in his tight hold, my body softens against him, molding to him as he keeps me upright.
“So beautiful, Kiki. And you know what?” He whispers in my ear, teasing the lobe with his lips. “You are mine. Okay? All woman and all fucking mine.” Slowly he slips his fingers from my drenched core and lifts them to my lips. “Taste yourself.” I obey his command and lick the slick arousal from his digits. It’s sweet and tangy, but watching him in the mirror while I do it is the most erotic thing I’ve ever done.
He grips my hips and spins me around. Leaning in, he licks and sucks on my lips, our tongues dart around, teasing each other and I suck on his, earning myself a deep groan. When we finally break apart, dark pools pierce me, holding me hostage in their hypnotic pull.
“Ryan.” I utter his name with desire and his lips quirk into that sexy smile I’ve come to know and love.
“All mine. I want to make love to you now.” I nod and he once again plants a kiss on my lips. Slipping his hand in mine, he tugs me over to the bed and lays me down. His movements are gentle and sweet, and when he pushes his briefs down I gasp at his rock-hard cock. I’ve seen it before, I’ve felt it inside me, but somehow at this moment it’s bigger and thicker than I remember.
“Please, Ryan, I want you inside me.” I lift up on my elbows and watch as he crawls onto the bed. There’s no need for condoms and I’m grateful. After our first time, I told him I’m on the pill, and I trust him with my life. I know everything about this beautiful man.
He hovers over my body and a small needy whimper falls from my lips when the crown of his cock nudges my sex. Instinctively, my hips buck, and he chuckles at me. “Don’t rush, Kiki, soon I’ll be inside you. He reaches between us and leisurely strokes my sex, then grips his cock and teases me again by rubbing the crown up and down my pussy.
“God, Ryan, please. Just fuck me already.” The words tumble in an order from my mouth and he doesn’t waste anytime impaling me on his length. My nails dig into his back, and as I scratch down the smooth skin, his growl is evidence that I drive him as crazy as he does me.
“You feel so good. So perfect around me.” His husky words whisper over my breasts as he takes one taut nipple into his mouth suckling it, nibbling the sensitive bud.
My legs wrap around his waist as he fills me, over and over again. My body accepts him. We fit together like a melody with lyrics. “I need you faster.” My hands reach down, gripping his tight ass, pulling him tighter against me as my moans echo along with the sound of skin, and the scent of sex mingles with the air around us. Our own erotic symphony.
“You’re. Mine. Every. Inch. Of. You.” He spears me with every word. Jolts to my heart diminish every fear and I’m falling into the abyss along with him. I love him. I need him.
My body bows against his, and he drives deeper sending me soaring. “Yessss…” I hiss out the word and dig my nails into his shoulders as his body locks and I feel him shoot jet after jet of release inside me.
* * *
Soft murmurs rouse me and when I roll over, I find Ryan on the phone. His back is facing me and I over hear him talking and I realize it must be Liam. “Yes, she’s sleeping. We’ll be home when we can, there are things we need to sort out. She’s mine, I’m never leaving her.” The words fill my heart and my eyes tear up with emotion. With love and devotion to a man who knows the real me and still wants me.
He hangs up a moment later and I shut my eyes quickly before he discovers me eavesdropping. “I know you’re awake, baby,” he chuckles and I crack one eye, peeking up at him. Dark eyes regard me with amusement. “How much of that did you hear?” He questions, climbing back under the covers, circling my waist, he tugs me against him and I bask in his warmth.
“Only the part about you telling Liam I’m the love of your life and you’re not leaving me,” I murmur on a shy smile. My voice groggy from all the moaning and screaming I did last night. There’s a delicious ache between my thighs and I can’t help smiling at the memory of how many times we made love last night.
“Good, that’s the most important part.” He plants a soft kiss on my forehead and my eyes flutter and my belly tingles with the flutter of butterflies. Ryan has a way of consuming me, my every thought, and my body. There’s no explanation for what he does to me besides turning me to mush.
Last night, he both devoured me and claimed me, in every way possible. We got to know each other in ways that would make me blush every time I’d recall them. As if he were playing an instrument, he used my body to elicit sounds from me I didn’t know I could make.
When I took him in my mouth, I savored his taste. Sweet, salty, just Ryan. I wanted to please him as much as he’d pleased me, and from the look on his face, I accomplished my mission. The faint hint of sunlight bathes us as we lie in each other’s arms and I wonder if this is finally my happy ending.
Later today I’ll see the doctor, get the results back from my blood tests. I’ve been religious about my health since I found out about the gene that’s in my body, the one that could change my life forever, and already has. It’s difficult as a woman to know your life is threatened by something so small, yet so volatile. I watched my mom suffer. I saw her deteriorate before my very eyes. A strong-willed, beautiful woman, weakened by a mutation in her body. When they found the cancer it was too far gone to treat. We didn’t have a choice but to allow her to fade.
Months I spent by her side, but it wasn’t only her, I watched my father disappear further into despair as he watched the woman he loved die. For years after she died, he retreated from himself, from me. Even though he did his best, it was something that I saw pained him. His heart was broken, fragmented with memories of her. Of their life together.
That’s the reason I pushed Ryan away for so long. I didn’t want him to go through that. I love him too much to know he’ll be in such agony if he ever lost me. Or had to watch me go through that. “Ki?” His voice drags me from the millions of questions and thoughts running rampant through my mind.
Lifting my gaze, I meet his concerned stare.
“Are you okay, baby?” Nodding, I shift so I’m practically lying on his chest. Our faces inches apart and my mouth hungry to feel his lips on mine.
“I’m thinking, wondering how I got this lucky,” I murmur.
“It’s me that’s the lucky one, Kierra. I don’t want you worrying about anything. I’m here, I’m not leaving, and once your father gives me permission, I’m marrying you.” His words, his confession stills my heart. Our eyes lock in a stand-off and as much as I want to deny him, to tell him to find someone who isn’t threatened with an uncertain future, I don’t. Instead, I smile. A real, genuine grin.
“I haven’t agreed, and who knows, I may find some rich, sexy rock star who isn’t as stubborn as you,” I giggle when he tugs me closer.
“Don’t even think about it,” he mumbles into my hair. “Get some rest, and I’ll go to the doctor with you later,” he promises and as a yawn falls from my lips, I do fall under allowing myself to dream.