“Ryan?” I called out, leaving the cans of Coke on the coffee table and wandering back out into the hallway, feeling all kinds of mixed up.
“Yeah?” I heard him answer from upstairs.
What the hell was he up to?
I climbed the stairs expecting to find him in Danny’s room, but he wasn’t there, and my bedroom door was wide open. When I reached the doorway I saw Ryan, lying on my bed with his trainers kicked off and his hands behind his head. He’d turned on my T.V. and looked pretty comfy settling down to watch something. He was so cocky and self-assured, all traits that I would’ve called him out on a few months ago, but not now. Now it was sexy as hell.
“The T.V. in the living room is bigger than this one.” I folded my arms and leant against the doorframe trying to appear unaffected, but seeing Ryan lying on my bed was hot and very distracting.
“Maybe I didn’t come up here for the T.V.” He pointed the remote forward and switched the T.V. off. “Maybe I came here to find out a little bit more about you. Be in your bubble. You did say you liked bubbles.” He gave me a playful smirk and I laughed.
He patted the space next to him, so I stepped in and closed the door behind me. Then I went over and sat on the edge of the bed. He quirked his eyebrow at me and leant up on his elbows.
“You’re not gonna make this easy for me, are you?” he said, reaching over and stroking my arm, leaving a trail of goose-bumps behind.
“All good things are worth fighting for,” I managed to say, even though my heart was about to burst wide open. Being on a bed with him was like every birthday and Christmas rolled into one.
“I think we’ve done enough fighting.”
He leant over and put his hand behind my head, pulling me down to kiss him. I gave in. I always did when it came to him. I fell onto the bed, lying half over him as he wrapped his arms around me. I loved the way his lips moulded with mine. The way our tongues laced together; tasting, teasing, opening up to one another. My hands were itching to touch him everywhere. I ran my fingers through his hair and he groaned as my nails raked over his scalp and then down to his neck. I moved lower, running my hands down his firm chest and reaching underneath his T-shirt to touch the velvet, rock-hard abs he kept hidden under there.
“I love the way you touch me,” he whispered as his kisses moved along my jawline then down to my neck. He rolled me backwards and crawled over me, pressing me into the mattress as he kissed my neck then my shoulder. His hands skimmed down my sides, grasping my hips and then his fingers traced circles on my thighs, dancing up and under the skirt of my dress. He went back to kissing my lips, but I lost all focus as his fingers worked their way up higher, reaching my ass and squeezing hard.
“Don’t be scared to touch me there too,” he said, leaning away slightly and looking down at where my fingers hovered over the buttons of his jeans. He lifted his T-shirt over his head and threw it to the floor, then looked at me and smirked. “I’ll let you do the rest.”
A surge of confidence swept over me and I pulled on the buttons to loosen his jeans. Then I sat up on my knees and he lifted his hips to help me take his jeans and boxers off. His dick was long, hard and… Would you call a dick beautiful? He certainly was stunning lying here on my bed, totally naked. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He was perfect.
He sat up and pulled me to him, kissing me and running his hands through my hair. I let my fingers glide over his taut thighs and then in-between his legs, and he moved slightly, opening himself up so I could explore, touch and stroke him better. He broke our kiss so that he could watch me, panting slowly as I feathered delicate touches over him. I could tell he was as affected by this as I was.
He took the skirt of my dress in his hands and lifted it up and over my head. Then when he saw me, sat there in my pink lacy bra and knickers, he groaned.
“I swear to God, Em. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. I can’t believe your mine.” I loved that. That he said I was his.
“So are you.” I blushed as I spoke, and I could tell by the look in his eyes he needed more. “And you’re mine.” The heat that was smouldering between us turned into a blazing inferno and I couldn’t hold back anymore. Neither one of us could.
He pushed me down onto the bed and kissed me hard, his body covered mine and I could feel him pressing against my stomach; hard, warm and ready for me. He reached round to open the clasp of my bra and pulled it off slowly. Then he was on my chest, taking a nipple into his mouth; sucking and biting then rubbing his tongue over to ease the sting.
The way he kissed and nibbled over me made me pulse with longing. I felt myself rubbing up against him and his hands squeezed my ass. Then he grabbed behind my thigh, nudging my legs open. His fingers were on me, circling my clit and through my wetness. I moaned quietly as he circled and stroked, spreading my wetness and making everything throb with need. When he pushed his finger inside me, I gasped, and he covered my mouth with his again, stroking his tongue in time with his finger. I rocked my hips into him, desperate for more. The way he curled his fingers inside me sent me spiralling into an ecstasy I remembered from the other night.
I reached down to take his dick in my hand and I stroked him, matching the rhythm he’d set. He pushed his hips forward, using my hand to bring him to his own release.
“Oh, baby. This feels so good.” Ryan grunted, as he buried his head into my neck and fucked me with his fingers. The way his thumb and palm brushed over my clit sent sparks straight through me.
He started to piston his hips faster into my hand as he teased me between my legs. The burning tension turned to a pulse and then I could feel myself falling, heading towards something mind-blowing.
“I’m coming, Ryan,” I managed to say just as my legs gave way and my whole body started shaking. The pulse and the sparks were insane. It was out of this world crazy shit, and I couldn’t get enough. I cried out as he carried on rubbing me, prolonging my orgasm, and then he gave a low moan, and whisper-shouted, “Fuck,” before I felt him thicken and come on my hand and the bed.
He rode out his orgasm and then slumped over me, his head buried deep in-between my neck and my pillow. We lay together for a few minutes to catch our breath. Then Ryan lifted up slightly, kissed my nose and reached over to grab some tissues from the side of my bed to wipe away the evidence of what we’d done. I watched him, waiting to see if he’d make another move, maybe try to take it further. As much as I’d enjoyed it, I knew he wouldn’t be satisfied with just my hand for long.
As he cleaned us both up I started to stutter over my words. “I… That was… I don’t know… I’ve never…”
Real smooth, Em. Come on, girl. Get your shit together.
He grinned and pulled me into him, pulling the corner of the duvet so it rested over us. “Like I said before, we have all the time in the world. No rush. No pressure. I like that we’re taking this slow.”
I wanted to laugh. This was his version of slow? In the last two weeks I’d done more sexually than I had ever done in my whole life. His slow was pretty fast in my books, but then I started to get what he meant. He wanted me to set the pace. I had full control. Our first time together, of properly being together, was my call and he was willing to wait for as long as it took. He was the opposite of a guy like Chase, and that was a pretty rare find these days.
“I love this… Being with you like this,” I said, breathing him in and feeling like I wanted to open myself up to him in more ways. Let him know what he meant to me.