“Any closer and I’ll be on top of you.” She giggles.
“That’s not a bad idea.” I grab her and straddle her legs over my hips. My erection stirs to life. “I’ve wanted you on top of me since the moment we met.”
Alana steadies herself with one hand on my chest, rubbing her index finger over the tiny hole on my left pec. “It scarred.”
I put my hand over hers. “It doesn’t bother me. In fact, I like it. It’s a little piece of you.”
“I still feel bad.”
“Then make it up to me.” I flex my pelvis.
“You’re insatiable,” she teases me.
“Of course, I am. Look at who’s sitting on top of me.” I shimmy my hips, anxious to be inside her.
“I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“You don’t need to know what you’re doing, you just need to feel.”
“Feel?”
“Mmm hmm.” I sit up so we are nose to nose. “Use your instincts. Go with what feels right.”
“What if you don’t like it?” She bites her lip.
Every time she shows her vulnerability, it beguiles me. It’s always so unexpected.
“Not in a million. There isn’t anything you do that I don’t like.” I push some hair behind her ear as she stares back at me timidly. “Kiss me.”
Alana leans in, and I wrap one arm around her waist, trapping her against my body. Our tongues roll together fervently as we quickly get lost in the taste of each other. The friction of our skin becoming so intense it burns us up with need. I eagerly grab her ass and push her down until I’m completely sheathed inside her. Fuck, she feels so good. Tight and warm and wet.
“Ryan?” she pants as I slowly guide her up with my hands.
“Yeah?” She sits all the way down on me, and my brain cells scatter.
“Why did you say you love that someone like me could love someone like you?”
She picks now to ask me this?
I still our movements and look into her eyes as my erection throbs inside her.
“Alana,” I exhale, trying to align a coherent thought. “I just meant we’re different.”
There, I said it.
“Different? Explain.”
“I just... I meant...” I have no idea how to articulate this. “You’re you, and I’m me.” I shrug.
She studies me. The soft glow of the candlelight is shimmering off her pink cheeks. “You think because I have money and a nice house I’m better than you?”
“I think because you’re beautiful, smart, rich, and funny you’re too good for me,” I correct her.
“Ryan...” She lets my name linger as she stares at me intently. “That’s bullshit,” she declares then pushes me down onto my back.
“I don’t think so,” I disagree.
“You don’t know anything,” she argues.