Page 60 of Well, Actually
He puts his mouth back to me, dragging his head side to side so his stubble scratches along the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, and incoherent words pour out of me, voice a shout as need turns me inside out, mindless and desperate for release. Rylie makes a triumphant noise between my legs, rewarding me with more rhythmic curls of his fingers.
It’s never been like this before.I’venever been like this before—thrashing and crying and wild with the need to come, not a moment of thought if he’s enjoying himself because I fuckingknowhe is. He’s grunting in pleasure as hetastes me, shoulder muscles bunched between my legs, hips thrusting against the mattress because he’s so out of his mind with it too.
He builds me up higher and higher, my cries fractured, my thighs clamped tight against his head as he works me, entire body shaking so hard the headboard rattles against the wall as a feeling so intense that it’s almost painful rushes through me.
“Fuck. Fuck. Don’t stop. I’m coming. Don’t stop.”
He doesn’t, keeping that perfect rhythm, that matching movement of his fingers, those delighted sounds of need as he takes me there. Wave after wave crashes through me, and I continue to tremble, tears slipping down my cheeks at the endless release of it.
I pull his hair when I become too sensitive to handle any more, and he pulls back, mouth slick, eyes glazed. He kisses my thighs like he can’t keep his lips off me, and I whimper at the soft sensation.
My breathing gets only a degree below ragged when he speaks, eyes locking with mine over my belly. “Can you give me another one, beautiful?” he asks, voice coaxing, fingers demanding as he pumps them into me at an angle that’s just fucking right.
My hips buck, a string of curse words pouring out of me at the sensation. “I’m not sure if I can,” I pant, needing him to take mercy. Needing him to keep going.
“I am.” His voice drips with confidence. It speaks volumes to how good that orgasm was that I don’t suffocate him with my thighs right now out of annoyance.
But then he’s making up for his cockiness—or, more like proving its merit—his tongue back on me, softer this time, almost gentle. Almost.
There’s something so dirty and delicious about the way he devours me. He grunts praise between my thighs—sweetandgreedyandfucking perfect—and it isn’t long until I’m right at that edge again, sweating and swearing and begging Rylie to let me come against his mouth.
“Holyfuckingshit” is the only coherent thing I manage to garble out as Rylie kisses his way back up my body, my muscles still twitching with the aftershocks. “You didn’t know how to do that last time.”
He laughs as he stretches out next to me. I somehow find the strength to swivel my head to look at him. “I’m a big believer in character growth,” he says, reaching out to tuck a damp lock of my hair behind my ear. “And despite your unnecessary warning earlier, you make it very easy to be very good to.”
Something in my chest shifts, his words melting through me. I want to hide from the kindness of it, the tenderness in his eyes, so I kiss him instead, tasting myself on his tongue and loving the reminder of how much he enjoyed it. Enjoyed me.
Rylie wraps an arm around my waist, sliding me closer against him, our sweaty chests rubbing together. I’m dismayed to realize his sweatpants are still on, and my greedy hands dive to the waistband, trying to tug them off. Rylie laughs again, stilling my eager fingers.
“Not sure what could possibly be funny right now,” I growl against his mouth, batting at his hands. He playfully swatsback, then grips my wrists, turning me so my back is on the bed, hands held up near my ears as he looms over me.
“I’m not a piece of meat, Eva,” he says, smile smug. I can’t believe I actually like seeing this man so happy. “I want you totellme what you want.”
“I want to come with you inside me,” I say, abandoning any self-consciousness about demanding too much. If Rylie wants to hear it, I’ll fucking tell him. “I want you to fuck me hard and deep and tell me again how pretty I look while you do it. I want you to make me come again, and I’ll do whatever you tell me to make it happen.”
He pauses for a moment, lips parted and eyes electric. “God, you’re so fucking lovely when you beg.”
I wish I could play it cool, even for a second, but my smile is radiant, body glowing from his praise. Before I can grapple the word from my hazy brain, Rylie’s reaching into his side drawer, pulling out a condom. He sits back against the headboard, kicking off his sweatpants and ripping open the silver packet. He holds the base of his cock to position it, and I grab the condom from him, overcome with the need to touch him, feel him in my hands. I slide the rubber down his length, eyes bouncing between his dazed expression as he watches my movements, and the way he swells even more in my palm.
“Show me how much you want it,” Rylie whispers, gripping my thigh and nudging me to straddle his hips.
I position myself over him, the head of his cock brushing my slick entrance. My hips start rocking, just the tip of him in me, and I clench hard, wanting him to fill me fully. Rylie hisses through his teeth. I slide down his thick length slowly,reveling in the stretch, the way every new inch is more delicious than the last. I watch his face as I tease him, the concentrated agony in the set of his jaw, the flare of his nostrils, pupils blown wide and black as he watches me.
When I can’t take it anymore, I seat myself fully, flush to his pelvis. Rylie’s groan of need is scraped from his throat, desperate and hungry and ready. His abs flex as he curls up, taking my nipple into his mouth with an insistent pressure, the movement pushing him even deeper so sensation slices through me and I cry out, fisting his hair in my hands and gripping him tighter to me. I may be on top but there’s no doubt who’s in control here.
Rylie collapses back against the sheets, and I plant my palms on his chest to keep my balance, nails biting into his flesh.
“Look at how perfectly you take me, Eva,” he says, voice revenant, almost slurred, eyes hazed and locked on where we’re joined. His hands frame my hips, fingertips digging into my ass as he grinds me back and forth, a barely there motion that emphasizes how full I am. I squeeze around him. “Fuck,” Rylie grunts, expression shattered. “How are you so tight? I feel like I’m already gonna lose it, you feel so good.”
I whimper with the need for friction, moments away from sobbing if I don’t feel the slick glide of him soon.
“Move for me, beautiful,” Rylie says, reading my mind and my body. “Give me everything.”
I bite down hard on my lower lip as I gladly do as he asks. I flex my thighs and lift my hips up the thickness of him, already aching from the retreat, whining for him to fill me again. Rylie’s hands tighten on my hips with a possessive grip when I reachthe tip of his cock, and his lust-crazed eyes meet mine for a breathless, heavy moment. Then, he smiles, a piercing wicked thing, and I know I’m a goner.
He slams me down, thrusting up in counterpoint, hitting a spot deep inside me that has me seeing stars as I cry out. He does it again. And again. My nails dig harder into his chest, arms braced and back arched as he fucks me, voice coming to me in fractured pants as he drives us both toward the peak.So goodandtightandsweet fucking girlall growled at me as he works, the praise winding through me and cinching tight into a pulsing knot of pleasure low in my belly.
“Touch yourself, Eva,” he says, gripping one of my wrists and dragging it to my clit. Our fingers tangle for a moment as I shakily try to do as he says. He smiles as he watches me find a rhythm. “That’s it. Show off for me, gorgeous.”
