With every lick, every suck, I note Paige’s response. The muscles in her belly flutter, and she widens her legs when I let my teeth nip her gently. I rub her clit with the small pearls on the strip of her thong, and she goes wild, bucking against me.
“Oh my god, Ryder…”
She thrusts her pelvis into my face, utterly shameless in her passion. Impossibly, my dick seems to swell even more, until it feels like it’s only seconds from bursting.
I thrust my tongue into her dripping pussy and grip my cock. My hand is wet with her juices, and I close my eyes at the sensation. It’s good. Probably not as great as being inside her, but coming with my mouth on her is pretty close.
Her breasts rise and fall rapidly, her breathing rough. She’s close, but needs a little bit more… I move my mouth back to her clit and dip two
fingers into her. Her greedy inner muscles grip me.
“Yes, yes…”
I finger fuck her, making sure to hit her G-spot with every thrust. Her eyes are shut, and mounting pleasure twists her face.
I should get an artist to paint her like this.
A split second before an orgasm crashes through her, she opens her mouth, and I wish I could put my dick in there, watch those gorgeous lips close around my shaft.
She lets out a soundless scream, holding my head to her pelvis with one hand, bucking against me and the mirror. Her hair sticks to her skin…and then all her lines resettle into something soft and relaxed.
And I can’t stop myself. My hands rough and impatient, I unbuckle my belt and rip my pants off. Then I pull her down to me and groan at how amazing her naked body feels against mine. Her lips curve softly.
Before she opens her eyes, I thrust into her. I can barely breathe as her slick heat clenches around my dick. I’ve never felt anything this good, this right. It’s like she’s been made just for me.
I maintain a good pace, needing to feel her come with my cock in her pussy. I want at least that much if I can’t have any kind of forever.
She’s so primed, she climaxes again almost immediately, her pelvis pushing against me, demanding deeper and harder penetration. I give it to her…feel my balls tighten…
My teeth clench as a titanic orgasm wrings me dry. I feel like I’m one with her in the truest sense, something I’ve never felt with any other woman.
Moments pass, and I can breathe more normally again. I lift her into my arms and take her to my bed. Even though I know there’s an expiration date to all this, I can’t bear the idea of sleeping alone.
“Hey, put me down.”
“Nope. I’m carrying my woman to bed.”
“But housekeeping—”
Placing her on my bed, I put a finger on the tip of her nose. “Don’t worry. They know we aren’t celibate.”
She flushes.
“They expect us to be all lovey dovey, babe.”
The light in her eyes dims. It’s a shitty thing to mention our arrangement, but I had to say it out loud to remind myself of what we’re doing. This is just a year of show.
I pull her into my bed and wrap my arms around her. And I will the odd ache in my heart to go away.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Paige
Ryder’s gone from the bed by the time I open my eyes. It’s not even seven. What is he doing up so early?
My clothes from last night are on a chair by the bed rather than on the floor. Since I highly doubt housekeeping came by while we were sleeping, I know it was him.
I should get up, but I’m not in the mood. My body’s loose and relaxed, and the flesh between my legs tingles. Despite the languorous physical sensations, though, I can’t help but feel that something’s very wrong. It’s the way Ryder keeps holding out on me. If he hasn’t told me everything about Lauren, fine. It’s clearly not a pretty memory, so I can see why he doesn’t want to relive it. But after sex, he grew distant. It wasn’t anything overt, but I’d have to be the most oblivious person ever not to have noticed.