No. I didn’t stop him.
I didn’t want to.
I wanted this, and I didn’t do anything I didn’t want to do. He knew this about me, so he knew it now. He knew how much I wanted this. Wanted him.
He didn’t speak. He acted with feral ferocity, thrusting his tongue between my legs. Then he stopped, staring at me, inhaling.
My arousal. He was smelling my arousal like a damned animal. Such a turn-on. His eyes were closed, and still he said nothing. Just continued inhaling the aroma that hung in the air.
So I inhaled, and I could smell his arousal too. The scent of lust. It was thick around us.
Finally, he opened his eyes, so dark in their intensity, and began licking between my legs.
My nipples pebbled, and I moved one hand toward my breasts to squeeze them, but he brushed it away and began fingering both of my nipples as he licked me.
I closed my eyes again and became a slave to him, to the feelings he evoked within me. I lifted my hips, gliding them up and down, grinding against his lips and face. The stubble on his cheeks and chin scratched me in the most delicious way. I’d have some nasty razor burn, but I didn’t care. I needed this. Needed him. I continued grinding into him, his stubble scratching the inside of my thighs now. He kept up with my movements, sucking me, thrusting his tongue inside me and then tugging on my clit.
I skyrocketed and climbed to the precipice. All of my energy pulsing outward and inward to my secret-most core.
When I finally came down, he was still eating me, and although I whimpered when he took one of his hands from my breasts, I was elated when he thrust two fingers in my pussy. I cried out his name—once, twice, three times. He finger fucked me, moving his fingers in such a way that every part of my pussy walls felt him.
I had nothing to compare this to, but I couldn’t even begin to fathom that sex with anyone else could ever be this good. Ryan Steel touched something inside me, something I had ignored for far too long.
When I started another climax, he flipped me over and shoved his cock into me from behind.
Slap!
I gripped the covers when his hand came down on my ass.
I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for his palm to come down on me again.
It didn’t.
Part of me was relieved. Part of me, disappointed.
Who was I? I wasn’t sure I knew anymore.
He grunted on top of me, continuing to plunge into me. He said nothing, which surprised me. Normally he talked during sex. Dirty talk. Dirty talk I had come to enjoy. But not this time. This time he was in pure animal mode, taking me.
And I was letting him.
With each thrust, I became more his. I lost more of myself inside of his body.
And suddenly, a lance of fear so sharp speared straight into my heart.
“Ryan,” I whispered into the covers, knowing he wouldn’t hear me.
“Ryan,” I whispered again.
He was all body, all physical, as he continued to slam into me. With each thrust, I felt more of what made me Ruby seeping out and melting into the bed. Leaving me.
I no longer whispered his name. Because though my first instinct was to tell him to stop, I didn’t want him to stop. Part of me wanted this. Part of me wanted to become part of him, to lose myself in him.
Another orgasm was imminent, but I bit my lip, fighting against it, fearing that if I came, all that was Ruby Lee would become encompassed in all that was Ryan Steel.
I couldn’t let that happen. Even though a big part of me wanted to let it happen.
Finally, he pushed into me so deeply and let out a loud groan. His orgasm. By now I was flat on the bed. He had fucked me so hard that I had fallen from my hands and knees.