Page 109 of Liberating Bells
He leans forward and presses hot kisses to my cheek and neck. I tilt my head, giving him better access, and moan at his impeccable work. Ryan’s hands trace over the outline of my body, over the curvature hips, then up until his hands cup underneath my aching breasts. I lean my head back and sigh as his fingers gently dance over my nipples.
I can feel his arousal poking against my lower back, but I let him continue his exploration. We sit there in the tub for about fifteen minutes before I think he loses the rest of his self-control.He flicks the drain with his foot, and the water level starts receding.
Ryan slips out from behind me and grabs a towel. My eyes watch his every movement, my heart rate increasing as I observe his handsome figure. Ryan is an attractive man—he always has been. But now, there’s something about the way his strong legs flex, and his abs tighten as he reaches for the towel, which instills a proud, possessive feeling in me. Maybe it’s still the excitement of our engagement, but I just can’t ever seem to get enough of him.
Ryan comes back to the tub and holds out a towel for me. When I stand, he wraps me up as I step over the edge. The towel covers my body, enveloping me in a fuzzy cocoon of warmth. Ryan’s arms wrap around me next, and he shuffles the two of us into our conjoining bedroom. He rubs his hands up and down the length of my arms, trying to warm me and get all the water droplets dried off.
Stepping around to face me, his eyes are tender as they trace over my face. His hand comes up and fits itself in the crevice of my jawbone and my neck. He extends his thumb, rubbing the pad over my bottom lip. His eyes flare when I dart my tongue out, licking the edge of his finger.
As he leans forward, he takes my mouth in his, prying my lips open and not leaving any room for mercy. He kisses me heatedly, tangling his tongue with mine and walking us over to the edge of the bed without breaking our connection.
When he reaches the bed, he sits down on the mattress. His hands go to where mine are grasping the edge of the towel, and he pulls them away. A smirk plays gently on my lips as I let the towel slip from my body. The cold air hits my bare skin, making me shiver. Ryan’s hands are on me then, discovering and exploring my silhouette. He leans forward and presses kisses between my breasts, trailing up my chest until he reaches mycollarbone. Ryan dots kisses along the length of my chest, his hands notching against my hips and pulling me toward him.
In one swift movement, Ryan arranges himself, so he’s lying on his back, his head resting on the pillow. He reaches for my hand and guides me on top of him. I adjust to a comfortable position and let him retake the lead.
He captures my mouth and kisses me, letting me know exactly where he wants this to go. I shift my hips and feel the rigidity of his length running along my center. Arousal flows through me like molten lava, my body burning for him. I rock back and forth against his body and feel the energy spark at my movements. Ryan pulls away from our kiss and throws his head back in a noisy groan, his hands locating my hips as he helps me find my rhythm.
“Just like that, Bells,” he murmurs, his deep voice making me tremble. “Take what you need.Jesus.” He groans, then as I shift my hips a little more.
Ryan adjusts me a little, lifting my hips and then reaching down to position himself at my entrance. A hiss escapes his teeth the minute he enters me, closing his eyes in ecstasy. He sinks into me as deep as he can, and I pause for a second, letting my body adjust to the incredible feeling of how he fills me.
I brace my hands against his chest and move my hips up and down his length. Ryan matches me thrust for thrust, locking his green eyes on me to gauge my reaction. I feel myself climbing higher and higher as I grind my hips harder against him. Ryan’s hands curve toward my backside, angling my hips downward slightly against him. The slight change is all it takes to reach the peak of pleasure. I cry out, feeling my body erupt.
When I open my eyes, Ryan looks like he could devour me. He moves then, slipping out, making me groan at the loss of contact. He carefully adjusts us, so we’re standing, me leaningover the bed. As he enters me swiftly from behind, I sigh in happiness, and he starts thrusting again.
His hips piston into me, and my hands claw at the sheets. The sounds of my moans and his heavy breaths fill the room, and I feel myself falling over the edge again. My body shudders, and my hands stiffen.
“That’s it,” Ryan gasps as he bends over my back, pressing our heated skin together. “You gorgeous, wonderful woman. I love you so much.”
He’s still moving in me, though I can tell he’s getting closer to finishing. His thrusts are becoming more erratic, and he’s panting hard. With a sigh, I tilt my head a little so he can see my face. Ryan’s tempo speeds up.
I give a happy, blissful smile and then murmur, “I can’t wait for you to be my husband.”
He gives a strangled moan behind me, my words pushing him over the edge. Collapsing against me, he presses his forehead between my shoulder blades as he climaxes. His body jerks a few times, and then he stills.
We stay there for a moment longer before he pulls out of me. I stand up straight, my legs wobbling. Ryan notices, his hands jolting to my hips to hold me steady while I regain my bearings. Draping an arm across my chest, he pulls my back into his front. He presses open-mouthed kisses against my neck before sucking my earlobe between his teeth.
“I love you, Bells,” he whispers in my ear.
I scrape my nails against his arm on my chest gently, making his skin break out in goosebumps. “I love you too, Ry.”
He kisses my cheek again before letting me go and jogging to the bathroom to grab a wet washcloth. Handing it to me when he comes out, he allows me to clean myself up while he gets a glass of water.
I put the cloth back in the bathroom, and then settle in bed underneath the covers. Ryan joins me a moment later, letting me curl up against his body. I tuck my cheek against his chest. My eyes fall shut when his hands wrap around me protectively.
“It’s always so good with you,” he mumbles against my hair.
I pull back, giving him a shit-eating grin. “Yeah?”
“Mhmm. No one else compares to you, Bells. Not ever.”
My toes tingle with happiness, and I snuggle into his warmth more. My heart feels full. “Well, I think we have effectively christened our little love-shack, what do you think?”
A laugh rumbles out of his chest, and his arm flexes. “Thank God no one walked in on us this time.”
I chuckle as I remember how mortifying it was when Mac interrupted us as teenagers. It was such an awkward mix of relief that another human had found us, and frustration because he found us in the throes of passion.
With a relaxed sigh, I close my eyes, suddenly feeling exhausted. Ryan’s hand rubs soothing circles on my lower back, and the movements start lulling me to sleep.
