My Kind of Love (Finding Love 1)

I wrap my hands around him, clinging to his neck, while he kisses more of my falling tears that I can’t control. “I didn’t think—” Before I can finish my sentence, Ryan places his fingers to my lips.

“I know, baby. But I’m here. I’m so fucking sorry it took me longer to get to you, but I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

Before I can argue, for now, his lips crash against mine. Tasting, coaxing, consuming. My body sinks against his, but it’s not enough. I need to feel closer.

I break our kiss, only long enough to remove his hoodie, then my mouth goes back to devouring his. With my body pressing against his, skin to skin, it’s better but still not enough.

Sensing my irritation, Ryan pauses our kiss. “What’s the matter?”

“I…” My brown eyes lock with his blue, and it hits me once again that he’s actually here with me. I hoped and prayed and begged God for him to come home and he’s here. “I need you,” I breathe, meaning that in every sense of the word.

Without me having to explain, Ryan knows exactly what I need. He flips us over, so I’m on my back and he’s on top of me. He brings his mouth down to mine and kisses me with abandon. I reach down and remove his boxers, then mine, so we’re both completely naked. His lips leave mine, and he trails soft kisses down the side of my face, along my jaw. He kisses across my neck, and once he’s to my breasts, he places an open-mouthed kiss to each of my nipples, sucking them gently.

“I missed you so much,” he murmurs, massaging my breast before he wraps his lips around the hardened peak again. My legs are wrapped around his thighs, and my center tightens in response.

“I never want to go another day without touching and feeling you,” he says as he lowers a hand and inserts a finger into me. “Fuck.” His face falls next to mine, his lips right up against my ear. “Your body missed me, didn’t it?”

Unable to find my voice, I nod, lifting my pelvis as Ryan inserts another digit. He slowly pumps his fingers in and out, coaxing an orgasm from deep inside me. His thumb massages my clit gently, and I explode around him.

“Yes,” he hisses, removing his fingers and replacing them with his hard length. With his arms caging me in, he thrusts into me, connecting our bodies in the most intimate way.

Our mouths meet once again, and his tongue strokes mine to the same rhythm he makes love to me. Heat floods through my veins, setting my body on fire. I didn’t realize how cold I was, until now. Ryan’s touch, his kisses, the way his body connects with mine, warms every part of me in the best way possible.

We’re so close, I’m not sure where he ends and I begin. I can feel the thumping of his heart against my chest, the shakiness of his breath against my mouth, and when he finally lets go, whispering that he loves me, I can feel his entire body shudder as his warm seed fills me in the most delicious way.

Ryan

“I want you again,” Micaela says, her voice sounding upset by her admission.

After we finished reuniting, we made love again, this time with her on top. After that, I dragged her into the shower to rinse off, and from there, we climbed back into bed. She wrapped herself around my body, her soft legs tangling with mine. Her face found its place against my chest, and mine nuzzled into the curve of her neck. Neither of us said a word, instead choosing to just hold each other, reveling in the quiet moment of contentment.

It didn’t take long before her warm body, rubbing against mine, caused my dick to get hard. I ignored it, not wanting the moment to be about sex, but simply about me holding her.

“And that’s a bad thing?” I ask, lowering my eyes to look at her.

“I also want to go get RJ so you can see him.”

“Ahh…” I say in understanding. I want nothing more than to go see our son, but I also want this time with Micaela. I need this time with her.

She moves from me and I frown, wanting her back. I assume she’s getting up to get dressed so we can head over to her family’s house, but instead, she scoots down, so she’s eye level with my dick.

“I think I’ll just have one more taste. And then we’ll go.” Wrapping her delicate fingers around my shaft, she guides my dick into her open mouth, only stopping when the head hits the back of her throat. The sight of her swallowing me almost has me coming down her throat. I groan in pleasure, and it spurs her on. She backs up slightly, exposing my wet shaft, then takes me all the way in again.