Page 21 of Her Indecent Tutor
He pulled off his shirt in one swift motion and I exhaled, reaching out to flatten a hand against his torso. “Are you kidding me?” I whispered, half to myself. “You’re perfect.”
He wasn’t built like an athlete, with huge, bulging muscles. Instead, there were the subtle ridges of his abs, and the way his broad shoulders tapered into a narrow, slim waist. He was lean, like he spent a lot of time jogging or swimming.
I’d already thought he was attractive, but seeing him like this…
“My god,” I murmured, spreading my hands over his body.
His sucked in sharply, then covered my hands with his own. “Get on the bed.” A pause. “Please.” Usually, he sounded so confident, but just then there was a hint of neediness.
I crawled onto the bed and Ryan followed me, reaching out to unbutton my jeans. Soon I was completely naked, my pants and underwear thrown somewhere on the carpet.
He took his clothes off too, revealing his hard, flushed cock. I swear my pussy throbbed with need. I could feel myself getting wet. It was probably getting all over the bed.
Ryan moved forward, so he was kneeling between my spread legs. He reached out, fingers gentle against my core, and massaged my clit. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” he said.
“Me too. You’ve made me wait for this.”
“It’ll be worth it.” He pushed a finger inside of me and I dropped my head back, letting it land on a pillow.
“Oh,” I breathed.
He fingered me, starting out slow and giving me time to get used to the sensation. He added another finger and sped up, and soon the room was filled with wet noises that would’ve embarrassed me if I wasn’t so overcome with lust.
“Do it already,” I begged when I couldn’t take it anymore. “Fuck me, please. I need it. Ineedit.”
He lowered his face so he was a breath away from me. If he leaned forward just an inch, his lips would be touching mine. “What do you need?”
“Your cock inside me. Fill me up. Stretch me out.Please.”
I thought he’d keep me needy and begging but instead he straightened up, grabbed a condom from the bedside table, and tore the wrapper. He rolled it on with deftness, and the next moment, the head of his cock was pressing against my entrance.
He pushed into me with one fluid motion. “Oh, fuck baby,” he said, eyes fluttering shut.
I couldn’t speak, only whimper as my walls adjusted to the length and girth of him. It felt like every nerve inside me was on fire.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
I nodded quickly. “Feels good.”
“Is it alright if I fuck you now? It’s too much, being inside you like this.”
“Do it,” I said. “Do it, fuck me.”
He eased himself out of me with a low groan, then thrust into me. The thrust wasn’t particularly hard or rough, but I moaned anyway at the sudden pressure against my g-spot.
“God, that’s good,” he said, clenching his jaw. “You’re so fucking tight.”
“Keep going,” I told him. “Keep fucking me.”
He thrust into me again and again and again, and I found it hard to do anything. All I could do was squeeze my eyes shut, my mind going blank at the sensation. He lowered his body so his chest flattened mine, his head burrowing into the spot where my neck connected to my shoulder. I felt his unsteady pants against my skin.
His movements were slow and gentle but that was what I needed. Anything more and it would’ve been overwhelming.
I decided I loved sex. I loved the feeling of Ryan inside me, his heavy body crushing mine, hearing him lose control as his breathing grew more and more ragged.
“Ryan,” I whimpered. “It’s so good.”
He raised his head, eyes meeting mine. “Yeah?” His voice was weak.
