by Calista Fox
“Hey,” she said, instantly cutting him off. “I totally appreciate everything you’ve done for me. I mean, you really saved my ass on Friday. But if anything happens to me, it’s not on your head, Ryan.” She gave him a pointed look. “I can see how protective you are and that you’re constantly worried about my size. But you can’t take responsibility for the fact The Powers That Be failed to give me longer legs and a sturdier frame.”
He opened his mouth to respond as his head came off the pillow, but she pressed a finger to his lips.
“With regard to the latter,” she said in a stern tone, “I may be small, but I am not fragile. So don’t you dare treat me that way.”
His head dropped back to the pillow. “You can’t quite understand where I’m coming from, sweetheart.”
With a hollow laugh, she said, “Oh please. I’d load a science and a math book in my arms and you’d immediately swoop in to carry them for me, as if the extra weight might tip me over. When I tried out for the cheer squad, the advisors told me I was a great dancer, but all the girls had to do flips and they were too afraid I’d break a frail bone, despite the fact I could do back handsprings around every one of their chosen girls. I’m always a liability,” she said, tears suddenly filling her eyes.
She moved away from him so swiftly and unexpectedly, he couldn’t pull her back. Slipping from the bed, she tugged on the lace of the bodice of her nightgown, moving the material back into place.
“Hey,” he said as he rolled onto his side, propped his elbow on the mattress and rested his head in his palm. A very unassuming position, he hoped. “I never called you that.”
She stood in the middle of her large bedroom and planted her hands on her hips. “How can you not think it after Friday night?”
“And how many times has that situation happened to you, Ginger?” he asked, keeping his tone level.
Drawing in a deep breath, she held it a moment before slowly letting it out. With a somewhat defeated look on her face—because he’d sapped the wind from her sails—she said, “Never.”
“Well, there you go.”
She sank onto the bench that ran the width of her bed. The entire decor was soft and sensuous, all in creamy ivory and rich chocolate. Sophisticated and luxurious rather than girly.
Ginger said, “My entire life, people have naturally wanted to take great care with me. I’m not unappreciative, mind you. But I don’t want you holding yourself accountable for my lack of…” She shook her head as though trying to find the right word. A hand swept along the front of her as she settled on one. “Substance.”
Ryan grinned. “Trust me, there’s plenty of substance there.” His gaze landed on her enticing chest, which made her laugh, despite her intense diatribe.
Standing, she moved around to the side of the bed and climbed back into it. He pulled her to him and she snuggled alongside him.
Not discounting anything she’d said or how she felt, he told her in an earnest voice, “You think you have all these shortcomings because you’re petite. I, on the other hand, find your curvy little body and sexy assets appealing. I also admire your spunk and your contradictory intensity. And the fact you never let anyone keep you down—be it by way of reducing your shop to ashes or robbing you. All of these things, Ginger, make me admire and respect you. And want you even more.”
She was silent as she absorbed his words, but he could hear her swallow down a hard lump in the quiet room, lit only by the beams of moonlight through the windows. The tops of the tall, wide frames were accented by ivory-colored sheer scarves, but the panes themselves were bare, showcasing a flower garden and the lake beyond.
“You’re very sweet,” she told him. “And I’m only petite when I’m not wearing heels.” Which she’d kicked off before joining him.
“I’m not complaining. I think you’re a little dynamo.”
She smiled as she brushed away the tear that had rolled down her flushed cheek. “I’m being overly sensitive again. Just seems as though there are a lot of odds stacked against us.”
“We can overcome them,” Ryan assured her as he pulled her to him. They were both lying on their sides and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly to him.
“This is certainly worth the effort,” she muttered, her soft breath teasing his skin at the opening of his shirt.
She continued what she’d started in the living room, working the buttons on his flap and then pulling the hem from the waist of his pants.
As her hand glided over his abs and up to his pecs, she let out a long sigh of appreciation.
“You are just so magnificently built, Ryan Bain.”
Grinning at her, he said, “Glad you like what you see.”
“I like what I see and what I feel. Your hard body pressed to mine. Your arms around me.” His head dipped as his lips swept over hers. She sighed again. “You kissing me.”
“I do enjoy kissing you,” he assured her. “And holding you in my arms.” His tone turned darker as he added, “And making you come.”
She shivered. “Do it again.”
Ginger didn’t have to tell him twice. Ryan rolled onto his back, bringing her with him. She straddled his lap as his hands slipped under the midnight-blue satin spilling all around them. His palms skimmed her bare skin as his hands swept up her outer thighs to her waist, bringing the flowing skirt with him as it draped over his forearms. He continued until he reached the lace of the bodice. He carefully worked his hands under the tighter material.
She giggled as he took advantage of the situation and cupped her breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze.
With a playful pout, he said, “I don’t think laughing is the appropriate response at this particular moment.”
“Just amused over how you don’t miss any opportunities presented.”
“Well,” he said with lust and admiration in his eyes, “they’re very nice breasts.”
“Too bad I didn’t have them in high school. I might have been able to divert your attention from homework and sports for more than ten minutes at a time.”
“Nothing could have diverted my attention from homework and sports for more than ten minutes at a time. I needed a scholarship in order to go to college.”
With a nod, she said, “I was thinking someday I’d take online classes. Maybe get a degree in marketing. That’s a skill I need to refine.”
“Never too late, sweetheart. And you’re only twenty-five.”
He continued on his mission of getting her naked. She raised her arms above her head and he stripped off the nightgown and carefully tossed it toward the bench at the end of the bed.
He groaned. “Damn, you are seriously beautiful.” With his hands on her biceps, he guided her forward, until she was propped up with her forearms resting on his chest.
Her blonde curls cascaded over her shoulders and down her bare back. He lifted them away from her face as he kissed her, long and leisurely, but with such heat an inferno ignited low in her belly.
Ryan eased her onto her back and moved away so he could hook his fingers in the waistband of her thong and drag the lace down her legs. The panties went the way of her nightgown as he took her in with an expression of desire, want and need on his chiseled face.
He yanked off his shirt and then parted her thighs, spreading them wide to accommodate his large frame between them.
Ginger’s pulse spiked at the way he looked at her, the way he touched her. He settled on the bed and trailed his lips and tongue over the sensitive inner portion of one thigh, sparking all kinds of riotous sensations within her. Her fingers plowed through his silky strands and her head fell back against the mountain of pillows. She sighed dreamily as he kissed and lightly nipped her flesh.
Then, coming up on an elbow, his free hand grazed her stomach before inching downward until his fingers covered her mound. He caressed the slick folds, and then massaged her clit with a tantalizing rhythm that made her eyelids flutter closed as a soft moan escaped her lips.
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bsp; Her hips began to rock and he changed up the position, using the pad of his thumb to stimulate the tingling bud between her legs. His tempo was much quicker, with enough pressure to turn Ginger’s soft moans into sharp pants. Her back arched and her hips rolled. Molten lava flowed through her veins and everything inside her became hot and prickly in an exciting way.
The man needed mere seconds to arouse her.
When his head bowed and his tongue swiped over her swollen flesh in lieu of his thumb, her body jolted and she gasped for air.
The intimate kiss he gave her wasn’t a shock to the system. The way it felt was. So warm and wet and sexy. He didn’t stop for a second, didn’t give her a chance to assimilate to the new sensations coursing through her. Rather, the tip of his tongue flicked her clit and then he gently suckled it, making her cry out.
“Oh God,” she said on a jagged breath. “Ryan, that is unbelievable. That feels so, so good.”
Coherent thought clearly eluded her, because she couldn’t come up with anything more clever to say about the clever things he did to her.
As he licked and suckled, sometimes lightly tugging on her labia, he pushed a finger into her pussy.
“Oh yes,” Ginger moaned. “Make me come.”
She barreled quickly toward another powerful release as he stroked her inner walls while teasing her clit with his mouth. Ginger gripped a fistful of the chocolate-colored, silk duvet beneath her as the fingers of her other hand remained tangled in Ryan’s hair.
He lifted his head and moved slightly upward, dropping kisses on her belly as he worked a second finger into her wet pussy, filling her and making her cry out from the tight, yet oh so scintillating sensation.
His thumb resumed rubbing her clit in a quick, determined way as he whispered, “Come again for me. With my fingers inside you, sweetheart. Come for me.”
Ginger could not have held back if she’d tried. Wave after wave of emotion and erotic sensations crashed over her and she called out his name as her orgasm hit her hard and rippled outward through every inch of her until her entire body tingled and burned in a delicious way.
Ryan shifted again as he settled beside her, but his hand lingered on her mound, covering her and slowly massaging the prickly parts as his lips skimmed over her ribs to her breasts. He suckled a nipple as she still trembled and gasped from the release he’d given her.
“Oh Lord help me,” Ginger mumbled. “That was so amazing.”
With a low chuckle, Ryan said, “That one did shake the rafters.”
She laughed. “I’m officially adding that to my list of favorite things. Right up there with your kisses.”
“Are you telling me you want me to do this to you on a regular basis?”
Ginger knew there was a wicked glint in her eyes as she said, “You had better.”
He kissed her softly, then muttered, “Gladly.”
“That’s really just too fantastic for words.”
Wrapping his arms around her as they lay on their sides again, he kissed her deeply before saying, “You naughty, naughty woman.”
With a smile, she told him, “I always suspected I was a dirty girl, deep down. I’m quite the little slut, aren’t I?”
His amusement was stamped across his devastatingly handsome face. “You’re a virgin and a good Christian. I don’t think you’ve got ‘slut’ in your blood, sweetheart.”
“Humor me,” she said as her naked body wiggled against his, making him groan. “I like being bad with you.”
“I will admit, you are good at it.”
“And you haven’t even seen my best moves yet,” she teased, borrowing his line from earlier.
His brow jerked and he asked, “You’ve got moves?”
“Mm-hmm.” With that, she gave him a gentle shove and he rolled onto his back. Her hands and mouth roamed his chest and abs, touching and tasting as he sighed contentedly.
The tip of her tongue flicked over a small, hard nipple, and he let out a sharp grunt. Spurred on, she ran a hand down his perfectly sculpted stomach and over his crotch, gently cupping his hard cock.
His hand closed over hers as he said in a strained tone, “Point taken.”
“I want to touch you,” she told him. “I want to make you feel the way you make me feel.”
“Well, you’ve pretty much got me jumping out of my skin. For entirely different reasons.”
She smiled. “I can help alleviate some of the tension. Just give me some guidance.”
“I don’t think you need guidance,” he said, heat flashing in his eyes. “You’ve got instinct on your side.”
“And those books,” she reminded him. Coming up on her knees, she quickly worked the fastening of his belt and then his fly. She shifted on the bed and removed his boots and socks, then shucked his pants. His black briefs were damn sexy, particularly with the bulge his thick cock created. She let out a low whistle. “Nice.”
Though she was turned inside out once again, a tiny shred of anxiety skittered through her. He really was a mammoth of a man. But so incredibly alluring. And she wanted him. She wanted him bad.
Her hand skimmed over his cock again and his hips bucked. She bit back a smile.
“Show me what you like,” she challenged him. “So I’m not floundering and wasting your time.”
In a tight voice, he said, “You are definitely not wasting my time. Or floundering. You do what comes natural to you. Whatever you want.”
Her head cocked to the side as she insisted, “I want to do it right.”
He covered her hand again and showed her how much pressure to apply while she stroked him through his briefs. Then he guided her hand lower to his balls and said, “Little gentler here. The boys are sensitive.”
She massaged lightly, eliciting a sexy sound from him that was encouraging.
Now for the real fun.
Very carefully, she peeled the waistband back so it didn’t catch on the tip of his penis. She eased his briefs down and tossed them aside. Glancing back at him, her eyes widened and her breath hitched.
“Good Lord,” she whispered. “How was there anything left over for the other men in this world?”
“Ha, ha,” he quipped. He reached for her as he said, “Come here.”
She deflected his advance with a shake of her head. “Oh no. This is much too delicious to pass up. You are just…so irresistible.”
Her pulse raced and her pussy started to throb again. Yes, it’d be a snug fit when they eventually made love, but she was already anticipating how wonderful he’d feel inside her, all hot and hard and so big he’d fill that void she’d lived with her entire adult life.
Wrapping her fingers around his shaft—so rigid and yet so supple—caused lightning bolts to zap all of her erogenous zones. Including the ones she’d never known existed. Moving her hand up and down was a bit cumbersome, so she released him and licked her palm, having picked up that tip in one of her novels. She then resumed her position and more easily slid her hand along his skin, making Ryan groan.
Determined to be good at this, she bent her head to him and drew her tongue along his skin from base to tip. She unraveled her fingers and merely held him against her palm as she licked him again. And again. Then, when his cock was slick from her ministrations, she pressed it against the valley of her breasts, since he seemed to find them appealing. In turn, he pressed the full mounds together, encasing his shaft as his hips lifted and lowered, sliding his cock between her breasts.
Ah, how those massage oils and lubricants she stocked in her store would come in handy! But she’d never needed them before tonight. Had never considered enjoying them herself, though they’d begun to fly off the shelves since Liza had come to town. Jess and some of their other friends now discretely dropped the bottles into their bags as they handed Ginger the sales sticker, not wanting to draw attention to their naughty purchases.
But even though Ginger felt a wicked thrill over what she was doing to Ryan, and he was getting more and more into it as
his cock pumped between her breasts, she didn’t find it the least bit tawdry. Pleasuring him—and giving him something in return for those two earth-shattering orgasms—made her happy. And he made her feel sexy and sensual. Not small and virginal, but…womanly.
Releasing him, she got bolder and gripped the base of his penis with one hand as her tongue teased the underside of his head before she drew the tip into her mouth.
His hips jerked and he let out a hiss. “Jesus, Ginger,” he said on a ragged breath. “You could start out as a B student, you know? Work your way up to that A so you don’t give me a heart attack right off the bat.”
She lifted her head and daringly said, “I was shootin’ for an A-plus.”
He groaned as his head dropped back to the pillow. “Overachiever,” he murmured, but didn’t stop her from continuing.
She took him deeper into her mouth and sucked harder, pulling those sexy sounds from him again. He shoved his hands through her hair and lifted the heavy curls off her shoulders and away from her face as her head bobbed up and down. She couldn’t take him all the way into her mouth, obviously, so she used her hand at his base to grip him tight as she made love to him with her mouth.
His breathing escalated and she got more adventurous. She kept one hand on his cock, but used the other to cup his balls, tenderly rolling the sac between her fingers. His bucking increased and soon he was grunting and groaning about as loudly as she’d done earlier.
“Oh yeah,” he said on harsh breath. “Just like that. You’re driving me wild.”
She kept at it. His cock pumped in and out of her mouth until he said, “Just use your hand, Ginger. I’m gonna come.”
She didn’t stop what she was doing.
He warned her again. “Sweetheart, I’m close.”
Ginger knew what to expect. The erotic stories she’d read had covered this. Though she wasn’t entirely sure of how she’d handle it, she was certainly prepared for it.
Sucking him harder sent a spasm through Ryan’s body and then he called out, “Ginger!” as he came.
She gloated all the way to the bathroom, having rode out the mind-blowing release with him and then triumphantly flashing a grin as she’d successfully proven she truly did have some moves of her own.