Sweet Seduction Shield(80)

"Oh, fuck!" I exclaimed.

And all sanity fled.





Chapter 23


All The While A Soft Smile Coated My Lips

"Oh, fuck," Ryan repeated, a copy of my own erotic expletive. "Yes," he hissed, and that one word held such power, such enormous emotion.

Yes. Finally. This was what we'd craved, what that spellbinding electricity meant.

"Oh, Marie," he groaned against my neck as his hips began to rock, a magical rhythm, an undulating wave of pure bliss.

He filled me, every inch of me. I wasn't sure if I had taken all of him, but with each determined roll of his pelvis, I felt a little more complete. His lips trailed over my neck, then stilled in a spot he decided he liked. A lick of his tongue, a bite of his teeth, and then he began to suck. Softly at first, matching the gentle rock of his hips, the measured thrust of his shaft.

Then with each further beat of our hearts he increased the pressure. At my neck. Where we connected. The roll became a thrust, which turned into drives, and segued into pounding. My breath expelled on each forceful push forward, and sucked back in when he withdrew. We'd both started panting, my fingernails digging into the flesh on his back, his hands moulded to my body; one firmly wrapped around a breast, the other around my waist above my hip, pulling me hard onto his erection with each thrust forward.

I felt consumed by him. Owned by him. He controlled every single movement. He commanded the moment. Gone was the tentative man of before. He'd thrown himself into me. Lost himself in me. All other thoughts gone. Only here and now. Only this. Us.

Sweat began to build between our bodies, his stomach smoothly gliding over mine with the ever increasing moisture on our skins. His finger and thumb squeezed my nipple, matching the firm suckle on my neck, making me arch my back and moan loudly, rub myself against him, begging for more.

He gave it to me. Releasing my neck and moving his lips to my neglected nipple, his hand still working the other breast, his hips not slowing or altering their pace. With each thrust forward he let a little grunt out, so soft, almost just an exhalation, but with that sexy sound from the back of this throat it sounded so fucking hot. As though he couldn't help it. As though he couldn't get enough, wanted to fuck me right through the mattress and onto the floor.

Ryan Pierce was one smoking hot man.

His pace quickened, but his movements changed from a hard possessive thrust, to a deep grind, a circular roll of his hips, pressing exactly in the right spot. I gasped and then let out a plaintive sound. I was so close. My eyelids fluttered open and there he was, watching me. Dark brown intense eyes searching my face, learning my reaction, discovering what made me stop breathing. What made me pant for more. What would tip me over the edge.

He looked fascinated. Completely captivated. Spellbound. The moment stretched, I couldn't tear my eyes away. I held his gaze, as he held mine, while he fucked me with perfection, so in command, so in the moment, both of us lost in the other. But firmly rooted to the spot.

"Beautiful," he murmured. A bump, a grind, a roll of those sexy hips. My breath hitched, he made a growling sound with the next soft grunt, and then I was flying.

The orgasm stealing all cognitive thoughts, my body acting on autopilot, or maybe, just being piloted by Ryan and no longer by me. It seemed to go on for ever, one wave and then another, and then abruptly another, taking me higher and higher, over and over again.

I have never come so hard or for so long before. I have never come so close to heaven and then floated languidly back down. I have never met a man like Ryan. Who makes love with his body and his mind. Who gets utterly and completely lost in the moment, and yet makes you feel like nothing else ever existed outside of here and right now.

My eyes opened, the lids far too heavy to lift too far. Ryan looked mesmerized, his lips slightly parted, his breath all but forgotten. His movements were purely instinctive, no longer consciously controlled.

"Fuck," he breathed above me, and I offered a small smile. "Oh, fuck, Tiger," he exclaimed softly. "I wanna watch you do that again."

"Nah-ah," I mumbled with a shake of my head. "Your turn."

"No bloody way," he declared, lifting himself up and off my body with both arms braced at the sides of my head, creating space when I most certainly didn't want any, and letting cold air tighten my already budded nipples. He didn't pull out, just sat back on his heels, lifting my hips up off the bed with his hands, keeping up a slow rhythm of back and forward, thrust and grind where we met.

The change in angle felt good. Really good. I writhed a little on the bed. And then one of his hands slipped between us and his thumb circled my clit. I jerked off the bed and felt a responding jerk along the length of his erection.