His hand swept down my side, and then deftly came back up under the loose t-shirt I'd put on after our shower. He stopped just shy of my breast, stroking the underside of the curve, teasing. The kiss deepened, our breaths intermingling, his fingers just touching, our moans escalating in the dim quiet of the room. The world outside the windows disappeared. The memories all fled and were momentarily forgotten. We got lost in each other, lost in that kiss. Our hands never ceasing their exploration, our lips and tongues dancing a duet that could have lasted all night.
Ryan's kisses stole all reason, and yet I had never felt more connected to another, more aware than when he kissed me. Heat and passion and fire and exquisite bliss, all wrapped up in his lips. I could kiss Ryan forever and never need anything else. If all we did tonight was kiss, I would still be in heaven.
But he pulled back, breaking the dream-like moment, allowing us to catch our breaths, and leaning his forehead against mine.
"When I look at you," he said, breathlessly, "I see my future. I see the woman I want to share the rest of my life with. Someone who challenges me, someone who lights up the part of me that's dark. Someone who understands that dark, but doesn't let it taint her. I see a strength of character that thrills me. An unending depth of conviction that awes me. An immeasurable amount of desire to live that captivates me. And an unfathomable mountain of love for her daughter that speaks to me, right here." He tapped his chest above his heart, twice. Hard. "I want that, Marie. I want you to teach me. I want to be a part of everything you are and will be."
Wow.
I more than wanted that too.
He rolled onto his back, pulling me on top of him, making my legs spread over his hips, my shins either side of his thighs. And pressing his erection right into my moist centre.
"You're wet," he rasped, rocking his hips up to meet the roll of mine. "And I think you might be mine," he added, as the tip of his arousal slipped through the gap in his trunks and brushed me just inside. Just a teaser, just a hint of what was to come.
He pulled back, then rubbed through my folds, returning to place his broad head inside my entrance. I could feel the material of his underwear, I knew it was getting soaked by my juices. I wanted it gone. Just naked skin on naked skin. But there was also something decidedly erotic and elicit about doing this while almost fully dressed. I wasn't wearing panties, but Ryan hadn't removed my t-shirt. He was wearing underwear, no top, but his trunks had remained.
And still the tip of his cock was teasing me.
"Are you, Marie?" he breathed out. "Are you mine?"
Oh, dear God. What did he think? Of course I was. I'd just laid my heart on my sleeve, and he'd returned the favour and laid down his.
"Yes," I gasped, as he teased with an upward thrust, his head pressing inside, but no more. "Remove your underwear," I demanded. I wanted all of him inside and his underwear was preventing full penetration.
"Not yet," he argued. "Can I make you come like this? Just inside."
Oh, yeah, he could. But I was greedy.
I squirmed on top of him and his hands clamped down on my hips, stilling my motion. His eyes locked on mine, a heated look in amongst the brown. He held me motionless above him, the challenge obvious in his eyes, Don't move. I bit my bottom lip and made a throaty moan, his lips parted on a sexy sigh, and then he rocked his hips. Small presses upward, minute pulls back, over and over again. The broad tip of his erection rubbing over my sensitive clit as it slipped just inside and then retreated back out.
Again. And again. And a-fucking-gain.
He had me panting and breathless and sweaty and needy all within a matter of minutes, and his eyes never left mine once. It was so intimate. So playful, yet full of an intensity that rocked me to my core.
"I think I'm gonna come just like this," he announced in a roughened whisper that sped my heart up. "Come all over your pussy, while you come all over my trunks."
I whimpered, threw my head back, arched my shoulders, making my breasts stick out above his face.
"Ah, fuck this," he groaned, moving his hands from my hips to the hem of my shirt and lifting it up and off my body in one frantic and slightly rough move. "There they are," he declared, once the offending garment was on the floor and his hands were back on my hips controlling my movements. His eyes locked on my breasts and watched them bounce, an appreciative smile gracing his lips.
"My turn," I breathed. "Now your trunks."
"No," Ryan argued. "Come for me like this. Spread your thighs wider, grind against the tip of my cock. Then I'll let you ride me."
I moaned, it was halfway frustrated, halfway turned on, but in the next second he changed his angle, making his cock slide lengthwise over my clit, the tip dipping up and inside with a swirl of his hips on the end of each thrust forward. He reversed the motion and then repeated each slide, swirl and dip inside again.