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“Don’t worry about me.” He brought my hand back to my side.
The pressure built inside me. My hips lifted, meeting every thrust from his fingers. “I want you to feel good, too.”
“Later.” His voice was a dark, promising whisper in my ear. He pressed firm kisses on my lips. “Right now, seeing you like this pleases me.” His last words ended in a growl before his tongue swirled in my mouth.
The taste of him was salt and wildness. I wondered what that big cock of his tasted like. My body clenched while his fingers plunged inside me. “Don’t laugh, but this isn’t like me.”
“Why would that make me laugh?” I heard surprise in his response. His facial features, taut with desire, flickered for an instant to reflect the hidden emotion in his eyes. Seeing the vulnerability he revealed in that moment only made me want him more.
“I don’t know.” It was hard to form coherent sentences while he was stroking me. “Sometimes I feel...like I need...to be on my A game.”
“Just sometimes, Ava?” He gave me a knowing, sly look from beneath his eyebrows.
“Fine. Most times. You get it, though, right?”
“I’ll tell you what I get. Your hair spread behind you, your thighs open. The sexy smell of you in my car.”
His response made my nipples and pussy tighten. I heard his breath catch in his throat as my walls squeezed his fingers. “Ever since you stepped inside the gym with your laptop and long legs, you’re all I can think about.”
“Could’ve fooled me.”
“I tried.” A wicked smile slowly spread across his face. He countered my snarky little comment with a gentle nip on my lower lip and increased his massaging motion on my G-spot. “I thought I could fool myself, too. Big mistake, but I’m going to fix it.”
My knees bumped against the glove compartment and the manual shift. My legs were open, as far as the small space on the passenger side would allow. My dress was hiked high over one thigh and flung over to the other side of the seat. I couldn’t care less about how indecent I looked at this point, even if it were broad daylight.
Ryder heightened the pressure of his touch. My legs tensed as I teetered on the brink of climax. He pushed his fingers up on my G-spot and I fell over the edge into orgasm. I let out an audible exhale as my body trembled from the ecstasy, feeling heavy and then light.
I watched through near blurred vision as Ryder took his hand out of my panties. His fingers were slick and glistening with the evidence of him stimulating me. I looked at a drop trailing down his finger. “I didn’t know I could do that.” A bit embarrassed, I tugged my dress back down.
I watched in shock as he put his finger to his mouth and tasted. His eyes half-closed as though he sampled a delicacy. “You taste like sugar and sex. I want more of you.”
He wasted no time getting me out of the car. I was buzzed without the alcohol. My senses hummed from the orgasm, my body still felt it in small waves.
Ryder took my hand, his fingers wrapping around mine in a tight grip. "Come with me," he murmured, a hint of command in his voice. I felt a shiver run down my spine at the roughness of his tone, a thrill of excitement mixed with apprehension.
Even as I experienced the lingering effects of my climax, a new wave of need pushed through me. I wanted more of Ryder, more than his touch. Could I desire more than I could possibly handle?
He led me through the front hall of his house, his hand never leaving mine. Finally, we came to a door, and Ryder pushed it open, revealing the bedroom. As we stepped inside, he closed the door behind us, turning to face me. In the dim lighting, I could see the lust behind his eyes, a raw need that matched my own. His fingers brushed against my cheek, and I felt a jolt of electricity pass between us.
He pressed his lips to my mouth. His tongue swept inside. Heat trailed from his body, infusing with my skin. I stepped out of my heels. “My dress.” I murmured against his lips. “Take it off.”
His hands moved around the zipper at my lower back. I felt the velvet loosen until the dress fell away. Ryder halted his hands in mid-action, his gaze focused on my body. “Ava, you’re gorgeous.” As he trailed kisses down my neck, I let out a soft moan, unable to contain the passion building inside me.
He unhooked my strapless bra and tossed it aside. As he took my small breasts in his hands, he teased the nipples, causing them to harden beneath his touch. I arched my back, offering myself up to him. His back muscles flexed beneath my fingers as I clung to him, wanting him to explore this new arena of our relationship.
As he worked his way down my body, kissing every inch of my bare skin, I found myself losing control. I needed him, needed to feel him inside of me.
The back of my knees touched the bedframe. It didn't take long for him to work his way down my body. I heard his breath speed up. A fine sheen of sweat shone on his brow. His passion and desire radiated from him as he kissed every part of me, handling me with tenderness, as though I would disappear the second he took his lips away.
I wasn’t going anywhere else tonight but his bed.
He made his way down my body, kissing and nibbling at my breasts and my tummy. It was a pure tease after a while, but I loved every second of it. He pulled my wet panties off and pushed my legs apart, and I felt his hot breath on me, followed by his soft lips. He kissed me like the most delicate of flower petals.
When I felt his tongue on my clit, I gasped and dug my fingers into his hair. His tongue flicked over the bud, toying with me, before he dipped his tongue between my vaginal lips. I ached for him, moaning, as he pressed his tongue against my entrance. I arched my back and stretched my hand in search of something to grab onto. I felt his lips spread as he grinned against my pussy and withdrew his tongue before returning it to my clit.
The delicious torture continued until I thought I wouldn’t be able to take much more. My knees were weak as I sank onto the bed. I reached for him, sliding back on the mattress. He tossed his jacket to the floor and worked his bowtie loose. I hurried to unbutton his shirt.
When I spread his shirt open, I ran my hands over his chest, feeling every ridge and valley. He stood again, and I reached for his belt.
