Page 30 of The Summer Dare
“I need you…” I practically whine.
With a mischievous grin, he murmurs, “You’ve got me.” While trailing his fingertips around the apex of my thighs.
Pointedly, I stare at his hand that’s driving me wild and cock a brow in challenge.
He doesn’t disappoint; he nudges my thighs further apart with his knee. Leaving me spread wide, he slowly drags his teasing fingertip up my thigh in slow circles andfinallymeets my request.
Dragging a finger from my core through my folds, he slowly circles my clit and repeats his efforts as he lazily asks, “Is this what you want?”
I open my mouth to say something, but my breath catches when he plunges a finger into me and grins knowingly.
We both watch as he slides his finger in and out of my soaking wet pussy.
“So fucking hot,” he murmurs as he settles his headbetween my legs. “Scooch up, so you can watch as I make you come with my mouth.”
Yes, please. He doesn’t have to tell me twice.
Slowly, he kisses up my thighs while his fingers play me like an instrument made just for him. When his warm breath blows across my soaking wet core, I tremble with need. “Ryan,” I plead, fisting his hair.
I practically scream when his tongue slides along my lower lips to my clit. I’m so wound up, I could be speaking in tongues as I murmur my appreciation. This feels fucking insane. Without permission, my hips squirm as they move in rhythm with Ryan’s expert hands.
As he continues to assault me with his wicked tongue, a firm arm rests against my abdomen to keep my hips in place. Once I’m where he wants me, he adds a second finger into the mix and I can’t take it anymore.
I take matters into my own hands by gripping his hair and firmly guiding him to where I need it most.
I think he chuckles, but all I can hear is my pulse thundering in my ears. My senses are on overload as every muscle in my body gets tighter and tighter. The moment he pulls my clit between his lips and sucks hard, just as he flicks it with his tongue, I fucking come undone.
My rigidly stiff body thrashes as wave after wave of pure pleasure washes over me. Ryan’s right there with me the entire way, pumping his fingers in and out, sucking and licking me through the most intense orgasm of my life.
When my body becomes too sensitive, he takes notice and slows his efforts, coaxing me through everytwitch and pulse. Eventually, his hand withdraws and he kisses his way up my body to rest beside me on the pillow.
Brushing the hair from my face, he whispers, “Hey there,” as the sexiest smile spreads across his face. When his hand drops, he trails circles along my ribs and stomach as if he still feels the need to keep our contact.
“Hey yourself.” I grin lazily when I realize that’s about all the movement I can manage. “You may have broken me.”
“In the best possible way, I hope.”
I barely manage a nod. “Yep. Most definitely.” My body feels like it is loaded down with lead weights and it takes every bit of effort I can muster to lift my hand to run along his muscular arm. “Just give me a minute and then it’s my turn.”
“That’s not necessary.”
Propping my head up with my hand, I turn to face him. “You can’t rock a person’s world and be like… no… I’m good… thanks. What gives?”
Gone is the confident man who ravaged my body mere minutes ago. He looks to the ceiling, and back at me before sighing heavily. “I want you… in every possible way, trust me,” he groans before continuing. “But… I uh… was in a hurry this morning… and never even thought to bring condoms. I feel like a freaking dipshit.”
I can’t help it. I laugh at his forlorn expression. “You were a little preoccupied,” I say, shifting my weight to sit up beside him.
“Wha… What are you doing, Lanie?” he asks as I straddle his waist with my naked body.
“Unfortunately, I don’t have condoms either.” Leaning forward, I kiss him.
When my sensitive breasts brush against his chest, my desire returns. As I sit up, I feel his straining dick through his pants, so I lean back and give it a gentle squeeze.
“Then wha..” I lean forward and cut him off with a kiss as I scooch down his body.
Quirking a brow, I throw down a challenge of my own. “I think it’s your turn to lay back and watch for a while,” I say, crawling off the end of the bed. When I reach his belt, I quickly undo it, along with the button of his jeans.
Leaning in to kiss his abdomen, I murmur, “Just remember, Ryan, two can play this game,” I tease as I slide the tines of his zipper down.
