Sweet Seduction Shield(81)

"You like that?" he purred, looking down the length of my body, his eyes devouring all of me, from the moisture thickening where his thumb rubbed, where it coated his shaft. To my flat stomach and exposed ribcage, my hands having fallen above my head, stretching my body out. His eyes landed on my breasts and stayed there for a good long while, and then he lifted sex-crazed brown eyes to my face and he murmured, "Grab the edge of the bed, above your head."

I did as he asked immediately, feeling my upper body stretch even further, no doubt lengthening the lines of my frame, making an erotic vision before him. His eyes widened, his jaw flexed and then his movements increased. The thrust of his cock, the rock of his hips, the swirl of his thumb over my little nub.

"Ryan," I begged, for what I don't know.

"Yeah, babe?" he rasped, his breaths as uneven as mine.

"Finish this," I demanded, receiving a deep rumbling chuckle in return.

"Having too much fun."

"Please?"

"Ah, fuck, Marie. Say it again."

"Please!"

"Jesus," he exclaimed, lifting my hips up higher as he came to his knees, removing his thumb from my clit and leaving me hanging.

I groaned, but then all breath left me as he started to really let go.

"Hold yourself steady," he panted above me. His glistening torso towering over mine, my head firmly pressed into the bed as my body rose at an angle up to where he impaled me over and over again.

It was so fucking sexy. So erotic to watch his face, the way he looked down at my body laid out before him. The way he gripped my hips, pounding into me, his little exhaled grunts of air when we connected, the explosion of lust that ignited on every stroke of his hard length through my core.

"Put your ankles up on my shoulders," he commanded, obviously not nearly done with me yet.

I let a decidedly aroused yet frustrated groan out, but did what he demanded, wrapping my ankles around his neck, making his head tip forward slightly and freeing his hands up to cup my butt.

And then he leaned forward, stretching me in all the right places, making it easier to go deeper, rocking his hips, his eyes locked on my face to see how far he could push me. Clearly he liked what he saw, because with a delicious sounding growl he leaned further over my body, until his hands came out and landed beside my head on the bed, holding himself aloft.

He was dripping in sweat now, and rather than be a turn off, it was the most deliciously exciting thing I had ever seen. I reached up with one hand and ran my fingers down his arm, smoothing the moisture lovingly beneath my touch. He groaned out above me, picked up the speed of his thrusts, and eyes still holding mine, slowly brought his hand up off the bed to slip between us.

"When I touch you," he said between pants, "will you whimper? Or will you explode?"

Definitely explode, I was thinking, but there was no way I had enough air to say that aloud. I didn't need to, he could see it written all over my face. Not only had I lowered my shield for this man, but I seemed unable to hide any emotion from him either. I was open like I had never been open for another before.

"Marie," he said, holding my gaze. "I'm lost in you."

I know, I wanted to say, but his thumb had found my clit and with one soft stroke I detonated. My body coming apart as I frantically tried to hold the scream of my release inside. I'm not sure I succeeded, I was barely in control of what my body was doing. Simply riding the exquisite bliss Ryan had created, feeling every single pulse of electricity as it surged through me, sparking and exploding with brightly coloured lights behind my eyes.

For a moment I felt pure terror, scared I'd exposed myself in a way which I could never shield again. But when my eyes blinked open, there was Ryan, exposed with me, his head tipped back, his mouth open, muscles straining, pulse thundering in his neck, and his breaths leaving him in jagged puffs which matched the last few thrusts of his hips. Then he tipped his face down, eyes closed, absolute ecstasy gracing his features, as with one last deep, possessive thrust he grunted out his release.

Oh. Wow.

We were both sucking in air, our bodies coated in sweat, our chests rising and falling, blood pumping, skin flushed. His shaft jerking almost lazily as it slowly softened, still buried deep inside. He opened his eyes, immediately zoning in on mine, and held my gaze for several seconds. Then with soft caresses, he lowered my legs from his shoulders and wrapped them around his waist. Only then did he lay himself down on top of me. He still held most of his weight off my chest on his elbows, but he was determined to have skin on skin, or simply not to withdraw from where we connected.

"We might have woken Daisy," I managed to whisper, my throat was dry and I licked my lips.