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I grabbed him and pulled him into my home, slammed the door shut and slammed him against the door.
“Baby…” he said, his surprised eyes on me.
I didn’t respond, just grabbed his royal blue Oxford shirt and pulled it out of his khakis, lifting it and rubbing my hands over his hard stomach, feeling it tremble a bit beneath my touch.
“Baby, what are you doing?” he asked huskily, reaching for me, sinking a hand into my hair.
My eyes met his as my hands slid up to his chest. “Trying to see if you’re real.”
His eyes softened as he rested his hand on my cheek. “Yeah, baby. I’m real.”
“And you’re here?”
He lowered his head and brushed a gentle kiss against my lips. “I’m here.”
I returned his kiss with a passionate one of my own, tasting his tongue as I reached down and grasped him through his pants. He moaned into my mouth and broke away from me, quickly spinning me around, pinning me to the door with his body. He buried his face in the back of my neck while gripping my ass, inching his hand under my butt and between the legs that I instantly spread for him, rubbing my yoni through the cloth of my pants.
I moaned and slapped my hands against the door as he moved to the side of my neck and began sucking on my flesh. Reaching behind me, I grabbed the back of his head as his teeth grazed my skin with him rubbing me harder and harder between my legs. And then he moved his hand and pressed his erection against me, shifting his head to the other side of my neck, sucking on it. I reached behind myself again, this time resting my hand on his crotch, rubbing him through his pants.
And then he was gone.
His hands, his mouth, no longer touching me. The warmth of his body, missing. I spun around, frantic, afraid that it had really been a fantasy or my mind playing a trick on me. Maybe being thrust back into the loneliness that had been my existence before him, had fractured my mind and driven me insane.
But there he was, stepping out of his pants, unbuttoning his shirt, and then…naked, reaching for me. I started unfastening my pants, but he moved closer to me, grabbing my hand and shaking his head. He gently pulled my plum-colored blouse from my pants, his eyes glued to mine as he ripped it open, sending buttons flying to the floor. Then, as roughly as he’d ripped it open, he tenderly slid the blouse down my arms, letting it fall to the floor as he leaned in and slid his tongue across my lips. He reached behind me and unfastened my bra with one hand, pulling it off me and freeing my breasts, then grabbed the front of my pants and pulled me closer, easing his hand into the back of them and grabbing a handful of my ass as he kissed me again, this time slipping his tongue into my mouth, hungrily devouring mine. I wrapped my arms around him, gripped his ass, and moaned when he snatched my pants open, breaking the closure and yanking them and my panties down over my butt. I kicked out of them as he backed away from me again.
“Turn around,” he commanded.
I did, standing there as he dragged his hand down my back, and said, “Bend over.”
I looked around and was turning toward the couch when he said, “No, right there.”
Desperately wanting to feel him inside me, I placed my hands on the floor and spread my legs, barely steadying myself before I felt him behind me, entering me swiftly. “Shit!” I screamed.
He rubbed his hand across my ass as he slowly slid out of my wetness and quickly plunged back inside of me, repeating his thrusts at the same rhythm, eliciting whimpers from me as I braced myself, digging my fingernails into the carpet.
“Angie, baby,” he murmured, his hands tightly gripping my hips as he drove into me.
“Ryan!” I shouted.
He stopped, wrapping an arm around my waist and lifting me from the floor while still inside me, backing both of us up to the couch. Sitting down, he held me in his lap and planted gentle kisses up and down my back as he reached around, his fingers finding my treasure. Spreading my legs for him, I leaned back against him, breathing heavily. “I missed you,” I muttered.
“I missed you, too,” he mumbled against my back, using his free hand to grasp my breast. I wiggled my ass a little, and he moved his hands, allowing me to turn around and straddle him, using my hand to guide him inside of me as I flicked my tongue out of my mouth to meet his. I grinded slowly as he snaked his arms around me and pulled me closer to him, squeezing my breasts against his chest as he closed his eyes and threw his head back.
“Damn, baby!” he shouted.
I gyrated in his lap faster and faster, until I reached my peak, convulsing and releasing a moan as he held me to him, still inside of me. He lifted me from his body, lying me on the sofa and stretching his body over mine, consuming my mouth for a brief moment before kissing his way down my body, to my slippery core, dipping his tongue inside me to taste me before sliding it over my pearl, making me shudder and my weak legs tremble.
“Ryan…” I whispered.
He palmed my breast as he rolled his tongue over my clit, making me feel frenzied and out of control. I writhed beneath him, wondered if my heart could endure another orgasm so soon, and when I did climax, I screamed his name as his face met mine again and he glided inside of me while staring into my eyes. He buried himself deeper and deeper inside of me, his eyes fluttering open and closed as if he was in ecstasy.
“Ryan…I love you so much.”
He gazed down at me, those eyes of his peering into my soul as they often did. “Tell me again,” he said without missing a beat of lovemaking.
“I love you, Ryan Boyé.”
“Again…”
“I love you.”
“Again…”
“I love you. I love you…”
He smiled. “I love you, too, baby. More than I can ever show you.” He kissed me again, thrusting until he released, taking me with him and gifting me with a third orgasm.