CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE
Ryder
All patience is gone the moment she gives me permission.
I'm a starved man, stripped of anything except desire for the woman standing before me. I take no time, give no mercy. Any thought of taking my time and worshiping her the way she deserves goes right out the window.
Refusing to waste time, I unzip my pants and free the raging erection smothered behind them. I hoist her up against the door, her legs wrapping around me. Our lips crash together as I buck my hips upward, my cock driving into her.
Her gasp of pleasure is so goddamn sexy.
“Top down, baby. Let me see you.”
She unties the fabric around her neck, and the satin slips down, revealing her breasts. Her tits bounce against my chest, free from the satin material restricting them. Hardened nipples tease me, rubbing against my shirt and sending jolts straight to my balls.
“God, you’re perfect,” I groan as I thrust into her again.
It’s been a long time—too long—since I’ve felt her. Christ, does she feel good. Better than I even remember, and those memories are ingrained in my damn brain. Soft, wet perfection.
Her hand covers her mouth as I continue my assault on her. I feel her tighten, the walls of her pussy holding me in, despite the punishment I’m giving it. Needing more, I carry her to the countertop and set her down. She puts her palms behind her on the counter, her head back, teeth biting her lip.
“Oh, Ryder.”
Fuck yes.
Weeks of waiting and wanting over. Damn the consequences. This is worth everything.
She is worth everything.
“Harder.” The instruction is clear. My girl wants it harder, and what Ember wants, Ember gets from this moment forward. I slide out of her and allow her to ease off the counter. She looks sexy as fuck with her hands against the wall, her satin dress pooled around her waist, and her bare ass pushed toward me.
The sound of sex fills the air—we fill the air—panting, moaning, slick skin slapping against soaked pussy. This time when I move, she doesn’t bother to stifle the cry. She calls out my name, her orgasm threatening to swallow her whole. The sound she makes as she topples over the edge sends me following. Buried deep inside her, I grind against her ass, making sure to feel every inch of her.
The minute I pull out, she gathers herself and darts for a stall. I’m not sure if it’s to clean up or to avoid me. I certainly wouldn’t blame her for the latter. This was not how tonight was supposed to go, though I suppose it was inevitable. We’ve been dancing around our attraction for weeks. As much as I tried to deny it, deep down, I knew it would happen.
Now that it has, what do we do about it?
Even after having her again, I’m not done with her. I still want more.
I’m relaxed and resting my shoulder against the wall when she finally emerges from the stall.
“You’re still here.”
“Did you think I’d leave?”
“Hoped?” she says with a slight shrug.
“Why’s that?”
She laughs softly. “Well, we did what we intended. Our night is over.”
“It doesn’t have to be.” She looks at me as though I’ve grown a second head or maybe a third eye. Either way, she clearly thinks I’m crazy. For the record, so do I, but I can’t seem to stop the words from coming.
“What if we tried this?”
“Tried what, exactly?”
“This. Us. No feelings. Just sex.”