He groaned, enjoying the intimate touch and her lack of inhibition. Her limited sexual experience didn’t hold her back. She’d already proved she was willing to experiment, with both the things he instigated as well as the ideas that popped into her own head. Ryan liked her daring, adventurous nature as much as he liked everything else about her.
She shifted her attention to his other nipple, making his cock throb. But Ryan’s immediate interest was in pleasuring her. He eased the straps of her nightie down her arms and she worked her way out of them. Then he pushed the top of the lacy bodice to her rib cage. The hem of her nightie had already climbed to her hips when she’d straddled him. His hands massaged her breasts, the thumbs toying with the tight nipples.
“That feels incredible,” she told him. Her palms flattened against his pectoral muscles and she hovered over him, not sitting up all the way.
She rocked her hips slowly and the dewy flesh between her legs slid over his skin, taunting him with the slick folds that rubbed against his stomach.
“You’re making me crazy,” he said in a gruff voice. His hands moved to her hips and he pressed her down onto him as she maintained her sensual rhythm. Feeling her wet pussy lips set his insides on fire and had his cock pulsing almost painfully. But he was still minus a condom.
“You, in turn, make me want to crawl all over you and rub every part of my body against yours,” she said. “It’s sort of overwhelming how arousing skin-on-skin contact is.”
He let out a sharp grunt. “It’s more than overwhelming. You’re inspiring all kinds of wicked ideas.”
“Oh do tell,” she said, a bit breathy. “Because I’m game for anything you have in mind.”
Chapter Six
Ryan didn’t elaborate verbally. Much to Ginger’s delight, he dove right in.
With his hands holding her waist captive, he urged her up his body as he shifted downward until his head was between her legs. She clutched a plump pillow resting against the headboard as his tongue glided over her sensitive pussy lips.
Fire instantly roared through her body. Her fingers curled around the pillow as his mouth pleasured her with his lips on hers, his tongue teasing her clit. His large hands gripped her ass cheeks, holding her in place as he gently suckled the swollen nub between her legs. He elicited throaty moans and erratic pants from her as he licked and sucked, making her mad with desire.
One of his hands moved from her cheek and his fingers dipped into the cleft, slowly rubbing up and down, from the small forbidden hole to her pussy and back up. Ginger’s heart thundered in her chest and her pulse echoed in her ears. Her hips pressed down and she lightly ground herself against Ryan’s mouth. He suckled more sharply and pushed a finger into her wet depths, making her gasp.
He stroked her inner walls as he continued to tongue her clit. Ginger barreled toward orgasm quickly, the sensations strong and tantalizing. Ryan worked a second finger into her tight canal, and it jolted her, but felt oh so good. Her head whipped back on her shoulders as a lusty moan wrenched from her lips.
One of her hands lifted to the top of her headboard, her fingers curling around the smooth wood to steady herself as her body trembled from erotic pleasure.
“Oh God, yes,” she managed to squeak out before the sizzling sensations erupted within her, stealing her breath as she came.
Her inner walls clutched the fingers inside her and she rocked against Ryan’s mouth while the climax peaked. She let out a jagged cry as bliss consumed her.
Endless moments passed as she clung to the headboard and he continued to suckle as she savored the powerful release.
Finally, he withdrew his fingers and she moved away from him, plopping down on the mattress with a heavy, though highly contented, sigh.
“Good grief,” she said as her chest heaved and she lifted plump curls from her damp skin. “Felt as though I came for a week.”
Her legs dangled over the side of the bed where the backs of her knees met the edge. She dropped backward, lying perpendicular to Ryan as her head rested on his cut abs. She tried to get her breathing under control. One of his hands splayed across her midriff as the other swept hair from her temple.
“Enjoyed it, did ya?”
Ginger let out a hearty laugh. “Um, yeah. That should pretty much be a staple in your sexual repertoire.”
“You inspired me,” he told her. Then added, “God, I cannot get enough of you.”
This prompted her to flop over on her side and stare at him. “Make love to me.”
The sound that slipped from his parted lips was primal in nature. A near-growl. “Believe me, sweetheart, I want to. But again…no condom.”
“Is that the only thing holding you back?” she inquired.
“Aside from having honorable intentions with you that I can’t quite seem to stick to.”
With a smile, she sat up and pulled open the top drawer of her nightstand. She lifted a small bag from inside and turned back to Ryan. Upending the plastic bag, she dumped twenty or so foil packets on his torso. Some slid off his body, others dotted his chest and stomach.
“Would you look at that?” she asked in a playful tone. “It’s raining condoms. Problem solved.”