Page 70 of The Only Thing That's Real

Gliding my hands up her arms, I interlace our fingers, bringing our hands between us. “That you would have the most perfect tits I’ve ever seen.”

“So, you’ve thought about them?” She bites her lip coyly.

I place her hand against my cock. “I think you know the answer to that question.”

In return, she takes my hand, sliding it inside her panties, where I find her soaking wet for me. “Right back at cha,” she says, sinfully.

“God damn. You’re so fucking wet for me already,” I all but growl.

Before I have time to luxuriate in her desire, she pulls my hand away. “And you’re fully dressed. How do I know you’ll meet all my wildest fantasies?”

“So, you’ve thought about me?”

She doesn’t smile, but the light in her eyes does. “I think you know the answer to that question.” She tugs the button of my jeans open. “What do you say we adios these clothes?”

All sense leaves my body when she drops to her knees. Her hands skimming over me on her way to the floor, starting with my hard length that begs to be released. She whispers, “Shit” under her breath as her fingers continue their journey down my legs to my boots, where she unties the laces. I’m in such disbelief this can possibly be my reality, all I can do is watch. When she’s finished, she looks up at me and my reason for living shifts deep in my soul, and I know it’s this woman.

Ryan on her knees in front of me, looking up at me with her big, beautiful eyes, in nothing but sheer bits of lace will be etched into my mind until I take my last breath.

“Come here.” I hold a hand out, helping her stand. “Youare the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.” Unable to spend another second without touching her, my hand snakes up the back of her neck to her hair. Tilting her head to the side, I trail kisses up her neck until I reach her ear. “There’s no going back, Ryan. I’m giving you one more chance to step away.”

One of her hands cups my face and she pulls back to look me in the eye. She doesn’t speak a word. Instead, her lips find mine and tell me everything I need to know.

She wants this.

Wants us.

Our kiss doesn’t intensify. We keep things at a leisurely, luxurious pace. Our rhythm finds itself naturally, my hands exploring every inch of her bare skin. Finally, the ass I’ve spent hours stalking at the gym is in my hands. I growl like a feral animal, only for her to pull out of my arms.

“Clothes off, old man.”

I would correct her smartass comment if she hadn’t climbed onto her bed and dropped to her knees. She crawls away from me, her ass and dripping wet pussy on full display through the sheer lace of her panties.

“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”

Slipping one bra strap off her shoulder at a time, she slowly removes her bra. “Now why would I do that when we haven’t even gotten started?” her raspy voice purrs.

She tosses her bra at me. Lace hits my face a moment before she props herself against the headboard, her feet on the mattress, her legs parted. Her see-through panties drenched with her arousal.

“You gonna stand there all day, or are you going to getnaked and show me what a man of your advanced age can do?”

“Sweetheart, I’m gonna make you eat those words.” Without wasting another second, I kick off my boots and my clothes hit the floor.

Her lip once again slips between her teeth, and the tips of her fingers slide under her panties. She must be out of her mind if she thinks she’ll be giving herself pleasure when I’m right here.

“Don’t you dare,” I bark, taking my dick in hand, giving it a few slow strokes.

Her gaze follows the movement. “Do as I say and not as I do?” Her eyebrow lifts in challenge as her fingers find their way to her clit.

As hot as the sight of her touching herself is, I need to be the one doing the touching.

Crawling across the bed, I nearly come on the spot when her finger slides through her wetness, only to return to her clit. The way she’s propped up against the headboard on full display is too much to take. My want to taste her is the only thing that matters.

I rip her thong from her body, but she doesn’t stop her ministrations until I flatten my tongue against her opening and run it over her until I get to her clit, my tongue pushing her finger away and taking over. She tastes like the sweetest fruit plucked right off the vine. The scent of her arousal commingled with the moans from deep in her throat set my soul on fire. When my finger slips inside her, adding to the sensation, she grabs handfuls of my hair and grinds against my hand and face for more. The way her pussy pulses signals she’s close. Pulling back to look at her,I make sure I have her full attention when I add another finger.

“Yes,” she whispers. Arching her back, she fucks my hand. Eyes closed. Lost to her body’s needs. She is a thing of beauty, but I need to see her fire as I give her what she’s craving.

“Open your eyes, baby.”

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