Quicksilver Dreams(179)
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.
Images and feelings came to me as I moved on his shaft. I felt an overwhelming surge of warmth and care, heat and lust. His longing to meet me as he watched me move about in my day-to-day life, his admiration that I worked so hard to pull myself up in the world, his gut-wrenching fear that someone was trying to take me out of the world, and his...love. No one had ever loved me before.
Thick emotion mixed with carnal need made my eyes fill with a sense of how beautiful and perfect this was, and I picked up my rhythm, trying to pump my hips faster along his length. I was in his heart and mind. And he was in mine.
Winding tighter and tighter, spiraling hotter and hotter, needing to reach the pinnacle, I just couldn’t go fast enough, hard enough, and I was almost sobbing with the need for release. In a sudden move, Ryder took charge. He rolled me over and pushed into me, his features harsh, his jaw clenched. My legs wrapped around his hips, and he slammed into me again and again, both of us crying out. My hips rose to meet each thrust, my clit sliding and rubbing against him with each stroke. Harder and faster he pumped. Our lips fused, feeding each other moans and gasps. Higher and higher we climbed, our minds melded, our needs multiplying. We rode the edge of the cliff, nearing the jumping-off point.