“I want this. I want you. Forever.” Ryan whispered against my glistening skin, his grip on me tightening as he pulled out of me, leaving a void deep inside my chest. I knew what he was asking me, and I wanted to give him that. I wanted to be that girl for him but the truth was I didn’t know if I was cut out for this, for him.
He made me a different person, a person I wasn’t sure I wanted to be. He flipped my moral compass upside down. He made me feel dirty, and used and the worst part about it was that I liked it.
“I want you, too.” I finally say, realizing I needed to say something. The truth was I did want him. I just didn’t know for how long.
He cradled me in his arms our breaths matching one another’s as he settled us into the bed. Our bodies were slick with sweat and the smell of sex, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to be with him, to have his arms wrapped around me, to feel his heartbeat against my back in rhythm with my own.
“I’m never letting go.” I heard the words faintly in my ear just as I drift off to sleep. His touch, and the day’s events reminding me just how tired I really was. For some strange reason I too felt the need to remind him that I wasn’t going to be going anywhere either.
“I’ll always be here.” The words left my lips without thought of the consequences they may bring. Instead my eyes drifted close and I let the pleasure and warmth of the man I loved wash over me, carrying me into my dreams.
***
I awoke the next morning, confused, and feeling as if I ran a triathlon. Which may have been true had I actually done so and not spent all night receiving numerous orgasms instead. I rolled over in the king size bed expecting to find Ryan’s warm body, my fingertips grazing on a piece of paper instead.
-C
You’re beautiful when you’re sleeping. Please have that pussy warmed up when I get back from the office. I like my breakfast warm.
-Ry
I lifted my hand to my lips, feeling a smile form against my fingers. It was a strange feeling to be smiling my happy ass off when just a week ago I was jobless, volunteering at the local homeless shelter and on the verge of being homeless myself. Who knew that in a blink of an eye I would be screwing one of the Nation's most eligible bachelors? Still something didn’t seem right. Maybe it was all too good to be true? Things like this never happened to a girl like me.
The giddy feeling of being fucked by Ryan continued on as I slipped into one of his shirts. I walked aimlessly around his apartment digesting my surroundings and taking in everything that I failed to notice last night as we made a mad dash for his bedroom.
My fingers slid across the mantle above the fireplace, the centerpiece of the whole room. The wood was high end exotic, esquite and oozed manly sex appeal. In fact the entire apartment was very well decorated. I wouldn't have expected anything less coming from a bachelor Billionaire. He probably hired an Interior Designer or he really does have excellent taste.
A floor to ceiling window allowed ample light into the room, but also gave way to a beautiful view of the city. The large, comfy king size bed was placed against an exposed brick wall, the red silk sheets blending with the room perfectly.
I made a beeline for the en suite bathroom that was connected to the bedroom. What I thought was the bathroom was actually a massive closet, like a whole other room kinda closet. I couldn’t resist the urge to find out more about him even if was just seeing what filled his closet. Expensive suits were hung with care and dozens of ties neatly rolled in drawers, pairs and pairs of polished leather shoes lined one wall. Everything was color coordinated and put away with extreme care. A little OCD maybe?
I didn’t spend much time exploring his closet, not because there wasn’t much in it but because there wasn’t anything very interesting in it. I was actually shocked at how little he had in there. Ryan’s closet was huge, my entire apartment could fit inside the space but it was only half filled with his belongings. The whole other side of the room mirrored his side but was completely void of clothing and shoes.
At the very end of the closet was where Ryan must have stored his casual clothing and shoes. I definitely wanted to see him in jeans and sneakers. Jeans, t-shirts, and sweaters were all folded and neatly placed in their own spots and his massive shoe collection was organized by casual to tennis shoes.
“This is a dream…” My voice echoing through the large room.
“For fuck’s sake!” A female voice that I didn’t recognize boomed from outside the bedroom startling me from the fairytale dream I was having. I scurried from the closet and out of the bedroom. My eyes honed in on a blonde bombshell, looking like she just walked off the runway. She was the kind of woman that rivaled all those that I had admired in the magazines as a teenager.