by Ella Fox
“I thought you might be out for the night,” he said as he climbed onto the bed next to me, pulling me into his arms as he did so.
I yawned and snuggled against his chest. “I’m mostly awake. I’m also hungry,” I admitted.
“Now that you mention it, me too,” he laughed. “I’m in the mood for a burger and fries, but I’ll eat anything you want to.”
My stomach perked up at the mention of a burger. “Meatttt,” I drawled. “That’s a solid yes for me. Where should we go?”
“It’s your call,” he answered. “I’m good with anything.”
“How about we go to Burger King? I could do some damage to a Whopper.”
“I’m all over it,” he laughed as he maneuvered so we were both sitting up.
My belly was full of butterflies when he grinned down at me. Being in his bed, naked, was
magical.
“You’re giving me the look,” he growled.
I blushed and looked away.
“Nope,” I lied.
“Ah, sweetheart,” he sighed as he leaned in. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
He cupped my face and tilted my head back, covering my mouth with his. One kiss led to another… and we didn’t wind up going to Burger King at all. Instead, we ate cereal in his kitchen about an hour later. He then whipped out the box of chocolates I’d made for him and fed me two pieces. Apparently I gave him the look as he fed me, because the next thing I knew I was braced against the counter as he had me again. By the time we got back into his bedroom, I was almost comatose. I fell asleep in his arms and then slept like a stone through the night.
Being a creature of habit meant I woke up at five the following morning. Ryan was out like a light, so I carefully extracted myself from his arms and got out of the bed without disturbing him. I grabbed the t-shirt he’d given me to wear the night before and threw it on before heading into the bathroom. Knowing he wouldn’t mind, I threw my hair up into a bun and took a quick shower. I’d have washed my hair, but he didn’t have conditioner and that wouldn’t have ended well.
After I dried off and left the bathroom, I crept out of the bedroom on my tiptoes. When I got into the kitchen, I smiled as I approached Ryan’s Keurig. The night before, I’d noticed that in addition to coffee K-cups, he also had an entire stand of hot chocolate K-cups, just for his nieces and nephew. Being a hot chocolate junkie, I was delighted to see it.
I turned on the Keurig and loaded in one of the cups. I put half a cup of water into the reservoir and then filled the bottom half of my cup with milk before hitting brew. I leaned in and inhaled the chocolate scented goodness as my cup brewed. When it was ready, I pulled a container of chocolate syrup from the refrigerator and poured a liberal amount into my cup as I stirred. Taking the first sip of the deliciously decadent delight, I groaned. It was perfect. I was taking my second sip when I heard Ryan coming into the kitchen behind me. Turning around, I smiled and watched his approach. Even just having awoken, he was gorgeous. Clad only in a pair of boxers, he looked like sex on legs.
“Love seeing you in my shirt,” he announced.
He came in close and kissed me softly.
“Mm,” he groaned when he pulled back. “Your lips are so damn sweet. I could kiss you all day.”
Before I could tell him I was more than okay with that he continued, “but I need to feed you some real food. How about we get dressed and go out for breakfast?”
I was a breakfast lover, mostly because I never got to eat it. In general I was too busy opening the shop to stop and eat eggs.
“How about Denny’s?” I asked excitedly. “I could get reallllllly enthusiastic about a grand slam breakfast.”
Throwing his head back, Ryan laughed. “I think you’re pretty excited now, baby. If my woman wants Denny’s, my woman will have Denny’s. Let’s throw on some clothes and go.”
My heart melted when he called me his woman. I’d always hoped the perfect man was out there for me, but until Ryan, I hadn’t been confident I’d really find him. He dropped another kiss on my lips before guiding me down the hall to his room as I continued drinking my hot chocolate. When we got into his room, I wrinkled my nose as I realized I didn’t have any clothes to change into. My one pet peeve was wearing dirty clothes, which meant I was loathe to put on anything I’d worn the day before.
“We’ll have to stop at my house,” I announced.
“Or,” he countered, “you could wear a pair of my sweats and a t-shirt. Then on the way back from breakfast we can stop at your place for clothes.”
My stomach growled as he spoke, so I agreed without argument. I looked a little wild clad in his gray sweatpants and a long sleeve Northface t-shirt, especially since my only shoe choice was my ankle boots. Fashionable I was not, but Ryan insisted I looked sexy as hell. Which, in turn, made me feel sexy.
After we stuffed ourselves at Denny’s, he drove me to my apartment. He seemed fascinated by my place, walking around my living room and looking at all of the photos and books I had out. I kicked off my shoes and went to the kitchen island to sort the mail I’d picked up on the way in.
“It even smells sweet in here,” he teased as he came up behind me.
“It sounds silly, but I bake to relax,” I said over my shoulder. “I made sugar cookies on Thursday for my neighbor.”
Wrapping his arms around me from behind, he rested his chin on my head. “I’ll always associate the smell of sweetness with you,” he rasped.
My breath caught in my throat as I relaxed into him.
“Oh yeah?” I asked.
“Yep,” he chuckled, “and that’s probably going to be a real problem when I’m in a public place and my dick is harder than a diamond because I smell sugar.”
Pushing my hair to one side, he set his nose against my neck and inhaled.
“Even now, when you used my body wash, you smell sweet. It’s just you.”
I nodded, unable to form words, because as he spoke he slipped his hands beneath the t-shirt I was wearing and began caressing my stomach. Ever so slowly his hands traveled up, my breath catching in my throat when he cupped my breasts. He pulled the cups of my bra down and swirled his thumbs over my nipples, his breath hot against my neck. I moaned when he pinched each of my nipples, laughing when I gasped.
“All during breakfast I kept thinking about how the only thing you had on under my shirt and sweatpants was this bra. You know why I was thinking that?”
I shook my head as he pinched again. I bit my bottom lip as I let out a little moan and rubbed my rear against him. His dick was hard, and I was getting wet.
“I was thinking all I had to do was pull the sweatpants down and your pussy would be bare and ready for me to feast.”
As he said it, his hands moved down to my waist. His fingers worked quickly to release the drawstring of the sweatpants before letting them drop to the floor.
“Step out of them,” he ordered.
I did so quickly, laughing when he pulled up the hem of the t-shirt and pulled it over my head. He then made quick work of unhooking my bra before pushing it forward so it trailed down my arms. It landed in a heap on the floor next to the discarded sweatpants and t-shirt. I squeaked when he gripped me by the waist and lifted me up, turning me to face him before setting me down on the island and stepping between my legs.
“I’m still hungry,” he growled.
I blushed as I licked my lips. “You are?”
He nodded. “I have a very specific addiction, and it hasn’t been fed today.”
I swallowed thickly as my heartbeat picked up speed. Ryan ran his hand up my torso to my neck before sliding it behind my head and pulling me forward. I met him without hesitation, whimpering as he traced my lips with his tongue. I loved the way he took over and kissed me, especially the way it always seemed like he couldn’t get enough. Only when I was thoroughly kissed and completely enthralled did he pull back.
“Lean back,” he commanded.
I leaned back onto my e
lbows and stared at him as he spread my legs and bent forward. Setting his nose against my mound, he trailed it back and forth a half dozen times.
“Mm,” he rasped. “You smell so good.”
My eyes rolled back when he slowly licked from the bottom of my sex to the top. Wrapping his arms around my thighs, he held me in place as he licked and sucked my sensitive clit. I cried out as I ground against him, lost in the sensations of him feasting on me. When he slid two fingers inside of me and began moving them in and out, I felt my pussy getting wetter.
“Fucking love how wet you get,” he said.
I groaned his name when he touched the tip of my clit.
“Please,” I begged. “Oh, please.”
The pads of his fingers began rubbing a magical spot inside of me that I’d heard about but never found myself.
“Oh my God,” I gasped, “that’s… so… oh!”
He tapped against it several times before he went back to rubbing, his motions getting faster.
“That’s right,” he rasped. “Be a good girl, Julia. Come for me.”
My back arched as the breath exploded from my lungs and I came with a silent scream. I heard how wet I was, heard how fast his fingers were working inside of me, and it made me crazy. His tongue swirled over my clit as my orgasm went on and on.
“Ryan,” I gasped. “Ryan!”
I had only just finishing coming when he picked me up off the counter and headed to the hallway, walking all the way down to where my bedroom door stood open. He set me down on the bed before standing up and tearing his clothes off. Seconds later he was over me, his cock rubbing against my soaked pussy.
“We haven’t used a condom even once,” he noted. “If you have anything here you want me to use, now’s the time to tell me.”
We’d talked about it the night before, so I knew he hadn’t had sex in years. I knew most people would argue that we needed to use protection, but I didn’t care. Even thinking of him getting me pregnant turned me on. Plus, it wasn’t like I had condoms.
I shook my head. “I don’t have anything.”
He grinned down at me as he lined himself up. “I was hoping you’d say that,” he admitted as he thrust inside.
It was the fourth time we’d had sex, but it didn’t matter. I still felt my body stretching to accommodate him, the sweetest sting of him being a little too much spreading through me as I gripped his forearms with my hands.
“Your pussy is so fucking perfect,” he groaned. “I don’t want to wear condoms, Julia. Ever.”
I nodded as he reared back and then thrust in hard.
“I want to fuck,” he said as he pulled out and slammed back in, “your tight little pussy without anything between us, ever.”
I whimpered as he pulled out and then thrust in several times in quick succession.
“I want to go deep,” he rasped, “and cum inside of you as much as humanly possible.”
I gasped as my pussy clenched around him.
“I want to fuck it in there hard, filling you up until you can’t take another drop. I want you stuffed full of my cock and my cum.”
My head tossed back and forth as he started thrusting into me faster and faster.
“Yes,” I cried. “Fuck me. Cum in me.”
“I’m going to,” he ground out. “I’m going to fuck you and fuck you and fuck you. Do you know why?”
I nodded as I wrapped my legs around his waist to meet his frantic thrusts.
“I do,” I gasped.
I did, too. I knew exactly why. He wanted to come in me so I’d get pregnant. I knew it and so did he.
“You’re going to look so fucking good growing our baby,” he growled. “I’ll treat you like a fucking queen.”
“Ryan,” I squeaked. “Please!”
“It won’t be just one, either,” he panted as he pounded into me. “I’ll have you knocked up for years. I’ll never stop,” he rasped, “because I’ll never get enough of you, Julia. I’ll fuck you every day and it still won’t ever be enough.”
My bedframe thumped against the wall as he continued thrusting.
“Never,” I agreed frantically, “never enough.”
“I want you to rub this pretty pussy,” he instructed. “Let me watch you teasing your clit. Make yourself come on my dick.”
I reached between us with my left hand, circling my clit as he fucked me.
“Work that pussy and get ready to take all of my cum,” he growled.
I was right there, just about to go over, when he bent his head and sucked my right nipple into his mouth. I screamed as my pussy locked up on him, my body shaking as I came. I thought he’d cum right as I did, but he didn’t. I was mid-orgasm when he pulled out and flipped me over, pulling me up onto my knees. A second or two later he was pushing into me from behind, my pussy struggling to take him. He was even bigger in that position, and I was already spasming from my orgasm.
“Ryan!” I wailed. “God!”
His fingers dug into my hips as he used them for leverage, pounding in and out of me at a frantic pace.
“I love your tight little cunt,” he growled.
The smack, smack, smack of skin against skin was almost deafening. My heartbeat was so loud I could hear it in my ears and my breath was nothing more than a series of gasps. His balls smacked against my pussy with each forward thrust, and I knew I was going to come again. With my right hand I reached between my legs, rubbing my clit as he thrust.
“That’s right,” he praised, “come on my cock again, baby. Get me good and wet.”
I saw stars when my body exploded, my pussy clenching around him as I buried my face in my bedding and screamed. He pulled me back hard, his cock as far inside of me as it could go.
The moment I felt the heat of his release inside of me, my orgasm doubled, my breath leaving me in a whoosh as I continued to come. I’d never known it would feel like that, the hotness of his cum hitting my womb having an almost aphrodisiac effect.
I slumped forward, almost faint because I’d forgotten to breathe for a few seconds. Flat on my stomach, I shivered as Ryan continued thrusting in and out as he finished. His movements caused my clit to rub against the bed, and I bit my lip as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. When he was finished, he collapsed on top of me before wrapping an arm around my waist and turning over so I was on top of him, my back to his front. He stayed inside of me, barely softening. The harsh sounds of our breathing filled the room as he ran his hands up and down my stomach.
“Can’t wait to see this stomach growing our babies,” he murmured.
“It could be happening even as we speak,” I whispered.
“That’s the hope,” he said. “And that’s why I’m not pulling out yet. I want to make sure you’ve got plenty inside of you to do the work. We’ll give those swimmers a chance and then I’ll give you some more. I’ll have you pregnant in no time.”
I couldn’t believe how turned on I got hearing that.
“Are we crazy?”
He laughed beneath me. “I think we’d be crazy if we ignored this. I knew the second I saw you that you were mine.”
I smiled as he wrapped his arms around my middle and hugged me to him.
“I knew, too,” I admitted.
Most people didn’t believe in love at first sight. Because of Ryan, I knew better.
Chapter Seven
A few hours later, after some amazing shower sex and a little nap, Ryan’s sister Jamie texted and asked if he would bring me to Sunday dinner. Ryan assured me that I didn’t have to go if I felt in any way uncomfortable, but I was excited to meet his family. I spent the afternoon making cupcakes in my kitchen while also watching Stranger Things with Ryan on Netflix. I finished putting the cupcakes in my Tupperware container when he came and wrapped his arms around me.
“I think we should make a plan for this week,” he announced. “What day did you book into the spa?”
“Wednesday from nine in the morning to around three o’cloc
k.”
His hands rubbed softly up and down my back as he smiled down at me. “So we’re free to do whatever we want the rest of the time?”
“Yep. We can have dinner every night after you’ve finished work.”
I hated the idea of not seeing him for so many hours a day. He’d told me the day before he tended to leave work after eight. I was normally getting into bed around that time. I worried about how we would be able to combine our schedules.
He shook his head. “That’s just not going to work, Sweetheart.”
My heart dropped. What kind of relationship were we going to have if we only saw each other on weekends?
I dropped my chin and bit my lip. “So we won’t see each other until Friday night?”
Ryan shook his head as he put two fingers under my chin and tilted it back.
“I’d never survive that long without you. When I said it wasn’t going to work, I meant seeing each other for dinner isn’t enough time. Since you’re on vacation this week, so am I. I already emailed my partner and my assistant and told them I'd be out. That means we have this whole week to ourselves. So if there’s anything you want to do, let me know. I’ve got nothing but time for you, sweetheart.”
My lower lip quivered as I stared up at him with tear-filled eyes.
“You did that for me?”
Cupping either side of my face, he smiled. “You’ll learn there’s nothing I won’t do for you, Julia.”
Dinner at his sister's house was a blast. Emmett was super excited to see me again, and his sisters, Rosalie and Alice, were a hoot. They oohed and aahed over my cupcakes, and then asked if they could visit me at work so they could see what working in a bakery was like.
Jamie was as sweet as Ryan had said she would be. When he introduced me to her, she burst into tears and pulled me in for a hug. I laughed because I could feel her baby kicking as her stomach rested against mine.
“You’re the answer to so many prayers,” she cried.
Her husband Harrison was a delight as well. Funny and charming, he went out of his way to welcome me to their family. We all wound up in the kitchen to help with dinner so Jamie wouldn’t “over exert” herself, something her husband and Ryan were very serious about. For all intents and purposes, they prepared the entire meal while Jamie and I sat at the counter and talked. My sum contribution was slicing the French bread while Jamie took out the grated cheese to put on the spaghetti. Harrison took the kids to set the table, and Jamie followed along after them, issuing instructions.