“We aren’t usin’ a condom either, because I want us to have a baby.”
“Okay.”
“From this moment on, being a gentlemen is over. When we’re alone you touch every part of me. Every. Single. Fucking. Part.”
“Okay.”
“And I want to get married. Soon. We can figure out a date.”
“Okay.”
Every time I spoke, I took a step backwards, and every time Ryder replied, he took a step towards me.
“Just okay?” I asked. “You agree with everythin’ I’ve said?”
“Every. Single. Fucking. Word.”
Oh.
I blinked. “Do you have anythin’ else to say?”
“Yeah,” he said and shot forward. “I’m going to make you scream.”
My legs went weak, and before I submitted to him completely I said, “Promises, promises.”
With a promising grin, Ryder grabbed hold of me. I yelped when he picked me up, put me over his shoulder and beelined up the stairs, taking the steps two at a time. Like the snap of my fingers we were in our bedroom, and he had me pressed against the bedroom door, pulling my clothes from my body as he dominated my mouth with his.
I matched his hunger and kissed him back, hard. My hands pulled at his shirt, and I heard some of the material rip. Ryder growled against my move, grabbed his shirt and continued what I started. He ripped the fabric from his body and tossed it behind him. I placed my hands on his bare chest and groaned when I slid them around to his back and felt rippling muscles contract under my fingertips.
Damn.
“Now,” I begged against his lips. “No foreplay, just you inside me. Please, Ryder.”
I didn’t have to ask him twice.
“I love you, sweetness” he said.
I hummed. “I know, and I love you too.”
“I just wanted to tell you.”
I licked my lips. “Why?”
“Because I’m going to fuck you like I don’t.”
My breath caught in my throat when he picked me up and moved us over to the bed. When he lay me down, he rid me of my shoes, socks, jeans and knickers. My top was thrown somewhere in the room, and so was my bra. He got himself naked then in record time and it made me laugh.
“You’re so eager.”
Ryder growled. “You have no fucking idea.”
Oh, but I did.
I was starved of being imitate with him for a long time too, and I was beyond ready to bring that to an end and reintroduce myself to every part of his hard body.
To show my eagerness, I parted my thighs for him as he crawled up my body and hovered over me. I groaned when he balanced his weight on his left forearm and used his right hand to grip the base of his cock and rub the head back and forth over my throbbing clit.
“Ryder,” I moaned and slid my hands from his waist around to his back.
“I’m here, sweetness,” he replied. “And I’m not going anywhere. Ever.”
I gasped as sensation filled me.
“I’m holdin’ you to that,” I moaned.
He slowly rubbed the head of his shaft down my * until it kissed my entrance. I burned to have him inside, but knowing he was a hair away from being inside me was such a turn on.
“Fuck,” he breathed and shook his head. “I’m scared and I don’t know why.”
I pulled my hands from his back and placed them on either side of his face.
“You’re nervous, but don’t be. It’s just us.”
“Just us,” he repeated.
I nodded. “Watch me as you enter me, you’ll feel better. I promise.”
With his eyes locked on mine, he slowly slid into my body. I saw his jaw set, and the muscles in his arms flex as he entered into me inch by agonising inch. It felt so good that I couldn’t keep eye contact with Ryder; I allowed my eyes to roll back and for a groan to escape me.
“Beautiful,” he murmured.
I felt his lips on mine then. The taste of his mouth was mixed with the pleasure in my core, and it caused me to become very vocal.
“I fit perfectly with you,” he said against my mouth. “You’re wrapped around me so tight, Bran… fuck.”
I returned my hands to his back and gently grazed my nails against his skin, causing him to hiss and thrust into me harder. The urge to come was overwhelming so I took one hand and trailed it down my body until my fingertips grazed over the swollen bud that hurt so good.
“Yes,” he rasped. “Rub that pretty clit of yours, baby. Show me what you’ve been doing when you didn’t have me.”
Yes, sir.
I bit down on my lower lip as I lifted my fingers to Ryder’s mouth as I watched him lube them up with his saliva. I placed them back on my clit and began to rotate them.
“Holy fuck!”
Ryder drove into me harder, faster and a hell of a lot deeper. He switched up from slow and steady to fast and furious and had me almost screaming in pleasure.
“Did you pretend your fingers were my mouth, baby?” Ryder asked, his voice primal. “Did you fuck yourself and wish it was me?”
“Yes!” I panted. “Only you.”
He picked up his pace. “Come on, baby. I’m so close.”
Me too.