Page 38 of Loathing Ryan
She leaned forward again until I could feel her breath dancing across my cheek. “Ryan?”
“Yeah, Bells?”
“I want you to kiss me.”
I looked at her as if waiting for the punchline. When she continued to look at me expectantly, I didn’t hesitate any longer. My hand splayed against her back, settling between her shoulder blades as I pulled her into me.
Our lips crashed together, and it was even more explosive than it was yesterday. Fireworks lit up behind my eyelids as she moaned and tilted her hips.
I traced the seam of her lips with my tongue, pleased when she opened for me. I dove right in, kissing her like this was the last time—because who knew what would happen next.
Izabel’s hand traveled from the nape of my neck into my hair, where she gripped it, holding me to her in our bruising kiss. I couldn’t hold back a groan.
When she broke away, her eyes were darkened with need. Somehow, my cock hardened even more, and she felt it. She ground against me again, back and forth, driving me fucking wild.
“I want more,” she whispered before leaning to kiss me again. I froze, pulling away from her to look into her eyes.
“Are you sure? If we do this, there’s no going back.”
She shivered, but nodded. “I’m sure.”
Hooking my hands under her thighs, I scooped her up off of my lap. I stood and walked over to the bed, her legs wrapping around me. Before we made it to the mattress, I set her down.
She arched her back like she wanted to be closer to me, pressing the length of her body along mine. I moaned low in my throat, my arm tightening around her as I pulled her closer to me. My skin felt like it was on fire. My hands slowly went to the athletic shorts and up under the baggy t-shirt. Her skin erupted into goosebumps when my hands circled her waist.
I eased down her shorts, and then my fingers gripped the hem of the t-shirt. Slowly, torturously, I raised the shirt, finally revealing her chest. Sighing happily, my eyes roved over every inch of her perfect breasts. They were well-rounded, with pale pink nipples in the center that I couldn’t wait another second to kiss.
I lowered my head and enclosed my lips over one, and she jerked up into me, whimpering at the sensation. Her fingers clawed at my back as my tongue sucked and flicked over the sensitive peaks. I secretly wondered if whoever she had been with before had paid her enough attention. Did he learn all her secret spots like I intended to?
Her body hummed beneath me as I continued my exploration. Wrapping my arms tighter around her, I guided us to the bed. She finally lay below me, free for my eyes to appreciate.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I told her. “I can’t believe this is happening.” I leaned down to kiss her, pressing my weight onto her body.
Skin against skin. Her breasts pressed into my bare chest, her nipples hardening further as they rubbed against my skin. The feel of her bare skin against mine was enough to set every nerve ending in my body on fire in the best possible way. I wasn’t sure if I had felt such intimacy with someone else before. My lips parted hers, and I dove in with my tongue, tasting her. I never wanted to stop. I wanted her taste on my lips for eternity.
“Ryan,” Izabel pleaded, her hands pushing at the waistband of my shorts. “Please.”
Kissing her again, I smirked. “Eager, Bells?” I trailed my hands down the length of her body, coming to rest on her pointy hipbones. “Let me take care of you.”
Her eyes widened as I spread her legs, getting the full view. Her expression was one of alarm, but I pressed kisses against her thighs, trying to ease some of her nerves. Finally, she softened, her legs becoming more pliable as I kissed and nibbled against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.
She was perfect. Holding her gaze so I could see her reaction, I leaned forward and put my lips on her, running my tongue through her folds. Izabel writhed and groaned in ecstasy below me, her eyelids fluttering shut with the sensation. I added a finger, gently sliding it into her warm heat. She groaned at the first feel of me inside of her.
“Ryan,” she moaned, sending a wave of primal pride through my body. Her hands traveled above her head and gripped themselves into her long brown hair. “Ryan.”
“Shhh,” I soothed her as I lapped away at her most sensitive parts, my tongue finding her swollen nub as my finger continued to thrust in and out of her gently. “Enjoy it, Bells.”
“That feels—” Her voice cut off with a low moan as I hit the perfect spot.
“I know, just relax. I’ve got you,” I encouraged her as I felt her inner muscles start to contract against my finger. I wanted to show her that anyone else she had been with before didn’t matter anymore. There was no going back after this. My tongue continued its assault on her clit until she was teetering over the edge. “Come on, baby, let go.”
“Oh, God!” Izabel screamed as she came all over my tongue. I kept up with my ministrations until her body slumped onto the bed. Planting one last kiss right below her belly button, I worked my way back to her mouth.
When we were face to face, I observed her mellowed-out expression. I pecked her lips and chuckled. Her blue eyes were glassy and dazed. “Hi,” I said cheekily.
“Hey,” she said back, smiling. “That was…”
“Perfect,” I filled in for her. “You’re perfect.”
