Ryan brought his hands to Claire's face and slammed his lips on her mouth. He bit her lower lip and she gasped; which gave him an opportunity to find her tongue with his. Her eager responses sent shivers down his spine. Their kiss was passionate, intense and all consuming.
He felt her warm hands explore his back, up his neck and down to his abs. He held his breath when she found him, her fingers encircling him, tentative at first but with more confidence as she felt how hard he was, how much he wanted her.
"How can it be so soft and so hard at the same time?" she asked.
"How can you be so hot and so wet?" His hand had gone to cup her middle.
She laughed and smoothed her hand up and down his shaft. He found her bud and began to move his finger, slicking her over and over. He began to walk backwards, dragging her with him and when his calves hit the bed, he fell on his back, taking her with him.
He immediately flipped their position so that she was beneath him. He attacked her lips again, one hand in her hair, another one playing with her clit.
"Please, Ryan, please," she begged.
He began placing small kisses on her jaw, down her collarbone, licked between her breasts, over her small flat stomach, up to the one place he wanted so bad to taste. He inhaled her soft curls. That might be the most amazing smell he had ever smelt in his life.
She immediately closed her legs just he was about to get a taste of her honey. "What's wrong?"
She looked at him under her lashes. "Should you be doing that?"
Her question confused him. Surely she had done this before. "Have you never been licked here?" A small shake of her head told him his answer. He looked at her. She couldn't be a virgin, right? No. Marcus was the proof of that.
He eased his mind. He really wanted to find her ex and beat the shit out of him. How could a sane man leave all of this?
"I want to do this. I want to taste you. I'm honna make you come and I'll lick every drop of your juices."
"You promise?" she asked as she opened her legs wide.
Ryan stared at her opening which was already glistening with her juices. He lowered his head and licked. Her hips arched up to meet him, to beg him, to kill him.
"Please," she whispered to him. His tongue flicked again, tempting her pulsing core. Her fingers tangled in his hair, not teasing at all. A push, a pull,anything, anything.This time, his tongue flicked twice and she yelped. His hands gripped her thighs and he continued his assault on her core. His tongue moved over her, sucking her swollen lips, her clit, sucking her soul.
She gasped when he put a finger inside her. She was tight, almost like... Ryan looked over at Claire. She had her eyes closed, her lower lip between her teeth. He added another finger and she moaned loudly; like he wanted her to. Her hips rose to meet his every thrust. He increased his speed and knew she was close when her breath came in large gasps. A few seconds later, her legs were shaking uncontrollably as she reached her climax. He moved above her, slid his shaft between her thighs, and with one powerful thrust, he entered her.
He froze.
Ryan looked down at Claire. He didn't want to believe it but when a tear slipped at the corner of his eye, his heart broke.
"Y- you- ... How?" he began to pull out but she pulled his mouth to her lips. She kissed him intensely that for a moment, he almost forgot. He pulled back abruptly and stared at her but there was only desire in her eyes.
"I want this. I want you." she whispered. So many emotions were going through his mind right now, and the fact that his shaft was begging to move.
"Shit!" he pulled out as the realisation hit him. He opened his bedside drawer to take out a foil, ripped it open and rolled the condom on himself.
He climbed back on the bed, noticing the red patch on the sheets. He settled himself between her thighs again. "I will be gentle."
"I don't want gentle. I just want you." there was nothing but determination in her eyes. Why couldn't she understand that he was doing this for her? "Remember what you said, earlier?" Of cause he remembered. But that was before he found out she was a freaking virgin! "Ryan..."
He cut her off with a kiss. A kiss that spoke all the things he wanted to say to her. A kiss that set his body on fire. He positioned himself at her entrance and slowly pushed in. Claire whimpered, her fingers digging into his shoulder. For several seconds, they stayed that way, foreheads pressed together, bodies joined. Lost in each other. Feeling emotion with each breath they took. Intense. Potent. What flared between them went beyond simple sex.
"Are you okay?" he asked and she answered him with a breathtaking kiss. He began to move ever so slow, even though every inch of his body wanted to pound her. He didn't dare succumb to the urges of his body.
He began a sensual rhythm. Not just hips moving, but their entire bodies.Kissing. Touching. Tasting. Fully engaged sex until she was as wild as he was. Until they simmered. Until their movements became frenzied.
She lifted her leg and he placed it over his hip, filling his hand with her ass as he angled her body and drove deep into her.
"You feel so damn good," Ryan murmured, his lips traveling down her jaw, her neck, her shoulder.
Then his pace began to quicken. He could feel her muscles contracting. Taking. He began to move faster. Harder. She was close.
She cried out. "Oh. I…Ryan, I…" But she never finished the words. He felt her spasm of release and the jerk of her body that followed. Then her orgasm rippled, grabbing at his cock, pushing him over the edge he'd been clinging to. He lifted his hips, pumping them onward as he chased his own climax. Once. Twice. Three times and he felt the rush of release, spilling himself inside her. Shaking with the intensity of white-hotlightning ripping through his body. He collapsed on top her, bringing most weight to his elbow as to not crash her.
"I like your weight on me," she said with a smile on her face. Her eyes were half closed and there were few beads of sweat on her forehead. Still sexy as fuck. "So that's what the fuss is all about."
He understood her words and laughed. "I hope I exceeded your expectations." She opened her eyes and looked at him, smiling, eyes still dozed with hunger.
She encircled her arms around her neck and answered, "Yes, my good sir. You've exceeded all expectations."
He had never been one to doubt himself but he was still glad to hear her answer. And he was beginning to get hard again while he was still inside her. He slowly removed himself from her and she made an adorable pout face. He disposed the condom in the bin and picked Claire up and walked to his bathroom.
Ryan filled the tub with hot water before sitting in and settling Claire between his legs.
She instantly relaxed in his arms. He put soap into her hair and began to massage her scalp.
Whatever demon had possessed him, Ryan didn't want it to stop. He had never bathed anyone in his life. And yet, here he was.
He spread soap over shoulders, her collar bone and gave extra special attention to her breasts. He knew she was still sore from earlier but her moans weren't exactly making things easier for him. Whilst he was deciding to ignore his urges, she spun around and faced him.
Claire kissed him softly before he slanted his head to deepen the kiss. "I didn't bring a condom in here." he growled.
"I'm on pill, plus I'm safe." she kissed his jaw, his nose and straddled him.
"I'm safe", he said and she aligned herself to his throbbing shaft and sank down. Ryan's breath stopped as he felt her again. She was still tight.
Then she started to ride. Hips bucking against his, she slid back and forth, side to side. Her hair teased his face, his neck, his chest. She was beautiful. As wild as he had wanted her. On the edge, driven to tumble over. His hands settled on her hips, guiding her, helping her reach for more. Helping her find that perfect spot she sought. And he knew the moment she did. Her breaths became pants, eyes rolled to the back of her head. She shouted his name as her orgasm hit her.
Then she continued, knowing that he hadn't finished yet. His hand went to her ass, urging her on. His muscles froze, his back arched, and he wanted to roar. But there was only one sound, one word he could say.
"Claire."