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When I don’t stop, Ryker lifts his body back up and, since I still don’t let go, me with him. I squeeze even harder, then drop back down onto the bed.
He takes a deep breath and looks at me with a grin. “What was that?” he asks, propped up above me.
“Just felt like hugging you. Don’t know why.”
With a smile, he starts playing with my breasts again. They’re more sensitive than usual for some reason, and I moan loudly when he twists them gently. “Probably because you’ve been wanting to do that for quite some time now.”
“Yeah, maybe,” I admit and observe as his mouth slowly closes around my nipple while his eyes stay zeroed in on mine.
He is reading me, learning what makes me react, absorbing how my body works. His attention turns me on even more.
It’s not just that he is objectively flawless on the outside, it’s also that he is incredibly loving, and compassionate, and observant.
God damn it. I really like Ryker Fucking Grayson. Like, really like him.
His tongue trails further down to my belly while his fingers continue to tease my nipples. My back arches instinctually, and I can’t wait for what’s about to happen. Ryker’s fingers traceevery valley and mountain on my body down to my private parts, where they finally remove my panties. While hovering over my pussy with panting breaths, his eyes are still trained on mine. But there’s something different in them now. They’re not fighting me anymore, they’re also not fucking me. I swallow hard. Whatever it is they are doing now, it’s more… affectionate, more intimate.
His gaze never lets go of me as his tongue glides through my wetness. He hums as if he has just tasted heaven. Desperate for more, his mouth closes all around my pussy.
I wish I could keep watching him, but I hardly have any control over what my body does now. The more his tongue moves over my clit, the more I writhe around in the sheets underneath me. I let my hands glide through his soft hair and gently press him down whenever it feels especially good. Which is the entire time.
Slowly, I can feel a cascade of orgasms approaching. It’s lucky that all my neighbors are hearing impaired because I think my moans are already louder than they’ve ever been.
“Holy fuck,” I let out when Ryker massages my tits and simultaneously pushes his tongue inside me.
“God, I would be okay if all I ever got to taste again was you,” he mumbles between breaths and drives me even more insane.
“That’s— That’s good,” I moan as his tongue teases my clit, “because you might not have a choice. I might have to lock you in here so we can keep doing this.”
He is picking up the pace now. His pressure increases and, as if on autopilot, I move against him, building one wave after another. This is like nothing I have ever felt before. It doesn’t even make sense to me. We are not supposed to be doingthistogether, and yet here we are.
“Ry—” My plead is cut off by his tongue and an ensuing moan. “Babe,” I whisper and watch his eyes dart up to me at once. “You’re gonna make me come.”
There’s spit and my own juices clinging to his beard, and right in-between sits the most beguiling grin I have ever seen. He crawls up to face me, brushes some hair out of the way, and presses a heavy kiss on my lips. “Say it again.”
I place a little peck on his nose and do as I am told. “Babe.”
His ensuing grin turns me into the most desperate of puddles underneath him. I love that he loves the nickname. I love calling him that.
Ryker moves back down to my nether regions and continues where he just stopped. Within seconds, the waves are back, building up inside me, threatening to crush and bury me underneath.
“Babe,” I say, because there’s nothing else on my mind in that moment.
Nothing but him and his overwhelming touch. Nothing but him and his magic tongue that moves into me. Nothing but him and his nimble fingers that have me twisted all around them.
“Ohh, baaaabe,” I draw the words out. Making them match the movement of his thrusts.
I arch into him and listen to his muffled grunts. They’re deep and powerful and long overdue. Like all of this. I didn’t even know how much I have been wanting it, how much I have been needing it.
His fingers move in and out of me and pick up the pace.
“Babe,” I say, now shorter than before. “Babe.” His hand moves faster, his tongue all the while playing with my clit. “Babe,” it comes out in short repetitions now. “Babe,” I repeat, like it’s a song stuck in my mind.
When the first wave finally crashes over me, it’s unlike anything I have ever experienced. For a moment, nothing in theuniverse matters but this, the two of us. All that exists is right here, and it’s all that I need. I ride that wave for as long as I can, before a second and a third wash all over me. When they eventually ebb off, just like at the party, I feel a sudden pang of anger. I am angry at the never-ending orgasm, angry at Ryker for making me come like no one ever has, angry at myself for… I don’t even know where to begin.
“SON OF A B—” I grunt and am promptly hit with a pillow to the face.
“That bad, hm?” He asks with a laugh.
