Page 81 of Fake It For Love (Faux Love)
CLAIRE
Ifelt weak in the knees. I was going to slide down the wall if I didn’t sit down. Ryan slid his arms around me and pulled me close. I could feel his erection against me. Although I just climaxed, I needed him. I wanted him inside me. I had to feel his strength and power. My mouth opened against his shoulder. I ran my tongue across his collarbone and landed at his neck. I opened wide and sucked on his flesh. The arms around me tightened. His cock throbbed against me.
He began to move, pulling me to the bed. I stumbled and fell backward with him coming down on top of me. I slid up the bed and dragged him along with me. He kissed me with a slow, leisurely perusal with his tongue in my mouth. My hands rubbed down his back. The muscles rippled under my touch. He pulled back and stared down into my eyes.
“I’m so glad I’m here,” he whispered.
“Me too.” I ran my hand into his hair.
“Is it bad that this is what I thought about when I was up there?” he asked.
“This?” I questioned.
“Being with you like this,” he answered. “I refused to die without getting to feel you. I had to know. I had so many wild ideas about what it would be like.”
I smiled and lifted my head to kiss him. “We’re not there yet.”
“I want to savor this moment,” he said. “Every millisecond.”
He lowered his mouth to my breasts once again. I ran my hands though his hair and down his back. I was desperate for him. The need I felt was right up there with my need for air. He kissed a trail up my chest and back to my lips before he pulled away.
“Where are you going?” I gasped.
He chuckled and stripped out of his briefs. I got my first glimpse of his beautiful nude body. He was digging in his suitcase while I marveled at his body. The way he moved made me hot. The way he looked sent desire racing through my veins. I was going to have this man. He was mine to claim. I watched him tear open a condom and quickly slide it on. Anticipation had me squirming on the bed. His eyes met mine. There was pure heat in them.
He climbed onto the bed and pushed my legs open before lowering himself over me. He adjusted his body over mine. There was a long pause before he pushed the head of his cock inside me. I sucked in an audible breath. “Good?” he asked.
I swallowed and nodded. “Don’t stop.”
“Not a chance.”
He pushed deeper inside me. My eyes slid closed. I wanted to cherish every moment of this and closing my eyes helped lock it all into my brain. His girth stretched me, triggering little electric shocks of desire. When he was fully seated inside me, I opened my eyes and found him staring at me. He offered a half smile. “Good?”
“Yes.”
He didn’t move.
“Are you good?”
He nodded. “Just need a minute.”
I pulled his face to mine and kissed him. This moment almost didn’t happen. I knew what kind of risk he had taken. The cold reality was too scary to consider. The fact he was here was a miracle. I wasn’t going to forget that. His hips began to move, sliding him deep inside me before pulling back. “To think I could have died without knowing this kind of pleasure,” he groaned. “I would have been pissed.”
I laughed and then groaned as a wave of pleasure washed over me. Our bodies blended and moved together. There were so many feelings running through my brain. Most of all, I felt grateful. I was so grateful he was in my arms. I didn’t want to waste a minute. I listened to every little breath and groan he made.
“Don’t stop,” I murmured. “Please, don’t stop.”
He grunted and rose up. He dug in deep and slammed his body against mine over and over. The sound of our bodies slapping together reverberated around the room with our mingled grunts and groans blending in. A moment later, I felt like I was exploding. I cried out and gripped his shoulders. He roared and threw his head back as he reached his own climax.
He fell to the bed beside me with his arm draped across my chest. We were both breathing hard. I couldn’t believe I was lying naked and sated in bed with Ryan Jones. It seemed like a dream. Never would I have imagined I would be in this position with him. Never. Not even when we first sat down together. I knew the sex was a result of the adrenaline we’d both been riding all day.
“Well, that happened,” he said with a laugh.
“Yes, yes it did,” I said with a giggle. “Regrets?”
He rolled to his side and looked at me. “Hell no. You?”
“No. Definitely not.”
