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“Yes, so I’ll ask again, why don’t you fuck my soul out of me on this floor, then? Or were you just talking shit?”
He released a low growl as he leaned in and captured my mouth, quickly slipping his tongue inside, embarking on a search for mine. Finding it, he caressed it one moment, battled it the next, all while easing me onto my back on the floor. I lay beneath him, opening my jean-clad legs, allowing him to settle between them. His erection rested on my core, sending tremors through me at the mere thought of feeling it inside of me. As he continued to seize my mouth, I wrapped my arms around him and moaned. We could’ve stayed right there, mouths fused, fully-clothed for the rest of the evening, and I wouldn’t have complained, but as good as this felt, I knew what was to come would be so much better.
He snaked his hand under my t-shirt and found my right breast, raking his finger over the taut nipple before palming the breast. I was glad I’d decided not to wear a bra.
He alternated playing with each breast for a few moments as he continued kissing me, and then moved his hand down my stomach to the top of my jeans. Fumbled with the closure before removing his mouth from mine, and mumbling, “Shit.”
He got my jeans open a second later, and I lifted my butt so he could shimmy them off me. He didn’t bother to remove my panties, just moved them to the side and plunged a finger inside of me. I gasped, leaving my mouth in an “o” as he thrust another finger inside of me. He was staring so intently at me that it became too much coupled with him stroking me, so I closed my eyes, heard him shift on the carpet, and then felt the warmth of his tongue as he flicked it against my clit, his fingers still inside of me.
“Ooooooh!” I screamed.
He flicked his tongue up and down several times, causing my legs to quiver and my mind to race.
“Oh, oh, oh!!!!!” I shouted, as I involuntarily reached down and clutched his head, letting my fingers sink into his thick, curly hair.
If I’d thought his fingers felt good, his mouth felt unquestionably sublime. I felt as if I was losing control of…everything—my thoughts, my desires, my body as it jerked and pressure swarmed the lower part of my torso. My senses were heightened and dulled at the same time. I desperately wanted him to stop, because this kind of pleasure was tortuous. But I knew if he did stop, I would completely come undone.
As he rolled his tongue over my clit while humming along with another Isley song that had begun to autoplay, the pressure building inside of me hit its peak, coiled up in a tight ball, and burst with such force that I yelled, “Shiiiiiiiiiiit!!!!” at the top of my lungs, my legs trembling. I have no idea when he undressed. All I know is as I lay there limp, trying to catch my breath and regulate my heartbeat, he entered me—sliding inside me slowly, causing my already spasming core to spasm even more. His mouth covered mine, devouring my yelp of surprise as he sank deep into me and eased out.
He ended the kiss, locked his hypnotic eyes on me, and murmured, “Shit…”
His eyes fluttered closed as he entered me again, eased opened as he glided out. Again, he said, “Shit.”
The third time he said it, he shouted the word, giving me a look that was somewhere in between disbelief and ecstasy. I grabbed him, kissed him, tried to figure out how it was possible for him to feel so good inside of me. As he continued to slide in and out of my deluged core, I decided it wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be. I was dreaming.
Then he leaned in and nipped my neck with his teeth, causing only a modicum of pain, but I knew the pain was real, and if the pain was real, so was the pleasure.
“Ryan…” I whimpered.
He raised my shirt, lowered his head, and flicked his tongue across my left nipple before covering it with his warm mouth, sucking it like it provided his only source of sustenance. It was all too much for me…again. The pressure was back in force, building, swarming, and eventually, releasing all over again, leaving me wetter, slicker. Ryan didn’t seem to mind as he slid out of me, inserted a finger, and slipped it in his mouth. “Mmm,” he moaned.
“Ryan…” I reached up to kiss him, but he shook his head and plunged his finger back inside of me, this time easing it into my mouth for me to taste myself. I lapped my tongue out, hungrily tasting my own juices as he plunged back inside me.
I closed my eyes, turning my head from side to side.
“How many orgasms is that? Two? I think you’ve got another one in you,” he said, as he picked up the pace of his lovemaking.
I shook my head. “No…I can’t.”
He reached between us, sliding a finger across my clit. “Yeah, you can.”
I looked up at him, saw no smile on his face, and knew he was serious. “Ryan,” I said, “I don’t think I can take anymore.”
He squeezed my clit, thrust deeper inside of me. “Yes, you can, baby.”
I clamped my mouth shut, because I knew I would explode again. He was making sure of it. And hell, it wasn’t like I really didn’t want it to happen.
When I climaxed for the third time, I feared my heart would stop or my lungs would collapse as I screamed his name loud enough that I was sure the police would be there soon to investigate the disturbance. And seconds later, Ryan roared, his body stiffening before he collapsed on top of me.
My eyes popped open, and I took in my surroundings. We were still on his floor, him spooned behind me sound asleep. My eyes fell on an empty condom wrapper lying a few inches away from me, then shifted to our discarded clothes. The room smelled of pizza, Ryan’s cologne, a hint of my perfume, and sex. Initially, I wasn’t sure what had awakened me. Then I became aware of his erection pressing against my ass, and I began to liquify again.
Damn. He had one hell of an effect on me.
“You up?” he asked, startling me.
“Yeah,” I said softly.
“You okay?”
