Page 64 of Stick With Me
I worry when she stays silent, her face still hidden from me. Gently, I rub her back in soothing circles, not sure what I said wrong but feeling bad about it, nonetheless. “We don’t have to. I didn’t mean?—”
“It’s not that,” she interrupts. “I’ve just never really liked it. It’s never gotten me off, so it feels like a waste,” she admits, barely above a whisper.
Who the hell gave her that idea?Don’t even think his name.“We’ll only do what you’re comfortable with and like. I’m just wondering, was it that you didn’t like how it felt or did he make you feel like it was a chore?”
She pauses, taking a moment to gather her thoughts before finally responding. “I’m not sure. They kind of went hand in hand, so I never enjoyed it. I don’t know if it was because it didn’t feel good or it was a mental block thing. Or a bit of both.”
“Okay, well, just so you know, I want to.Reallyfucking want to.” My dick twitches in agreement. “It’s not a waste or a chore. It’s aprivilege.” I kiss the top of her head and mentally curse Knolls for planting all these seeds of doubt in her head.
She finally raises her gaze and looks at me quizzically. She must find what she’s looking for. “Okay. Can we try it? I just don’t want you to be disappointed if it doesn’t… work.”
“Baby, there’s nothing to work or not work. You just lie back and relax, okay? There’s no pressure. If you don’t like it, we’ll stop. Always.”
I can see a mix of worry and excitement flicker across her face. Wanting to shut down her thoughts, I grab her waist and toss her gently so she’s no longer straddling me but lying on the bed. Rolling on top of her, I rest in the cradle of her hips. I kiss her but don’t linger, running my nose from her neck to her collarbone, my lips and tongue exploring her skin as I pass. Her nipples still strain against her thin top. I tease the peak with my tongue over the fabric before bringing it fully into my mouth and sucking. Her tits are perfect, filling my large hands.
She moves under me, the wet fabric of her shorts rubbing against my exposed abs. When her nails claw into my forearms, I move down her body. Lifting her shirt so I can kiss along her stomach. I chuckle when she gets impatient, bending her knees and pushing her hips toward me.
Lust clouds her features as she looks down. Looping my fingers in the waistband of her shorts, I raise a brow in question, and she responds with a rapid nod.
I tug them down, inch by inch, deliberately slow. My gaze never leaves her as the cotton glides over her hips, down her thighs, and off her legs, leaving her completely bare, all soft curves and smooth skin.
No fantasy could compare to the reality before me. I lean in, dragging my nose over her pussy, and inhale her intoxicating scent. A low, guttural groan escapes me, vibrating against her. She squirms beneath my attention, and when I lift my eyes to hers, I catch the flicker of shyness in her gaze. Her cheeks flush as she turns her face away, trying to hide, but I don’t let her.
“You’re perfect, baby. Beyond anything I could have imagined. Do you know how many times I’ve come with my hand wrapped around my cock and your name on my lips?”
I place feather-light kisses from her knee to her inner thigh, one leg and then the other. I can tell she’s getting impatient when she wiggles down the bed, seeking my mouth.
She moans as my tongue glides over her, tracing a path from her entrance to her clit. When I circle her clit with deliberate, teasing strokes, her body tenses, trembling. I repeat the action over and over until her hips begin to shift restlessly.
“Ryan.” Her voice carries a tinge of both arousal and irritation.
Mission accomplished.Her soft gasps spur me on as I take her clit into my mouth, giving it a hard suck that makes her entire body jolt.
Only her erratic breaths and those sweet, soft sounds echo in my ears. It’s intoxicating, the most addictive thing I’ve ever heard.
I circle two fingers around her entrance before pushing inside.Fuck. The way she clenches around me has precum leaking from my tip. My mind wanders, imagining how her tight cunt will feel wrapped around my cock, and the thought alone nearly undoes me.
“Oh my God,” she says on an exhale.
Her fingers grasp at my hair as I continue scissoring my fingers inside her, my tongue relentless against her clit. I can see the struggle in her quivering thighs as she fights the urge to clamp them around my head. I savor every shaky breath and broken moan, committing the way she falls apart for me to memory.
When her walls tighten around my fingers like a vise, and a soft gasp escapes her lips, I know she’s close. “Ryan. I think I’m going to come.”
My hips grind against the mattress involuntarily, seeking friction. I’m dangerously close to coming myself.
When she reaches for her tits and pinches her nipples, I groan into her. Even if it’s the only time we do this, this snapshot will live rent-free in my mind for the rest of my life.
I double down, curling my fingers to hit that spot that I know will drive her wild, while my lips and tongue work in tandem on her clit.
Her back arches, her breath ragged and uneven, as she comes. The feel of her pulsing around my fingers, imagining it’s my cock instead, overwhelms me. It’s too much. Too intense. Too much of everything I’ve dreamed of, everything I never thought would actually happen.
Before I can get control of my body’s reaction, I come right along with her, spilling onto the bed in a surge of overwhelming pleasure. I should be embarrassed, but all I feel is pure bliss.
Resting my chin on her hip, I watch as her body sinks into the bed. Her breathing gradually returns to normal, steady and deep. When she shifts her gaze from the ceiling, her eyes finally meet mine, and one word leaves her lips, “Wow.”
Yeah, that pretty much sums it up. I laugh against her warm skin, feeling slightly smug. “So, I take it you liked it?”
She caresses my forearm, draped over her stomach. “Don’t look so pleased with yourself.”
