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I didn’t care where in his house we had sex, as long as our bodies touched. Ryder lavished my stomach and legs with kisses and caresses, learning all over again what made me sigh and gasp. I did the same, my fingers dancing across the planes of his chest and abs.
Every inch of my body was awake and tingling with Ryder's touch. He deepened the kiss, and I tasted him on my lips. I moaned into his mouth, feeling a rush of desire. His hands moved down to my ass, my soft flesh yielding to his firm grasp.
He looked into my eyes, his hazel orbs filled with lust and desire. I couldn’t help but smile, feeling the power of this moment.
The warmth of Ryder's living room was nothing compared to the heat we were creating, our bodies entwined on the plush carpet that now served as our makeshift sanctuary. I could feel every contour of his muscles against me, the strength in his arms as he held me close, and the fervent beat of his heart melding with my own. Our breaths mingled while the dim glow from a floor lamp cast shadows over us.
He reached for the waistband of his joggers and briefs and pulled them down, revealing his toned body and erection. I bit my lip, unable to tear my eyes away from him. He looked like a Greek god, every muscle defined, every movement smooth and confident.
He climbed on top of me, our bodies melding together perfectly. He kissed me again, his tongue exploring my mouth as his hips started to move against me. His cock rubbed between my thighs, sending pleasure through me with every thrust.
Our skin was hot, slick with sweat. My hands roamed over his back, feeling the muscles ripple with every move. He pushed himself up, giving me a wicked grin as he reached for his discarded pants on the floor. “Don’t want to forget this.” I watched as he got a condom from his wallet and rolled it onto his erection. For several brief beats, I wondered what it would be like to feel his cock hot and bare in my warm, wet pussy, to feel him come inside me.
He positioned himself between my legs. I lifted my hips until I felt the tip at my entrance. He gave me a lustful stare. Without breaking eye contact, he thrusted into me, filling me completely. I groaned, my body arching up to meet his.
He was so big tonight. The sensation was indescribable, a mix of pleasure and pain, of surrender and dominance. Ryder's hips moved in a perfect rhythm, his body a masterful instrument. Each movement sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, my body clenching around him.
He pulled out slightly, then plunged back in, his gaze never leaving mine. His eyes were molten gold in the dim light. I sensed the possessiveness contained within that threatened to consume him. Instead of intimidating me, it only served to heighten my own desire, my need for him.
Ryder teased me with expertise, his lips tracing a flirtatious path along my collarbone, whispering promises that sent shivers down my spine. The sensation of him inside me—filling me completely—was overwhelming, a crescendo of desire that I never wanted to end.
"Ryder.” His name was a long moan on my lips. I gasped, my fingers digging into the sinew of his shoulders, nails likely leaving crescents imprinted in his flesh. I was lost in the moment, in the sensations, in the man on top of me. I could feel his heart pounding against mine, his breath ragged.
Sexual pleasure steadily built inside me as he took my arms over my head, pinning them while he fucked me in repeated long, deep thrusts. His body shook as he reached his own peak. He plunged deep one last time. Through the thin barrier of the condom, I sensed the pulsing heat, the finality of his climax that had him uttering my name like a sacred incantation.
Sweat dropped from his brow onto my chest as he leaned down. Before the aftershocks of his orgasm had time to dissipate, Ryder spoke to me in my ear. "Do you want to be in control?" Each word was a brushstroke of temptation.
His question was a husky whisper, his breath warm on my cheek. I didn't know exactly what he meant by control, but I wanted to experience everything with him. I hesitated for only a fraction of a second, captivated by the idea, before nodding. "Yes," I breathed out, not entirely certain of what would come next but fueled by a surge of empowerment.
With a smile that hinted at both admiration and anticipation, Ryder adjusted our bodies with an athlete’s grace. His strong hands guided me effortlessly until I was straddling him, the new position offering a different perspective, a different power dynamic. Positioned above him, I took a moment to appreciate the reversal, the way the low light caught on our glistening figures. My body was taut with pent up erotic tension.
I took the lead, my hips finding a rhythm that made my heart thunder against my ribs. The soft grind of my knees against the plush carpet was a minor discomfort compared to the mounting pleasure that spiraled within me. Ryder's hands roamed over my body, his touch lighting fires on every inch of skin he grazed.
"Fuck, Ava," he groaned, his voice strained with desire as his fingers dug gently into the flesh of my hips, guiding me, urging me on. He lifted his head to draw one taut nipple into his mouth, sucking with a fervor that sent electric shocks straight to my core.
My breath hitched, and I threw my head back, lost in the sensations, the way my body moved fluidly over his. His tongue flicked and swirled, teasing my sensitive peaks until I could feel the pressure building like a storm within me. I rode him harder, chasing the climax that danced just out of reach, spurred on by the need in his eyes and the relentless pursuit of our shared pleasure.
"Ryder," I panted, my movements growing more desperate. He met each of my thrusts with his own, a silent promise that he was with me, for me. I could feel every inch of him, hard and ready beneath me, and it drove me wild.
"Come for me, beautiful," he murmured against my skin, his words a mix of command and plea that unraveled any remaining restraint I had.
I increased the pace. I arched my back, crying out as the orgasm took over, sending me into a world of bliss. Ryder continued to thrust, driving me higher and higher with each movement.
My name spilled from Ryder's lips like a benediction, his grip on me both anchor and wings as I soared and shattered, pieces of me reforming under the intensity of his gaze, in the sanctuary of his arms.
I collapsed on top of him. We lay there, our bodies still joined, our breaths ragged and uneven. I heard his heart thundering against mine before my eyes drifted closed.
Chapter Eight
AVA
Iawoke with a start. The bedroom came into gradual focus as the morning sun streamed in through the blinds. Ryder's bedroom. I guess we made it here somehow after last night’s romp on the rug. I glanced over at the empty space beside me, the rumpled sheets still holding a shadow of his body heat.
As I stretched, exhilaration and conflict sparred within me. Last night had been incredible, even more than our first night. I became passionate in a way I'd never experienced before. But it also complicated everything. This assignment, my heart...
I could hear sounds from the kitchen down the hall - cabinets opening, the sizzle of bacon on the stove. My stomach rumbled from the delicious aroma. I wasn’t going to solve any of my internal battles with that smell competing for my attention. With a sigh, I dragged myself out of bed and slipped on Ryder's t-shirt from last night. His scent wrapped me in a warm, comforting hug.
Way to make your life harder, Ava.
