Page 26 of The Press Secretary's Passion
“It means that after the shitty day I’ve had, I want to something sweet to get the taste of all the ugly out of my mouth,” Ryan says, and he says it looking directly at me. “And that something sweet is you.”
“Me?” I whisper.
“Yeah,” he replies. “Now take off your clothes.”
“W-w-what are you going to do?” I stammer, because even injured, Ryan’s power and strength emanates from him in waves that fill the room and make me want to do what he asks me to.
“I’m going to lie back here on these pretty silk pillows of yours with all the frills in your girly bed, and you’re going to sit on my face while I eat you,” he says calmly, and by the glimmer in his eyes, I can tell he knows he’s got me. My heart, which had calmed down, is racing again, and with just a few words, he has me clenching my thighs together and my panties wet.
“And then what?” I whisper, and his smile widens.
“And then you’re going to ride my cock until we both come.” And I have to admit I like the sound of that. “And then we’re going to fall asleep in this bed. That is, unless you have other plans.”
“I was going to go on a safari,” I stupidly blurt out.
“Where to?” Ryan asks casually.
“Africa.”
“For how long?”
“Forever,” I admit, wondering why I can’t get my mouth to cease talking, and Ryan throws back his head and laughs. He must have scrambled my last remaining brain cells with his dirty talk.
“Baby?”
“Yeah?”
“Take off your clothes before I tear my stitches taking them off for you.”
“Okay.”
“Now would be good.”
My hands shake as I stand and reach for the hem of my tank tops and pull them over my head. I hear Ryan groan as they drop to the floor before I dip my fingertips into the waistband of my leggings, push them down my legs with my panties, and step out of them when they hit the carpet.
I stand in front of him bare and unsure of what to do, which seems ridiculous. This isn’t our first time together, but it is the first time I’ve ever had to take the lead. Before, I was always content to sit back and let Ryan set the tone, but now I can’t help but feel like maybe things are changing, and I won’t know just yet if it’s for worse or for better.
“Come here,” his deep voice rumbles, and I take a step closer. Ryan reaches out with his good arm and takes my hand in his, pulling me close before he places my palm over his crotch and covers my hand with his. He presses down so I can feel the heat and the hardness of him and how much he wants me. “Take my pants off.”
He squeezes my hand over him once more before letting me go. Carefully, I hook my fingers in the front of his jeans and pop the first button and then the next and then the one after that until the neat row of buttons are all undone and I part the worn denim. I swallow as I stare at his miles of tan skin and the dark hair that lightly covers his chest, along with dog tags hanging around his neck. Before, I was with pretty men who preen like peacocks, but lounging in front of me now is a real man. It’s like always having owned house cats and then accidentally letting in a lion.
“Quit playing with me, baby,” he says, and my eyes snap up to meet his. They flicker and spark with an electrical current, and I want to dive into it with my whole body.
I dip my fingers into the waistband of his jeans and feel the heat from his skin where it touches the back of my hands as I drag his pants and boxer briefs down his muscular legs. The dark material slides over the heavy bulge between his legs, and then his cock springs free. It’s long and thick and heavy as its veiny length bobs against his taut belly.
He’s beautiful in a rough and rugged kind of a way, but I still don’t stop until his clothes hit the carpet and he’s left in nothing but his dog tags. He digs his heels into the bed and uses his powerful legs to propel his body down the bed. And when he settles, I place a knee to the bed next to him and then the other.
With his free arm, he grabs my hand and pulls me to move up the bed. Ryan guides me to a spot near his shoulders, and I’m not sure I can do this. I might die of embarrassment.
“Put your hands on the headboard,” he commands, and I grip the iron curls at the top of the bed as he motions for me to place a knee on either side of his head. “Now lower down.”
My bare pussy hovers over his mouth, and my body goes solid. I couldn’t move if I wanted to, and I definitely want to, because I don’t know how to be this woman. In the real world, I can demand and take what I want, but here in the now, with Ryan in my bed, I’m not sure I can.
Before I can put any more thought to it, Ryan grips my hip in his hand and arches up as he licks up my center, making me gasp.
“Come to me,” he rasps as he drops back down to the bed, taking me with him.
“Ryan,” I pant as he holds me tight to his face. He drives his tongue deep inside me before he rolls my clit deep into his mouth.
