Page 40 of Loathing Ryan
“I trust you,” I said softly, my heart swelling with emotion.
He opened his eyes and gazed at me, smiling. It still felt strange to say those three words to Ryan, but I meant them with everything in me. In those days we spent together in the cabin, I had given a part of myself to him that I’m not sure I would ever get back. I trusted him with my life. I knew that without him, I’d probably have drowned in that river. In the last few days, I’d learned to lean on him in a way I never would have imagined. In some ways, I felt like trust wasn’t strong enough a word.
I pressed my hand against his shoulder and pushed him again. This time, I directed him with a completely different motive. He put up no fight and fell onto his back, his smoldering eyes never leaving mine. I could tell he was letting me take control here.
Ryan’s eyes traveled over my body, mounted above him, lingering on the places that intrigued him the most. His palms ran up and down my thighs as his eyes explored. I pressed my hands on his pecs, my finger spanning his smooth skin, feeling his warmth. I leaned down to kiss him. My hair fell from over my shoulder and curtained us as we melded our lips together.
Pulling back slightly, I whispered. “I’m ready now.”
Ryan let out a soft growl from the back of his throat. “Thank God.”
He effortlessly flipped us so he was back on top, asserting his dominance, and he picked up where we left off. Seating himself between my thighs, he leaned down, pressing open-mouthed kisses on both sides of my breasts, his tongue tracing along my skin. He continued down my stomach, causing my abdominal muscles to tense up as he tickled them with the prickly stubble he had on his chin. As he worked his way back up, he bit and nibbled my breasts before sucking one of my nipples in his mouth. His tongue flicked against the sensitive bud, making me squirm.
“Ryan,” I moaned as he moved on to my other breast, giving it the same loving attention.
His fingers found my slit, falling into the wetness. I moaned as he shifted his finger into me, gently thrusting it. Tongue swirling around my nipple, his finger slid inside me, sending shivers down my spine to my toes.
Continuing with this pattern, he took turns between my nipples and eventually added a second finger inside of me. Ryan kissed me hard and then pulled away, moving to my ear. “Are you gonna come again for me, Bells?” he asked in a whisper, his fingers gliding in and out at a pace that made me writhe, the pleasure building with every second.
I whimpered at his words and let the sensations overwhelm me as he took me higher and higher. “That’s it, pretty girl,” Ryan encouraged. “Let me have it.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. I felt my control slipping as I released and rode out my orgasm. Ryan kissed and smoothed my hair while keeping his fingers inside me, spurring more. I cried out for him when he pressed his weight against me—his chest over mine. His warmth seeped into me, causing my nipples to harden and my skin to tingle. I could feel the weight and rigidity of his erection against me as he inched forward.
I spread my legs to give him more room and gasped when I felt him settle. Ryan moaned and slid his body up and down through my folds, copying his movements from earlier. Finally, when I was on the brink of orgasm again, he pulled back and looked at me.
“Are you ready?”
I nodded fervently. Ryan closed the distance between us, settling in between my legs. The weight of him on top of me was delicious, and I felt my body getting more and more worked up with every second that passed.
“I’ll go slow. I need you to tell me if it gets too much,” he said. His voice had a husky rasp to it, laced with emotion. I bobbed my head up and down, and he kissed me again.”
I let out a pleasurable sigh as he pushed into me slowly, gently. There was a slight sting, a little discomfort at his size, but soon the pain melted into pure bliss. He noticed my shift and moved a little faster, taking me further with each thrust.
He kissed my nose, eyelids, and cheeks as he moved. Grabbing my leg, he adjusted, entering me at a different angle, which altered the sensation. I cried out as he hit the deepest part of me, now driving hard. I couldn’t hold it in anymore, and I let the wave wash over me as I came around him.
“Jesus, Bells, you feel so good,” Ryan grunted. “You’re perfect.”
“Don’t stop,” I whimpered. “Ryan,please.”
He didn’t.
My fingers had found their way into his hair, and I gripped him to me. My legs were wrapped around his waist, causing him to grind harder. His thrusts started getting erratic, not entirely as controlled as they were initially. I could tell he was close.
Ryan groaned, his eyes closing and brows furrowing as he gave his last few thrusts before thrusting deep into me and stilling. Burying his face in my neck, I felt him shudder and collapse. His breathing was shaky as he worked to steady his heart rate. I wrapped my arms around his back and slowly traced the ridges of his spine.
We stayed that way for a few minutes as we both came down from our highs. My mind was nothing but Ryan, replaying what had just happened over and over in my mind. The way he looked before he climaxed. The expression on his face as he kissed me and mumbled against my lips how beautiful I was. I was afraid to move, to break the enchantment.
Ryan inhaled and exhaled deeply, and then pushed himself off of me. He met my eyes with a boyish grin. “Wow,” he said.
I laughed. Wow, indeed.
He fell back against the mattress then, extending his arm and welcoming me to his side. I nestled in, resting my cheek on his chest.
This was bliss. I never wanted this moment to end.
I felt him press a kiss into my hair as I relaxed. “Was that okay?” he asked me, his voice breathy.
“Better than okay, actually.”
