Ryan (Mallick Brothers 2)

"Alright," he said, eyes getting just a little heated as his fingers sank into my hips and pulled until I had no choice but to move toward him, to go over and straddle him as he sat back. His fingers glided down slightly then, almost touching my butt, but not quite. "Don't want to kiss you because I don't want to hurt your lip," he explained, giving me a little squeeze.

My lip?

Who the hell cared about my lip when I had a sweet, considerate, gorgeous, and sexy as all hell man beneath me who wanted me even though I was a complete and utter mess?

Certainly not me, that was for sure.

I curled forward, my hands sliding up his arms to settle on the sides of his neck. His brilliant light eyes went heated with understanding just a moment before I carefully pressed my lips to his.

They were still swollen and there was a pinch of pain at the pressure, but the second his lips moved against mine, well, all I felt was a heady, almost overwhelming rush of desire. His tongue traced the seam in my lips and wet pooled between my thighs as my breasts got heavy.

My hips dropped low as his tongue moved over mine, making a small whimper escape me as I ground down on his hard length, trying to ease the clawing need inside.

His hands dug in to the point of pain, pulling me back then forward again, encouraging me to take what I needed from him.

And I wasn't exactly going to refuse that offer, was I?

I moved against him, feeling the need build, not easing the ache but promising an end to it. My forehead pressed into his, too lost in the sensation to remember to keep kissing him.

"Honey," he said, his voice a deeper, sexier rumble than usual which was really saying something because his normal voice could bring me to my knees. I pulled back slightly, opening my eyes. And that was just when his hips thrust upward and hit my clit with perfect pressure. An almost embarrassingly loud moan escaped me and his eyes closed as he let out a slow exhale.

When his eyes opened again, his hand shifted around from my butt and toward the front, snagging my button then zip faster than I knew was possible.

Then his hand slid up and in, slipping under my panties and stroking up my slick slit. Finding me wet, a rumble moved through his chest as his finger went up and pressed into my clit, the sensation something akin to white-hot and I made a choked sound as my hand flew out and grabbed his arm hard.

"Okay?" he asked, finger pulling back slightly, wanting to make sure he had permission.

Words strangled in my throat, in a good way which was entirely new to me, I gave him a tight nod as my hips did a small stroke that made a devilish little smile pull at his lips.

There was no teasing, no hinting at something he was going to get to the brink of and pull me away from. His finger worked my clit with perfect pressure, changing directions occasionally, keeping my body guessing.

Then, just as suddenly as he found my clit, his finger stroked downward and his finger circled around my entrance for a long moment before pressing slowly inside, the sensation so long forgotten, but so welcome, I let out a sound that was suspiciously similar to a cry as I leaned forward and nestled my face into his neck.

His finger slid fully inside and without hesitation, started a slow, sweet, perfect thrusting that had every muscle in my body tensing, my breath coming out in choked, frantic huffs as the pressure built.

Then, when I thought anything better wasn't even remotely possible, his finger curled, stroking over my top wall and hitting my G-spot with the kind of assurance I found astounding. To be honest, I was pretty sure I had never found that spot myself. And, as the sensation became different than one I had ever known, yeah, I was sure that his knowledge of my body seemed to surpass my own.

My hips rocked up and down as his thumb moved up and started working my clit again, the two sensations together making the whimpers and cries become loud, frantic moans that I wasn't sure I was even capable of as he pushed me to the edge. Then, without hesitation, pushed me off the cliff.

I crashed into the orgasm.

There was no other way to put it.

My whole body slammed down hard, my leg muscles going liquid as the pulsations moved through me, deep in my belly at first and then moving outward until the sensation seemed to take over my whole body.

I came back to my senses with Ryan's name still whimpering from my lips, my body shuddering, my breathing a mere imitation of what it was supposed to be, coming out in odd strobe-like huffs as his thumb left my clit but his finger did a slower, gentler, almost lazy thrusting, carefully bringing me back down.