“I didn’t expect anything more, that’s for sure.”
“I have no idea how to take that, so I won’t comment on it,” I said.
I plucked the wine glass from her hand, but her eyes never left my face. Her body was calling to me. Her waist was begging for my hands. Maybe it was the nighttime sky filtering in through the windows or the excitement of needing her in a very unsexual way. Maybe it was watching how easily she adapted to her surroundings or how wonderful she looked at three thirty in the morning with sleep still clouding her vision.
But whatever it was that drew me to her, it forced my arm around her waist.
Then it forced her body against mine.
Then it forced our lips together before it forced her hands in my hair.
Whatever it was, however, I thanked my stars as I gripped her hips and rose her up onto the kitchen counter.
Because I was finally going to get a taste of the woman I kept going back for.
Ten
Emma
His hands slid up my bare skin as our lips undulated against one another. His touch was electric, sending sparks of lust jolting through my body. It had been years since I’d indulged this side of me. Years since I’d felt the touch of a man’s fingertips against my skin. His pushed my legs open at my knees and disconnected our lips, and I saw his eyes filled with a darkness that had overcome him.
He grabbed a bar stool from behind his back and sat down between my legs. My hands rushed to his hair as his lips fell to the tops of my knees. His hands shoved my nightgown up my body and his eyes glistened with desire when he saw my bare pussy between my legs.
“My, my. What a treasure this is,” Ryan said.
“I rushed out a little too… oh my gosh… fast.”
“I’ve never been a fan of lingerie anyway. Gets in the way of what I really want.”
His tongue slid up my thigh and I propped my heel up onto the edge of the counter. My body wasn’t even trying to conceal what I wanted. The grin on his face was devilish as I leaned back onto my forearms and I could feel his tongue getting closer to my warmth.
He scooted himself closer to the counter. Like he was bellying up to a buffet in a restaurant. I watched his face disappear between my legs as he held my gaze, but the second his tongue touched my pussy lips I was gone. My head fell back and my hips rose off the counter, and his tongue danced wildly along my clit.
I bit down on my lower lip to keep from making any sound. The kids were sleeping and Benjamin was only a hallway’s trek away from where we were. My toes curled as he sucked my pussy, flicking the tip of my clit at lightning speed. His fingers massaged my thighs and his nightly stubble ticked the sides of my pussy folds. My toes curled around the edge of the counter as his hands steadied my thighs, threatening to fold me in half and pin me down underneath his mouth.
And when my back fell to the counter, that was exactly what he did.
He bent my knees to my chest and pressed his tongue deep into my clit. I shivered and rocked, grinding against his lips as his tongue made quick work of my buttons. I felt my gut tightening. I felt my skin flushing. I saw stars bursting in the darkness of my vision as I bit down harder onto my lip. I was panting. Gasping. Stifling whimpers as his throat swallowed down the arousal I had to give him.
“Ryan. Oh my gosh. I… please…”
He moaned into my body and the vibrations ricocheted through my ribcage. I wrapped my thighs around his cheeks and clamped down onto his head. I rolled into his desperately as he planted his hands onto the counter. He growled and grunted, his tongue rocking side to side as I met my shivering end.
“Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.”
The choked chants of pleasure fell from my lips as his hands palmed my ass. He held me off the counter and pulled me closer to his face, like half of a fruit he was devouring with his mouth. I shook and trembled and my toes curled into his back. It felt as if my orgasm was never going to end until my back finally dropped to the counter.
His hands slid up to my waist and hooked around me, peeling me from the cool surface. I felt him attempting to steady me on my wobbling legs, then he flipped me around and pressed my cheek to the kitchen island. His hand was twisted in my hair and my juices were dripping down the insides of my thighs.
I could hear his pajama pants drop to the floor before he poised himself at my entrance.
I leaned heavily against the cold surface, unable to stand as he pushed into my body. His massive cock pushed against my swollen walls and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. I reached back and wrapped my hand around his wrist, looking for anything I could grab onto in order to brace myself against his assault.
And holy hell, did he set a beautiful pace.
He slammed into me, his balls smacking against my clit. I stood onto my tiptoes and ground my hips into him, trying to feel more of him at once. He filled me deeply. Completely. In ways I’d never experienced before. I could feel his cock already twitching against my walls and I pressed my hands into the edge of the counter.
He had me pinned, but it wasn’t as if I couldn't move.