Still on his knees, Ryan lifts one of my legsonto his shoulder then leans forward slightly, bracing himself onthe edge of the couch. He sinks one finger, then another inside meand I jolt. God, I can’t even remember the last time we did this.Never taking his eyes off mine, he pushes my legs farther apart,heightening the sensation of his touch. I become nothing butripples of need and liquidly want under the strokes and lashes ofhis commanding fingers.
“What do you want, Alana?” he asks in a huskyvoice, flicking my spot.
I can’t even reply his touch feels so good.It’s drowning me. I close my eyes, throw my head back and buck myhips, but he grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Tell mewhat you want,” he orders, his blue eyes feral, wanton,rapturous.
“You,” I choke out, as he inches me closer tothe edge.
He drops my leg and pulls me further down thecouch to where my butt is barely on the cushion. He lifts my armsup, pinning them over my head then kisses me hard; his hipsstalling an inch away from mine; tormenting me. I struggle to move,the anticipation of what’s to come is exasperating.
“Say my name.” He licks up my neck, a hottantalizing caress. “I need to hear you say it.” He always needs tohear me say it, especially when we’re like this.
My heart is beating out of my chest and thelower half of my body feels like it’s about to detonate.
“Ryan,” I implore, and just before I don’tthink I can bear another second of his teetering torture, he slipsdeep inside me. The friction catapults me, and I let out a cry.Fuck.I fling my head back into the couch as Ryan goes towork. Coaxing me with his hips and cajoling me with his voice;drawing out every inch of my desire.
In no time at all I’m clinging to him,digging my plum-polished fingernails into his back as my bodyfreefalls into oblivion.
When I blink my eyes open, and remember whereI am, Ryan is tensing on top of me, caught in the middle of hisorgasm. It’s beautiful to watch. It’s beautiful to feel. And itmakes me all warm and wanted and not so disconnected from theworld.
He drops down when he’s done panting wildly.“Fuck, I missed you,” he murmurs as he encases my body in hisarms.
I giggle satisfied, running my hands throughhis hair. “Missed me how exactly?”
Ryan groans lazily. “I missed kissing youhere,” he plants his lips between my breasts. “And here,” he suckson my neck. “And here,” he nips my earlobe with his teeth. “Butmost of all here,” he swipes his thumb between my thighs where I’mall sticky and wet.
“I missed you kissing me there too.” I quiveras he sends tingles straight to my tailbone.
Ryan falls back onto the floor, dragging myloose, languid body with him, positioning me on his lap. His pantsare still around his ankles and his hair is a fluffed up mess. Heencircles his arms around me and I drop my head back onto hisshoulder. We just sit there quietly and bask, Ryan petting me allover.Mmmmmm.
“I love it when you’re on break from school,”Ryan says licking my neck; one, long hot stroke after theother.
“Me too. I can’t believe it’s my last one.One more semester then it’s off to the real world.”
Ryan freezes mid lick. “The real world,” herepeats.
“Is there something wrong with the realworld?” I ask.
“No.” He answers and then goes back tobrushing his tongue against my skin.
“Ryan what’s wrong?” I roll my eyes inecstasy. That feels so effing good.
“Nothing’s wrong.”
“I don’t’ believe you.”
Ryan lifts his head and looks at me with big,blue vigilant eyes. I know he has something to tell me. I can seeit on his face and feel it in his taut muscles enclosed aroundme.
“I just don’t know if I’m ready to share youwith the real world.”
“You don’t have to share me, I’m allyours.”
He drops his forehead to mine. “And I’m allyours.”
“Ryan, are you sure nothing’s wrong?” I askagain, suddenly worried.
“Yes, I’m sure. I’d tell you if there was.”He shifts me off him, lowering me down onto my back. He runs hishands all over my naked body, kissing all the places he said hemissed.
“Ah!”I tense when he drops his headbetween my knees. And just like that, words cease to exist.