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His eyes flashed. He pulled me closer until his erection pressed against my belly. “You feel this? It’s all for you. I want to savor you, Heather. Everything about you. The way you look at me. The way you feel against me. I’ve wanted you since that first evening I saw you.”
I lost my trail of thought when he captured my mouth again. He pinned me to the wall with his hips. I parted my legs, wanting him closer, needing him closer. His erection pressed right between my thighs. The tip nudged against my clit with every lash of his tongue. When we paused the kiss to breathe, we both laughed. He looked at me with heat and unexpected tenderness.
“I don’t know what you’re doing to me, Heather, but I want more of it. Of you.”
He skimmed his hands down my face, the sides of my neck, and then my shoulders, as if he wanted to memorize my body.
When I felt his hand on the zipper, waiting, silently asking for permission, I drew in a sharp breath before nodding.
Ryker lowered the zipper the next second, pushing the dress off my shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. The dress had sewn-in cups, so I wore no bra, just panties. Ryker’s eyes were hooded with lust. Hooking an arm around my waist, he lifted me onto the counter, bringing my breasts level with his mouth.
I wasn’t sure how it was possible to affect me so much just by looking at me.
He cupped one breast, teasing the nipple with his thumb until it was so hard and sensitive that every stroke was pure torture. I moaned, pushing my hips forward, gripping the counter tightly. Pushing my thighs wide, Ryker kissed a path downward until he reached my panties. His mouth teased at the hem, setting me on fire.
“Lift up your ass a bit.” His voice was low, rich, and so commanding that I instantly became even more aroused. I focused my weight on my palms, lifting my ass just enough so he could lower my panties. He watched me hungrily, drawing one finger along my center before putting his mouth on me. He sucked my clit between his lips until my vision faded... and then he slid one finger inside me.
“Oh, fuck.” I swallowed hard, leaning against the mirror, hoping to cool off. It had just the opposite effect. Feeling Ryker’s hot mouth and the cold surface of the mirror at the same time overwhelmed me.
The rhythm of his fingers and his mouth was maddening. It was too much. I could barely breathe past so much pleasure. My orgasm formed in slow motion. I felt every pull, every cell wiring to my center. When my inner muscles clenched, Ryker came up, pressing his fingers on my sensitive spot, claiming my mouth while I gave in to my climax. I squirmed and moaned and even though I was still light-headed from the aftershocks of the orgasm, I reached for Ryker’s belt, desperately needing him.
He watched me with hooded eyes as I unclasped it, lowering his zipper. He tugged at his buttons, removing his shirt. My hands trembled a little as I pushed down his pants, then his boxers. He was just beautiful. Every part of his body was defined and so damn sexy. I cupped his erection, flattening the heel of my palm on the tip.
Ryker buckled forward, slamming his hands on the mirror behind me. His mouth was in the crook of my neck. His hot breath tickled my skin.
He pressed his fingers into my waist. “Heather! I want to fuck you tonight.”
“Yes, please. Please.”
I’d just climaxed, but I was so hungry for all the sensations he spurred, everything he made me feel. I was so desperate for him that I couldn’t even see straight.
“Fuck. Have to bring a condom,” he said.
“I’m on birth control and healthy,” I whispered.
“I’m clean.”
He swallowed hard, lifting me off the counter the next second. I hung onto his neck, awkwardly pressed my knees into his sides. He sat on the couch. I was on top of him, pressing his erection between us.
He teased my clit with his tip in little circles. He was driving me crazy! I was still so sensitive from before that my inner muscles pulsed. I couldn’t wait any longer.
I lowered myself onto him slowly. This felt delicious. Our gazes clashed, and I smiled, not feeling self-conscious in any way. How could I, when he looked at me like that?
Bracing my palms on his shoulders, I moved my hips back and forth, drinking in every sensation. When Ryker pressed his thumb on my clit, I cried out, unprepared for the flash of heat coursing through me.
The next second, Ryker took control. He lifted me off him, placing me on my back on the couch. I cried out in protest, feeling empty and cold until he slammed inside me. I lifted my legs a little higher, taking him in as deeply as possible, loving the pressure of his pelvis on my clit with every thrust. We both moved in a fast and desperate rhythm... right until Ryker changed the rules again. He stilled, touching every part of me he could reach, kissing me. Knowing he needed to savor me like this was doing unspeakable things to me.
I ran my hands all over his back and arms, kissing his neck and shoulders—everywhere I could reach. I loved having those steel muscles against me, feeling the perspiration forming on his skin. When he started moving his hips again, I felt everything at a different level, as if we were even more entwined than before. I dug my hips firmly into the cushions, gyrating them, following his wild rhythm.
A loud, guttural sound pierced the air as I felt him pulse inside me, chasing his climax.
Next thing I knew, he pressed his thumb on my clit, and I was done for. Where my last orgasm built up slowly, this one slammed into me so fast that it left me breathless. The aftershocks lasted longer this time. We were both fighting to regain our breath.
“I’m crushing you,” he said after a few minutes, sliding off me. He drew the tip of his nose from my shoulder up the side of my neck.
“Yeah... but I kind of like it.” I couldn’t believe how earth shattering this had been. Ryker had made it so. He chuckled, sitting up straight. “You okay?”
I nodded, smiling. “Better than okay. Just not too sure I can get up right now. Or even sit.”
