Page 26 of Between the Ropes

“I want you,” I whisper, the words spilling out before I can stop them, and I feel the tension in him snap.

His control falters, and with a growl, he pulls my dress over my head, revealing the lacy black bra and panties I’d barely thought about when I put them on earlier. His hands are everywhere—rough yet gentle, commanding yet tender. He’s got me wrapped up in him, his body pressed against mine, making me feel small and vulnerable, but at the same time, safe. His touch is possessive, like he’s claiming me, like he’s letting the world know I’m his.

And God, I want to be his.

I bite my lip, eyes locked on his as his hands roam over my body, his weight pressing me into the mattress, every inch of him hot and hard against me.

This... this is everything I’ve been wanting, everything I didn’t know I needed.

Ryan’s mouth moves across my body, his beard brushing against my skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Every soft kiss across my chest sends sparks of electricity through me. I archmy back slightly as his lips trail down my stomach, leaving a hot path of fire that has my insides twisting in the most delicious way.

His hands grip my thighs, pulling me closer as he kisses his way down, teasing but not giving me what I desperately want. My hands rake up his muscular back, my fingers digging into his skin. I can’t help the quiet moan that escapes my lips as he gently unclasps my bra, tossing it aside like it was always meant to be on the floor between us.

A deep growl rumbles through his chest when his eyes meet mine, full of hunger and raw desire. His mouth moves to my breasts, taking a nipple between his lips, sucking on it gently at first, then harder. I gasp, my body responding immediately, arching up to meet him.

“Ryan…” His name comes out as a whisper, a plea, but he’s in no rush. He’s savoring every moment, taking his time like he’s memorizing every inch of me. His tongue flicks across my skin, teasing and tasting, sending shivers down my spine.

I’m on fire. Every nerve ending in my body is alive with sensation, and the way his hands roam over me, his rough palms against my soft skin, only intensifies the need building inside me. I need him now, but Ryan’s in control. He’s not rushing; he’s savoring every inch of me, as if he has all the time in the world.

His lips trail lower, kissing down my stomach, his tongue leaving a hot, wet path down my thighs. I shudder, my legs parting as his hand caresses me there, his fingers grazing over the fabric of my panties. The sensation sends a jolt through me, and I let out a soft whimper, needing more.

But Ryan is slow, methodical. He presses soft kisses against the inside of my thigh, inching closer to where I ache for him the most. My breath is ragged, and I can barely think as his mouth moves with precision and purpose. His fingers hook around thelace of my panties, and with a deliberate pull, they’re gone, joining the pile of discarded clothing on the floor.

I’m trembling beneath him, a desperate heat building in my core. When he looks up at me, his molten brown eyes dark with lust, I’m lost in him. He’s going to take his time, and I don’t know how much more of this teasing I can handle.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice rough, sending a shiver through me as his mouth descends once more.

His tongue glides over me, and the world spins.

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Natalie is beneath me, her body trembling, her nails digging into my skin like she’s trying to anchor herself to reality, and it’s driving me fucking insane. The moment I pushed inside her, something snapped inside me—a primal, possessive need that I can’t control. She’s tight, hot, and the way her body grips me makes my vision blur. I’ve had women before, but nothing has ever felt like this. Nothing has ever felt likeher.

I pull back slightly, savoring the feel of her around me before thrusting in again, slow and deep. Her soft moan hits my ears, and I watch her face—the way her lips part, her breath catches, and her eyes flutter shut as her body responds to every move I make. The way she feels is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, and the sight of her coming undone beneath me is something I’ll never forget. Her skin is flushed, her blonde hair splayed out across the pillows, a sheen of sweat glistening on her chest, andI can’t help but think how fucking beautiful she looks like this—wild, undone, completely mine.

“Eyes open baby, look at me while I fuck you.” I growl, and her eyes flutter open, locking onto mine.

My cock throbs inside her, every inch of me burning with need, to make her feel every single ounce of what’s rushing through me. I pull out almost completely, and then thrust back in hard, groaning as I feel her tightness all over again. Fuck, she feels so good, like she was made for me.

“Natalie,” I growl, my voice thick with need. She moans softly in response, her fingers raking up my back, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I lean down, brushing my lips against hers, tasting her as I drive deeper, slower, letting every thrust sink in, making her feel me. Her tongue tangles with mine, our kiss consuming.

Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer, and I can’t hold back the groan that escapes my lips. Her body is so fucking perfect, every curve fitting against me like a puzzle piece I didn’t even know I was missing. I slide my hands down her sides, my palms grazing her soft skin, and when I feel her hips move in rhythm with mine, I know she’s close. So am I, but I don’t want this to end. Not yet.

I lower my mouth to her neck, kissing a trail down to her collarbone, tasting the salt of her sweat, feeling the way her body reacts under me. She shivers when my beard grazes her skin, her breath hitching, and I can’t help the satisfied smirk that pulls at my lips. I’m unraveling her, slowly, and I fucking love it.

When I look down at her, she’s a vision—her eyes half-lidded, lips swollen from our kisses, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her breasts are perfect, round and soft, her nipples hard under my touch as I trail my fingers down her body. My mouth follows, leaving wet kisses down her chest, sucking one of her nipples into my mouth. She gasps, arching her back, pressing more ofherself into me. I suck harder, rolling my tongue around the sensitive peak, feeling her body tremble under the attention.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” I murmur against her skin, the words slipping out between kisses. I can feel her hands fisting in my hair, holding me to her as her hips buck against mine, her body begging for more.

I pull out of her, and trail my mouth lower, down her stomach, my tongue grazing her skin until I reach her thighs. I kiss the inside of her legs, slow, deliberate, feeling the way she shakes, how desperate she is for me. But I’m not rushing this. Not with her. I want to savor every moment, every sound she makes, every way her body responds to me. I want to commit it all to memory. She’s perfect, and I need to make her understand she’s mine.

I spread her legs wider, pressing soft kisses along the sensitive skin of her thighs before I reach her center. She’s soaking wet, and the sight of it makes me groan. I run my tongue slowly over her clit, savoring her taste, and she gasps, her fingers digging into my shoulders as her back arches off the bed.

“Ryan,” she whimpers, my name sounding so sweet and broken on her lips. The sound of her voice like that—desperate and wanting—sends a surge of heat straight through me. I flick my tongue over her clit again, and her body shudders beneath me, her legs shaking. Her moans grow louder, and I know she’s close, but I don’t stop. I want to push her right to the edge, to watch her fall apart for me.

Her hips lift off the bed as I move my tongue faster, sucking gently on her clit, and when she moans my name again, it’s like a fucking symphony. Her body is tense, shaking, her nails digging into me, and I know she’s right there. Just one more push.

I suck harder, and with a strangled cry, she comes undone. Her body convulses under me, her thighs shaking around my head as she rides out her orgasm. It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen—her completely lost in the moment, her moansfilling the room, her body trembling from the force of her release.

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