A finger found my opening, pumping slowly in and out, and my hips thrust out at him involuntarily. I gasped as fine nerve endings grew hotter, wound tighter and kept me feeling strung with short, choppy breaths of air. I picked up the rhythm as he joined another finger, my muscles beginning to tighten around him. His expression was raw, sensual and demanding that I stay connected to him as he controlled my body. It was so intimate.
His fingers moved harder, the heel of his hand rubbing my clit as we moved together.
“I want to watch you come,” he rasped.
“Yes,” I moaned, and when he stretched me further with a third finger, I went over the top, crying out, my body jerking against him with the force of my orgasm. He captured my cries with his mouth, his lips rubbing against mine as the tremors in my body lessened and subsided, leaving me sensitized, my nerve endings humming.
It took a moment for me to find my scattered thoughts.
“What about you?” I asked shakily, holding onto his shoulders when he released my hands so I wouldn’t just collapse in a puddle of gelatin.
“We’re not done yet,” he replied thickly, and he picked me up to lay me gently on the bed. I sat up on my knees and helped him pull his T-shirt over his head, enjoying running my fingers over the swell of his pecs and along the ridges of his amazing six-pack. Feeling brave, I trailed my hands down to the waistband of his jeans, something I’ve never done before to anyone, and slowly undid each button on his button fly. The lower ones were hard to undo because his cock was hard and full, tightening up the material. My knuckles brushed against his hard flesh, teasingly.
“Taylor,” he groaned, deep and guttural, stilling my hands. “I need to get these off.” He worked to remove his black motorcycle-riding boots and kicked off his jeans and boxers before joining me on the soft bed, his erection thick and prominent. I was lying back, enjoying the show.
“You have such a beautiful body,” he murmured, running his fingers lightly over my stomach, around my breasts, around my belly button, seeming to enjoy feeling my skin.
He leaned over and stared into my eyes, fierce heat and tenderness reflecting back at me. “You’re so beautiful and delicate,” he murmured, “I feel like I need to be careful not to break you.”
“I’m pretty sturdy,” I whispered, loving the feel of his body covering mine, his hot length prodding my hip. He held most of his weight on his elbows, but one of his thighs was resting between my own, stimulating my most sensitive flesh yet again.
“Your eyes are like the wildflowers by the lake on Te’re, so blue I could stare at them forever. Let me in, Taylor,” he demanded gently, his eyes softly holding mine.
He was making love to me with his words, and emotion roiled chaotically through my mind. I felt such longing that I couldn’t help but open my mind and let him see my deepest thoughts, darkest desires. He was so noble and fine, thoughtful and courageous, that I couldn’t help but feel warmth surging through my heart. I could actually feel him in my thoughts. His delicious male energy seemed to surround me with carnal heat and wicked intent, amplifying my own emotions.
Slowly, he bent and brushed his lips back and forth over mine, his black hair falling forward. “So soft and sexy,” he whispered huskily, taking a nibbling bite of my lower lip. His lips brushed along my neck and collarbone, his tongue coming out to taste my skin, sucking gently, and I felt shivers of heat lick my veins once again. When his mouth reached my breast, I heard myself moan, arching to give him access. Freeing it from its material so it was propped up to him, he scraped his teeth over one of my pink nipples. How could I recover so quickly? The hot moisture of my arousal seeped through to the lips of my sex once again.
But I wanted my turn. I wanted to do the attacking. Managing to catch him off balance, I shoved him onto his back and straddled him, loving the feel of powerful man between my legs.
“I want to have my way with you,” I purred, running my hands over the ridges and swell of tanned muscle.
“What do you want to do?” His sensual smile wrapped around my heart as he reached to cup my breasts once again, rubbing his thumbs over the stiffened peaks. Lightning fired down to my sex lips, making them swell and heat with more juices. Gasping with the pleasure of it, I grabbed his wrists and pulled them away, knowing he would end up distracting me.
“You have to leave your hands here,” I breathed heavily, still feeling the tingles from his touch. I placed his hands on the wooden slats of the headboard, curling his fingers around the wooden bars. “Don’t move.”
Lightly raking my nails down the inside of his arms, over his nipples and down his slatted abdomen, I traced the outline of rigid muscle, wanting to know his body as he knew mine. Placing my lips over one of his flat brown nipples, I let my tongue taste his skin. Edging closer to his straining cock, I let my lips roam, planting random wet kisses over his tight stomach, tracing the grooves as I’d been longing to do, loving how his muscles jumped at my touch and how his breathing was now shallow and rapid. I could feel his shaft prodding my breast as I worked down his abdomen. It had grown significantly as I played with his body, and when I got to it, I wondered how he had ever fit inside me. Thicker and more distended than before, his cock stood swollen, a small pearl of fluid cresting the top.
I wanted to taste him. His breathing became more labored. I looked up to see the muscles of his arms bulging as he gripped the headboard, his eyes on mine. I’d never done it before. Was there a wrong way?
“You don’t have to,” he said heavily, seeing into my thoughts.
“I want to.” Tentatively at first, I grasped his cock. I was surprised to feel how hot it was and to feel it pulsate beneath my fingers. Bending over him, I licked the moisture off of the head like it was a lollipop, enjoying the scent and salty taste of his essence, and Ryder groaned at the sensation.
Emboldened by his response, I took him in to my mouth and sucked at him, bobbing over the crest of his head. He pumped his hips involuntarily, a tortured expression on his face. I licked the side of his shaft from base to tip before enveloping him again, this time using my hand and mouth to make him crazy. Up and down, I surrounded him, absorbing his sounds of pleasure and feeling his cock lengthen even more. I felt sexy and wicked, playing with his cock.
“Babe, you’ve got to stop,” he said through a hiss. “I want to get there with you. Condoms are in the drawer.”
With a final lick, I crawled back up his body and reached over him to snag a packet from the small nightstand. Unable to stop himself from touching what was an inch from his face, he let go of the headboard and cupped my breasts, laying one plump orb on his hot, open mouth.
“Ryder,” I moaned, needing to pause and grind my wet folds against his shaft. “Let me put this on you.”
Reluctantly he released me, and in a guttural voice that was nearly a growl, he said, “Make me so fucking hard.”
I moved quickly to cover his cock with the condom. I sat poised, holding the pulsing head of his shaft at my wet opening, rubbing the head along my folds, when I caught his eyes. “Let me in, Ryder,” I whispered, opening my mind to him. After a moment’s hesitation while a hint of feeling shadowed his green eyes, he gave in.
His desire hit me like a blast of heat that made me gasp and almost come immediately. My heart rate kicked up, and I had to pant to bring enough air to my lungs. Aching, shivering, hot and needy, I felt the sensations wash over and through me, making me feel even more desperate for release.
I sank onto his shaft. He filled me up, stretched me. Driven to prolong the delicious sensations, I braced my hands on his strong shoulders and pumped my hips slowly, feeling the slick friction, the hot slide of his cock setting off fires along nerve endings.