by Susan Stoker
“Absolutely.” He’d give her whatever she wanted. “What do you want to talk about instead?”
She smiled then. A seductive smile that he felt in his dick. Her arms moved from behind him to his stomach. “How about if we don’t talk at all?” She slowly pulled the shirt from where it had been tucked into his jeans and began to unbutton it. Her fingertips brushed against his belly and chest as she moved upward. When she had it all the way open, she laid her palms flat against his chest and seductively ran them up and down.
“You might not be hungry,” she purred, “but I’m suddenly ravenous.”
Ryder moved his hands down to her ass and palmed the shapely globes. “You are, huh?”
“Uh-huh,” she replied. “Starving.” Her thumbs found his nipples and flicked over them with a rough touch.
Ryder felt both his nipples and his cock turn rock hard at her touch.
He squeezed her butt cheeks once more, then moved his hands to the back of her thighs. “Up,” he ordered.
Felicity had leaned into him and was running her nose up and down the edge of his jaw, and pulled back at his order. “What?”
“Jump up,” Ryder said again, pressing against her legs to let her know what he meant.
A gleam appeared in her eye, and she curled one leg around his outer thigh before giving a little hop.
Ryder boosted her up and moved his hands to support her ass as she curled her legs around his waist. He was on the move before she opened her mouth.
“In a hurry?” she whispered, leaning into him and wrapping her arms around his neck. Her tongue lazily swirled around his earlobe, and Ryder hitched in a breath when she took the piece of fleshy skin into her mouth and nipped on it before she sucked.
Without a word he strode into her bedroom, straight to the welcoming mattress. The quilt was still thrown back from when they’d gotten out of the bed earlier that morning. Without warning, he dropped her on her back.
She squeaked out a small noise in surprise, but Ryder didn’t give her a chance to speak. He was immediately on top of her. His mouth meeting hers, devouring her. He’d wanted her from the first moment he saw her. Had spent many an hour awake and hard as she trustingly slept in his arms. He’d thought after the nasty surprise Joseph had left for her, she might retreat back into the protective shell he’d painstakingly chipped through over the last weeks.
But he should’ve known better. His Felicity was tougher than that. Once she decided she was done being scared of the man she’d been running from most of her adult life, that was it.
Still without a word, and not taking his mouth from hers, Ryder pulled back just enough to reach down and unbutton and unzip his pants. Getting the hint, Felicity did the same.
They undressed themselves, keeping their mouths fused together as much as possible, only breaking apart when she drew her shirt over her head. Everywhere Ryder’s bare skin touched Felicity’s, he felt little electric sparks.
He’d been tortured once. His captors had used water and a car battery to try to force him to tell them what they wanted to know. The zaps of electricity had been painful, and even after he’d been rescued, he swore he could feel the jolts of the current running through his body at random times.
He felt those jolts now, but instead of being painful, they were erotic as hell. He pulled his mouth away from Felicity’s with reluctance and flattened his body over hers. He wrapped his feet around her ankles. He could feel her nipples brushing against the hair on his chest, tickling him even as they tempted him. They were touching from their toes to their fingertips and everywhere in between. He hadn’t had more than cursory glances of her body, but it didn’t matter.
She lay panting under him, her ocean-blue eyes huge in her face. The moisture from their kisses shone on her lips, and he could smell her arousal wafting up from between their bodies.
“I want you,” Ryder said softly.
She grinned and pushed her hips up as much as she could, which wasn’t much. “I can feel.”
“I want all of you,” Ryder clarified, ignoring her attempt at levity. “I want the right to lie next to you every night. I want to stand by your side as you show that asshole he hasn’t broken you. When I take you, enter your body, you’re letting me claim all of you. You’re giving me the right to tell men who ogle that fine ass of yours to fuck off and to bring you home and take you until we’re both limp.”
The lust had faded a bit from her eyes, but it had been replaced by something else. Yearning.
“This isn’t just sex for me, love. Not even close. Not ever with you. Will you let me in? Give me all of you?”
She didn’t respond right away, which didn’t concern Ryder in the least. He could practically see the wheels turning in her brain. He wanted her to think about his words. Wanted her to take this as seriously as he was.
“Only if you give me those same rights back,” she said finally. “I’m not a delicate flower, no matter what you might’ve seen when you first met me.”
“Done. And not once did I ever think you were a delicate fucking flower, love. I saw you. Saw that iron core inside you. It’s what drew me to you in the first place.”
“Good. Now . . . are we done with this touchy-feely conversation yet? I need you.”
Ryder didn’t answer her with words. He let go of her hands and eased down her body until he was lying flat on the bed, his hands on her thighs, pressing her legs open.
She didn’t resist in the least, dropping her knees and moaning.
Ryder stared down at her pussy for the first time. Reverently, he ran his fingers over the blonde hair between her legs. It was so fine and light, it was almost white. “Fuck, you are so beautiful,” he breathed.
“It’s just hair,” Felicity breathed.
“No, love, it’s your hair,” he returned, then leaned down and got to work showing her how much he loved her natural color. He didn’t ease into his attentions, however. No, he couldn’t hold back the lust he’d been controlling for weeks. Not with her scent in his nostrils and her pink lips spread open in welcome.
Ryder attacked her as if he was a man starving. The first taste of her on his tongue only stoked the fire he had for her. Shifting up to his knees so he was kneeling over her and could get at her better, he pulled her hips up onto his legs.
He heard himself grunting as he licked up her slit over and over, but couldn’t stop. The more he tasted her, the more he wanted of her. He opened his eyes and looked up her body even as he closed his lips over her clit and used his tongue as a vibrator over the little nub. Felicity’s arms were thrown over her head, and her back was arched as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.
Her eyes were closed as she shivered and shook in his arms. He’d never felt as powerful as he did right at that moment. He’d had women before, but hadn’t ever wanted one with this intensity. He always took the time to make sure whoever was in his bed was satisfied, but he’d never felt the bone-deep need to make sure she was completely delirious with pleasure. His dick had never been harder. All his attention was focused on the woman in his arms and under his tongue.
He moved back down between her puffy lips and licked upward once more, collecting the fresh juices leaking from her body on his tongue.
“Ryder,” she moaned.
He took one hand from her ass then and pressed his index finger inside her. She tightened around his finger, as if trying to keep him out, but he didn’t stop until his knuckle was touching flush against her body.
Ryder watched as he eased his finger out and couldn’t resist bringing it up to his mouth and sucking all her cream off. He caught her gaze then. Her pupils were so large in her eyes that they almost obscured the blue irises.
“Fucking perfect,” he murmured before dropping his gaze back between her legs. Without warning, he shoved two fingers in her tight sheath, groaning at the feel of her body clenching against him.
“It’s . . . fuck . . .” Felicity swore as he pulled his fingers out, the
n roughly pressed them back inside her body. “It’s been a while for me,” she rushed out. But she didn’t pull away from him, instead pressing her hips up as he withdrew his fingers once more.
“How long?” Ryder asked, knowing he was being a dick, but feeling as if he was watching the entire scene from high above the bed rather than actually participating. He’d wanted her from the second he’d seen her, and having her was more than he ever dreamed it could be.
“Uh . . . ,” she breathed. “I don’t know.”
“How long?” Ryder demanded again, turning his hand as he thrust inside her once more so that his thumb brushed against her clit once he’d pushed his fingers inside as far as he could go.
Her hips jerked up, and he roughly thumbed her bundle of nerves as he waited for her answer.
“Years. Maybe six?” she gasped.
Satisfaction tore through Ryder. He should’ve felt guilty, it hadn’t been that long for him, but he couldn’t deny that he was glad she hadn’t been with someone after she’d moved to Colorado.
“You get yourself off?” he bit out.
“Yeah.”
“How?”
They were practically grunting their words, but Ryder didn’t care.
“My clit.”
“Vibrator?”
“On my clit,” she gasped as he pressed harder on the body part in question. “Can’t . . . ,” she panted, then hurried the rest of her answer, “get off with just penetration.”
It was good information to have. Ryder wasn’t so conceited to think that his dick would somehow have magic powers as soon as he got it inside her. If she needed direct stimulation on her clit to get off, that’s what he’d give her.
He eased his fingers out of her body and immediately reached for his dick. He used her natural lubrication to make his motions smoother. His thumb never stopped its ministrations as he pleasured himself. When he was on the verge of exploding, he reluctantly tore his hand away from his body.
He leaned over and grabbed the condom he’d dropped next to the pillow when he’d undressed himself. He’d torn it out of his wallet before throwing both it, and his pants, over the side of the bed. He quickly rolled the rubber down his sheath. He wanted to be ready to fuck Felicity as soon as she was ready. After she’d come for him.
Ryder wanted to spend all night petting and caressing Felicity, but knew he didn’t have nearly the control to do so and not come himself, so he firmed his jaw and got to work. He held her ass in the air and devoured her once more. Licking, nibbling, and learning exactly what his woman liked. When he felt her begin to shake once more, he covered her clit with his mouth and sucked, hard. She jerked in his grasp, and he felt her fingers dig into his arms, but he didn’t stop.
Her hips tried to flex away from him, but then immediately pressed upward once more. Looking down, he caught her gaze. His jaw worked as he added his tongue into his sucking action, and still he refused to let her drop her gaze.
“Oh my God, Ryder. That feels . . . fuck, it hurts, but it’s so good,” she gasped.
He didn’t let up, and squeezed her ass hard as he continued.
As if he was inside her head, he knew the moment she was on the edge. Every muscle in her body tensed, and she pushed harder up into his mouth. Her lips opened and she gasped for air.
Ryder had her almost bent double now, her ass in the air supported by his hands, her body weight on her upper back and shoulders. Her eyes were closed, and she drew herself up into a half sit-up. With one more hard suck, she careened over the edge.
Her thighs shook, her belly rippled, and her mouth opened in a silent scream.
Ryder didn’t give her a chance to come down before dropping her ass and scooting up, pressing her still-shaking thighs wide as he did, congratulating himself for having the foresight to put on the condom earlier, because he honestly didn’t think he’d be able to stop and do it at the moment.
Looking down, seeing her legs spread open, the pink of her inner lips coated with the come from her orgasm, Ryder didn’t even think. He notched the head of his cock between her legs and pressed inside.
She jerked at his movements, but didn’t pull away. Instead, she thrust her hips up at the same time he pushed inside. Ryder threw his head back and reached down and grabbed the base of his dick just in time to keep himself from coming.
Her body was still shaking and clenching with her orgasm. He forced his cock between her tight muscles until he couldn’t get any farther inside her. Bracing his hands on the mattress at her shoulders, Ryder loomed over the woman he loved with his entire being.
“Mine,” he growled, not capable of saying anything else.
“Mine,” she returned fiercely, lifting her knees to grip his waist, and digging her fingernails into the sensitive skin at his sides.
Ryder had planned to be gentle once he got inside her. To show her how much he cared about her. But at her actions, and her fierce claiming of him, he lost the control he’d been holding on to by a thread.
Closing his eyes and throwing his head back, Ryder pounded into her, sliding easily in the wetness between her legs. The sound of their lovemaking was loud in the small room. Noises that he might’ve been embarrassed about once upon a time, with another woman, but with Felicity, they were perfect.
His balls slapped against her ass with every downward thrust, and the wet sucking noise of her body trying to keep him inside her every time he pulled back only ratcheted up his lust and desire for her.
Ryder felt sweat bead on his forehead as he desperately tried to hold back his orgasm. He wanted their first time to last forever, but unfortunately, he knew it was only a matter of seconds before he lost it.
Grinding his teeth together, he glanced down at Felicity. She was smiling up at him, watching him closely. The satisfaction and possessiveness in her gaze did him in. He thrust inside her twice more, and on the third thrust, planted himself inside her as far as he could get and erupted.
Ryder felt the warmth from his come fill the condom around his cock, and he wished for a moment that he was filling her up instead. It was crazy, he’d never felt that way before, but he wanted to coat her with his essence. Claim her. Mark her.
Cognizant of the fact she hadn’t come once he’d entered her, Ryder kept himself planted inside her body, but leaned up. He snaked a hand between their slick bodies and zeroed in on her clit.
“Oh,” she exclaimed as he began to roughly manipulate the bundle of nerves once more. “Ryder, I . . . I already came.”
“I know. Do it again. I want to feel it this time. From start to finish. On my cock this time.”
She was obviously still ramped up from her earlier orgasm, because it didn’t take long before he felt her inner muscles clamp down on his slowly softening dick. It felt amazing. He felt his cock twitch and start to come back to life. He increased the speed of his thumb and was rewarded with her orgasm. He felt it ripple up his erection, now at full mast once more, until she was once again shaking uncontrollably.
Ryder reached down and held on to the end of the condom as he pulled out of her body, all the while strumming her clit with the other hand. He ripped off the used prophylactic and gently pushed two fingers inside her still-spasming body. He then scooted farther up on the mattress and stroked himself as she came down from her second orgasm.
Ryder wasn’t sure he could actually come a second time, no matter how hard he was, but smelling their arousal and feeling her jolt under him every couple of seconds was making the stroking of his dick all that much more pleasurable.
Then he felt his hand being pushed away and looked down. Felicity’s eyes were on his hard cock, and her hands were wrapped around it, giving him the hand job of the century.
It was his turn to moan. “Fuck, Felicity . . . God, your hands feel so good.”
“Mmm,” she murmured. “You feel good.”
A spurt of precome escaped the hole at the tip of his dick at her words.
She giggled, then got serious.
One hand reached below him to caress his balls as the other sped up on the length of him.
As if she could read his mind, she knew exactly when to speed up her movements and how much pressure to apply.
When he was on the verge of exploding, he tried to warn her. “Love, I’m close. Let me pull back.”
She didn’t respond verbally, but her grip tightened, and she brought up her knees to clench against his sides. She was still lying on her back, and Ryder felt like a letch hovering over her as she jacked him off, but he couldn’t have stopped her at that point if a gun was pointed at his head.
He tried to keep his eyes open and on hers as she forced him over the edge, but at the last minute, he threw his head back and groaned, long and loud. Ryder fell forward and caught himself with a hand next to her shoulders and shuddered as spurt after spurt erupted from his cock and landed on her naked body under him. He felt drained and exhausted. It had been a long time since he’d come more than once in one night, and never so close together.
He stayed propped above her for a long moment, memorizing the sight of her. She was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. Finally, his eyes came up to hers. They were twinkling with humor, thank God. She wasn’t disgusted by what he’d done.
“Mine,” he said softly.
“Yours,” she affirmed. “But you’re mine now too.”
“Fuck yeah. Yours,” he agreed.
Then Felicity said, “You think we have the energy to make it to the shower?”
And just like that, Ryder was rejuvenated. Thoughts of Felicity slick and wet and glistening from the water cascading over her shoulders was enough to make his dick twitch once more.
Jerking in surprise, as she’d been gently holding his flaccid cock, Felicity gaped as he grew semihard in her hand. “Seriously?” she asked, one eyebrow arching.
Ryder merely laughed and rolled off her. Groaning at the loss of her hand on him, he told himself that he had the rest of his life with her. He didn’t need to fuck her to exhaustion their first night. He’d save that for their second. He stood up next to the bed, completely unworried about his nakedness, and held out his hand. “Come on, we’ll shower, then get some sleep.”