Page 165 of The Path to Loving Him
I love it so much.
“You’re so hard,” I say as he kisses my neck. “I want you inside me.”
“We’ll get there.”
“No . . . now,” I say, pushing his chest so he’s on his back.
When I glance at him, a sly smile passes over his lips, making me want that mouth all over again.
I slide on top of his body, his arms encircling me as I capture his mouth. My hands hold his face so I can relish in his kisses and explore every inch of them. His hands fall to my ass, where he cups me and slowly rocks me against his erection.
The movement is simple, but for some reason, it feels more intimate, naughtier than anything else we’ve ever done.Erotic.
While our mouths explore, he spreads my legs over him, then sinks his finger inside me.
I pull away and exhale as I stare down at him, but he doesn’t give me much time. He captures my lips again, keeping us locked together with his other hand on the back of my head.
Slowly, he works his fingers in and out of me as I rock my pelvis over him, rubbing up against him, my arousal spreading over the lower half of his stomach, the friction creating a warm, billowing emotion in me, the early starts of my orgasm.
“Inside me,” I say.
“I am inside you.”
“Your cock, Ryland. I want your cock.”
He smiles against my lips, then releases my head, allowing me to push up. I sit up on my knees and grab his length, giving him a few pumps as he stares at me, one hand behind his head now, looking all kinds of happy and relaxed as he sucks his fingers past his lips.
The fingers that were just inside me.
“You going to ride me?”
“I’m going to use you.” I turn away from him, straddle his lap, then position him at my entrance.
“Fuck, yes,” he says just as I sink down on top of him, riding him backward, his cock rubbing against me in a different way that has every nerve ending on fire.
“Jesus,” I whisper as I place my hands on his shins and start moving my hips, feeling his length all the way to my freaking stomach as I bounce on top of him.
“Take this cock. Fuck it,” he says, sending a thrill up my spine.
Yes, this . . . this position’s everything.
With his girth and his length, this is what I need.
“Ryland, I . . . fuck, I’m going to come fast.”
“Good, squeeze my cock, baby.”
His hands find my ass as I rock over him, and with one spank to my sensitive skin, my orgasm rips through me, surprising me in the best way ever. I ride him, rocking over and over, taking every ounce of pleasure I can get while I let the best feeling ever float through my body.
“God, yes,” I say as my hips slow down, only to be flipped off him and to my back. I look up as Ryland hovers over me, cock in hand, pumping feverishly.
“Squeeze those tits together so I can come all over your perfect nipples.” I bring my breasts together for him, then watch as this extraordinary man pleasures himself over me.
The ripple in his chest.
The flex in his forearms.
The strain in his neck.
