“God, Ruby. You’re killing me.”
His cock was mere inches from my lips. I knew what he wanted, and I wanted to touch every part of him. I lowered my head slightly and slid my tongue along the top of his cock.
He groaned.
I moved toward the head and licked at it. A drop of liquid coated my tongue. It was salty.
He groaned again, and his cock pulsed.
I couldn’t help a smile. I had power over him right now. He was at my mercy. Instead of taking him between my lips as I knew he craved, I knelt down farther and licked the underside of his cock, all the way to his balls. They were coated with fine black hair and scrunched up close to his body. I touched my lips to them and kissed them. They smelled musky and masculine, like the rest of him. I inhaled the earthy scent. Mmm.
“Jesus,” he said.
“Move your legs apart,” I said.
He obeyed, and I kissed the softness of his inner thighs while I trailed my hands over his quads. So firm and warm, while the inner part was so soft.
Ryan Steel was the perfect combination of hard and soft. Of strength and compassion.
I laid my cheek against his hard thigh and sighed.
And then I found myself lying on the bed. He’d lifted me so quickly and with such minimal effort I’d hardly noticed.
“Baby, you’re driving me slowly insane.” He hovered over me, perspiration rivering over his face.
“I just wanted to touch every part of you.”
“I get that. I hope I didn’t disappoint.”
“Of course not. Except that I didn’t get past your thighs.”
“Later,” he said. “Time for me to give you a little of the torture you gave me.”
Chapter Eighteen
Ryan
I was pulled tighter than a drum skin. I’d been clenching my teeth, tensing my muscles, trying not to spew my load just from her fingers and tongue on my flesh. She had no idea what her touch did to me, but she was about to find out.
I began slowly, as she had, sitting next to her supine body, softly fingering her cheeks, her ears, her brows. I stroked her jawline and slid my fingers over her neck to her shoulders. Goose bumps erupted on her skin, and I smiled to myself. I had as much effect on her as she had on me.
Her breasts were rosy and swollen, her pink-brown nipples hard and protruding. I longed to take one between my lips, to thumb them. But not yet. I would tease her as she had teased me.
I moved my h
ands over her chest, fingering the soft skin of the upper parts of her breasts. I ached to touch those tight nipples with my fingers, but I circled around her areolas, avoiding the pink-brown skin.
She closed her eyes, moaning, and I knew what she wanted. Just one touch to the turgid nipples. It would feel so good to her. But no. I moved over the beautiful globes of her breasts and then down her flat belly to her navel, a perfect little wink in her smooth skin. I glided my fingers down her sides, over the swells of her hips, and then I spread her legs ever so slightly. I fingered her vulva and entwined the hair of her short bush through my fingers. And then I dipped below. Smoothed my fingers through her wet folds.
She tensed up, moaning.
But I moved to her inner thighs, stroking them as she had stroked mine. Her skin was so soft, so silky, and just touching her made my dick grow even firmer. How I longed to place myself between her legs and shove it into her deeply.
But even if things were different and I wasn’t teasing her, I couldn’t do that.
She’s a virgin, Ryan.
Don’t forget that.