His hand lightly grazed my breast, and I gasped as his strong fingers squeezed and caressed me. I could feel every touch beneath my thin camisole as he began to run his thumb back and forth across my nipple, and I felt a sudden dampness in my panties. He easily slid my cardigan off my shoulders, letting it fall into a crumpled pile on the ground. Ryan then slipped his strong fingers beneath the slinky straps of my camisole, sliding them down off my shoulders as well. He tugged the fabric of my top down, releasing my breasts from the material that contained them. They pushed out over my camisole, which now covered only my midsection.
“God, you have amazing breasts,” he said appreciatively, his eyes eagerly drinking them in. He bent down and planted heated kisses across my chest, worshipping each breast with lust in his eyes. He took one nipple into his mouth and sucked on it intently, flicking his tongue back and forth, and I gasped, writhing against the door. Moving to my other breast he did the same, putting his warm mouth over my firm nipple and then delicately teasing it with his experienced tongue.
“Oh,” I moaned, running my hands through Ryan’s short hair. Desire shot straight through me, and I felt a throbbing between my legs. He took my breast further into his mouth, his warm breath on my flesh leaving me yearning for more. After a moment he knelt down before me. He undid the button on my jeans and slowly slid the zipper down. Slipping his muscular hands inside my jeans, he pushed them down, his hands running over my hips and down my thighs. I stepped out of my crumpled pants, and as Ryan pushed them aside, I trembled at the anticipation of what I knew was next. Making a pleased sound at the sight of my silky red thong, he didn’t waste any time, kissing me on the thin triangle of fabric. I practically withered under his touch, grateful that I had the door to lean against for support. Now slick with arousal, I whimpered as he kissed me again. He moved his mouth to the side, just along the thin patch of fabric, and planted a trail of kisses upward. His teeth gently tugged at the string across my hip, and I looked down in awe, wondering if he was about to tear my panties right off. Finally, he slid his strong fingers beneath the fragile strings on each side of my thong, pulling it down in one easy tug.
“Sexy,” he said, casting the skimpy undergarment aside with an amused smile.
I flushed, but before I had time to think about it, Ryan hitched my leg up over his strong shoulder. He leaned in again and kissed me where the fabric of my thong had just been. “Ryan,” I moaned, barely able to stand anymore because I felt so dizzy with lust.
“Trust me,” he said, his voice deep and gravelly. He placed one hand on my thigh, firmly holding it up on his broad shoulder, and slid his other hand to my hip. His mouth eagerly kissed the folds of my sensitive skin, and as his tongue slowly licked my fleshy nub, I almost collapsed against him. Raising one hand to my breast, his thumb started caressing my nipple. Simultaneously, he lightly flicked his tongue up and down across my most sensitive spot, tickling me with pleasure. I cried out, but he didn’t let up. He teased me with his tongue again and again until I was gasping for breath. Suddenly I felt his strong fingers slipping inside of me. I was wet with arousal, and he easily began to slide them in and out, encouraging me on. With his fingers filling me up and the teasing dance of his tongue across my sensitive bundle of nerves, I knew I was going to come at any moment. A hot white light was filling my vision, and as his tongue lapped back and forth, again and again, I finally cried out in ecstasy.
His hands grasped my hips to keep me from collapsing and then he gently lifted my thigh off his shoulder. Ryan stood up before me, his fingers lightly trailing over my hips, as I rested my head on his strong chest. “Let’s get this off,” he said huskily, slipping his fingers beneath the bunched-up camisole and lifting it up over my head. He tugged his own shirt off, and I gazed admiringly at his strong chest and torso. Hard muscles covered every square inch of him, and I reached out, running my hands over his firm chest, feeling the ripples across his abdomen. He unzipped his pants and quickly slid off both them and his boxers. His manhood sprang out against me, and I could feel it pushing against my stomach as he leaned in for a kiss.
“I can’t wait to be inside you,” he whispered into my ear as he slid on a condom. “Think I can make you come again?”
My mouth dropped open in surprise, and his hands reached around, cupping my bare bottom as he kissed me. His tongue slipped into my mouth, and I ran my hands over his pectorals, feeling the hard muscles, when Ryan suddenly lifted me up into his strong arms. I wrapped one arm around his shoulder and reached down with the other to guide him to my entrance. Ryan kept his strong hands on my bottom, squeezing gently, as he backed me against the door. The tip of his manhood pushed into my opening, and I gasped as he slowly inched his way inside. His thick length filled me up, overwhelming my senses. I kissed him as he held me suspended between the door and him, and as he gently began rocking his hips, I clung to him, loving the way I could feel every movement of his in this position.