He nodded and held me close. “You shouldn’t have had to go through that. I’m sorry you felt like you were alone. I really am. I wish I could change things but I can’t. All I can do is be here for you now and promise I’m going to try and make up for all that lost time,” he whispered, pulling away and looking down at me.
He was so warm and I wanted so badly to be close to him. Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but I felt safe. I felt better. It felt like all those wasted years of being angry were just being washed away. I wasn’t angry anymore. I wanted him.
“Take me back to the cabin?” I whispered, my fingers curling in his shirt.
Chapter Nine
He was more than happy to oblige me. He took me back to the cabin and pulled me close, tangling his fingers in my hair. I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or if I was really falling for him, but my heart was fluttering wildly in my chest. I wanted nothing more than to be close to him.
“Ryan,” I whispered, my voice weak and thready. He’d broken me down in the best way. “I want you.”
“You already have me, darling,” he whispered, kissing me slowly. “It’s just now I can feel it okay to do this…”.
He pressed his lips to mine again, gentle at first. The kiss deepened soon enough and I wrapped my arms around him, tangling my fingers in his beautiful hair, moaning and arching my back. He was perfect and I wanted him in every way imaginable. I’d been waiting so long for this. I needed him naked. I needed to be naked. I wanted to be flush against his warm body. I chewed on my bottom lip, moaning softly and pleading with him silently to strip me. If I had to wait much longer it was going to drive me crazy.
Soon we’d both been stripped naked, our skin flushed and hot, glistening with a sheen of sweat from our intense desire. I gasped softly as his fingers brushed over my taut nipples and my body reacted eagerly, moving with and leaning into every touch with a desperation that spoke volumes of what I wanted and what I needed. As he touched me and explored my body, I started panting and moaning softly, raking my nails across his back, leaving angry little welts behind that only marked him as mine.
Every touch felt amazing. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that I’d been so desperate for him for so long. I gasped softly and whimpered, my eyes fluttering as my hips arched and came back down. He was already leaning over me, threading his fingers through my hair, catching my lips again in an eager and hungry kiss.
He teased my overly sensitive breasts some more, nipping at the tender underside of the supple skin, making me gasp and squirm. I could feel the heat of his manhood pressed against the inside of my thigh. Each time he moved it brushed against the tender flesh, making him growl in my ear. It made me feel like I was his. It made me feel like he was going to claim me.
I was panting and moaning desperately, my fingers tangling in his hair for a moment. “Hold on,” he whispered.
He stopped moving for a moment and looked me up and down. He smirked after a moment and started kissing down my body, leaving a trail of fire behind the wet kisses. My breath hitched and my eyes widened as I looked down at him. What was he doing? It had been so fucking long since I’d had a man pay attention to me like this. I was desperate for whatever he had to offer.
He was making his way further south, kissing the insides of my thighs for a moment before he dove right in. To say he wasted no time would have been a gross understatement. He buried his nose between my legs,
making me moan, my fingers curling in his thick hair, pulling at the locks desperately. This was incredible, but I hadn’t expected it.
His warm, skilled tongue traced shapes along my most delicate areas. The sounds of him sucking and lapping at my womanhood were some of the most erotic I’d ever heard. I gasped and arched up against him, whimpering and moaning as he worked, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. It had been so long since someone had touched me like this. I whimpered and shook underneath him, my fingers curling in the bed sheets.
He smirked and licked his lips, leaning up to kiss me eagerly. I could taste myself on his lips and I was surprised at how much I enjoyed the taste of myself on him. It was enough to get me right to the edge. I wanted him desperately.
Ryan chuckled and stroked my cheek, running his fingers through my hair. “You want more?”
I nodded and he gave me a little push, moving me so that I was on my hands and knees. I moaned and lifted my hips into the air, silently begging him for what I knew was coming. This wasn’t my first rodeo and I was more than a little desperate for the pleasure I knew was so close
“Please?”
He was just as eager to give into these urges and leaned over me, pressing his manhood into me deeper than I ever thought was possible. It felt amazing and I fell forward, wrapping my arms around a pillow and moaning into the fabric as he pulled his hips back and snapped them forward into mine. The feeling was so deep and so achingly perfect that I could have sobbed with pleasure. Somehow, though, I managed to keep myself together
A familiar warm, liquid pleasure was starting fill me again and I knew that I was going to finish soon. There was no way I could hold back. Not when he fit against me so perfectly. He leaned over me, using the leverage to push me closer and closer to the edge. I loved feeling him inside me and it still shocked me just how perfectly he fit against me. I’d imagined this so many times before, but in all those fantasies, it never felt this fucking good.
Every thrust came with a soft grunt that made me feel desired and as I felt the heat start to twist and expand in my belly, I knew I was going to be pushed over the edge. There was no ‘if’. It was just ‘when’. As he continued to thrust inside of me I reached behind me and gripped one of his hands, pressing it even harder into the skin. I wanted to be bruised. I wanted to be claimed by this handsome devil. Soon I found myself whimpering and pleading for even more. He was an incredibly generous lover, but I was hungry.
At my silent request he wrapped his strong arms around my smaller frame and yanked me up to his chest so that he could control the pace even better. It allowed him to move with quick thrusts that made my eyes roll back as that same liquid pleasure that had been building in my belly spilled over me in unrelenting waves. With that single movement he managed to push me right off the edge and made me cry out desperately, my head falling back onto his shoulders as sobs of pleasure burst from my chest.
My vision went black for a moment from the sheer force of my orgasm but it came back the moment I felt his pearly fluid fill me to the point of overflowing. I collapsed against him and sighed heavily, shivering almost uncontrollably.
I shook against him and started to laugh wildly. He held me close, panting and leaning over me. “Are you okay?” He murmured, his voice thick and heavy with drowsiness.
“Perfect.” I whispered. “I’m perfect.”
And I meant it. For the first time in a long time, my life felt like it was actually coming together. It didn’t matter that another biker gang was after me. None of that mattered. All that mattered was that I was here with Ryan and everything was finally alright again.
I wasn’t going to let him go this time.
Chapter Ten