Adios Pantalones (Fisher Brothers 3)

Ryan let out a ragged breath. “God, I want to take things slow, but I’m not sure I can.”

“Then don’t. I need you in me. Now,” I said, surprising myself with how forward I was being.

He leaned back, his lower half still pressed to mine before he hopped up and unbuttoned his jeans. I wanted to be sexy, to take control and tell him I’d undress him, but I didn’t say a word. I lay there, a little breathless as I watched him get undressed, then pull out his wallet and remove a condom from it.

Thank God he didn’t make me ask whether he

had one. The last thing I wanted to admit was I wasn’t on birth control since I hadn’t had sex in a hundred years.

He stood there in his fitted boxer briefs, the muscles in his thighs bulging like his crotch. My lips parted as he pulled his briefs to his feet and kicked them off, not a care in the world about where they landed.

“You still okay?” he asked, the condom gripped between his fingers.

“Oh yeah,” I said, staring directly at his cock.

“Enjoying the view?”

He sounded like he was teasing me, but I could tell he was a little self-conscious.

“Hell yes, I am,” I said with as much reverence as I could. It was one hell of a view.

He grinned before moving back to where I waited. I hadn’t moved an inch. Reaching for my shirt, he pulled it over my head and gasped as he looked down at me. I wanted to cross my arms and cover myself until his words hit me.

“You’re so beautiful.”

He kissed my stomach and hips, tracing the faint white lines of my stretch marks with his fingertips. His eyes drank me in, making me want to drown in this man. Reaching for his head, I ran my fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp lightly, and he dipped his head between my legs.

“I have to taste you.”

He gave me no choice as he pulled my panties down and tossed them aside before his tongue teased my inner thigh. Moving closer to my core, he breathed me in before stroking my folds with his tongue.

A moan escaped me, my hands still firmly gripping his head. “Oh God, Ryan.”

He groaned in response, taking his tongue deeper, lapping at me with quick, feverish licks. It darted in and out of me before he moved to my clit, and licked it up and down like he couldn’t get enough. God, this man knew what he was doing, and I felt like I was going to explode. My vibrator paled in comparison to Ryan’s tongue.

I wriggled beneath his mouth, pulling at his hair in an attempt to get him to stop. “In me. Please. Ryan, get inside me now,” I begged, not caring how desperate I sounded.

The sound of the condom tearing open made me grin as his head moved from between my thighs and back toward me. His face glistened with my juices, and a primal need swept over me. He wiped at his scruff with the back of his hand before coming down to kiss me, the taste of me all over his tongue. I’d never done that before, kissed a man after he’d gone down on me, but I was so turned on that all it did was fuel my desire for him more.

My fingertips dug into his back as I spread my legs open for him. Ryan didn’t take his time, and he wasn’t gentle like I’d expected. He plunged into me all at once without warning, as deep as my body allowed. The sound that escaped me was part pleasure, part pain.

“Sofia, you feel so good. So perfect,” he said as he drove into me over and over again.

His shoulder muscles flexed as he moved above me, making my eyes close in response to all the delicious, mind-blowing sensations he was creating. Ryan filled me, reaching places inside me I’d never known existed before.

“What are you hitting,” I asked with a pleasured moan.

“Am I hurting you?” He slowed his pace a little but didn’t stop moving.

“No, it feels amazing. I’ve just never felt it before.”

He smiled at that but didn’t answer. I decided that I no longer cared as he continued to pump his length in and out of me, hitting whatever the hell it was he was hitting.

“Oh God, Ryan, I’m going to . . .”

His mouth cut off my words as he kissed me, speeding up his pace as he gripped my headboard for leverage. He breathed out my name with each push inside me.

“Sofia . . .”