14. Kayla

Chapter 14

Kayla

Ryan flips me onto my back, and his mouth never leaves mine. His kisses are soft and tender, his hips rocking slowly in and out of me. Most of the times we’ve been together have been rushed, sneaky fucks before anyone notices we’ve slipped away. An entire night to take our time with each other is the best Christmas gift I could ever have asked for.

"Lift your knees up," he says, kneeling to watch where he leaks out of me. He drags the head of his cock through my aching flesh, scooping the warm fluid up to press back inside me, marking me in the deepest way. My spine presses into the mattress, and I hug my knees to my chest. The angle feels so good, so filthy and exposed.

My eyes close, lost in the sensation of him dragging his cock out right to the tip before plunging back in. The sound of him fucking his cum in and out of me is obscene, and I know I’ve been reading too many books with breeding kinks, because it’s turning me on way more than it should.

He slips his hand between us, spreading it around as it spills out. I stick my tongue out and he lets me lick his fingers clean, trailing them down my throat, then rolling my nipple between them. When he splays his hand between my breasts, I know he’s hunting for my heartbeat, and I reach out to touch him in the same way.

‘Two hearts, one sky. ’

Some soppy words we once said that clearly buried their way underneath our skin. I’ve never told him how I lay in bed at night, my hand in the same spot, wondering if he ever does it too.

His mouth opens and closes, and I pull him down to kiss me before he has the chance to say something that will ruin this moment. His pace slows, though the angle hits just right, and I wonder if there’s a world where this is all we do. Him in my bed, mine to touch freely, safe in the knowledge we’re not on some countdown to goodbye.

If not, could we somehow stop time, so I never have to look at anything but him. Those grey-green eyes, deep and full of everything I long to hear. They’d never close, never look away, and definitely never say ‘see you next winter’ when he walks out of my life.

Tell me. Tell me. Tell me.

My heart begs to know what he’s thinking, but I won’t dare ask. I clench around him and his breath turns shaky, snapping us both out of our trance. He picks up his pace again, delicious, slow thrusts that make me feel like I’m floating. It’s heaven, but I need more.

“Need you closer,” I beg him, spreading my knees to make room for him to position himself between them.

“Don’t want to crush you,” he says, sucking my lip between his teeth.

“I want you to.” I drag my nails down his back, dig them into his firm ass, and I pull him harder inside me. My hand finds my clit, slippery and swollen, and a few circles are all it takes to push me to the brink. I throw my head back against the pillow, my breasts pushing up against his warm chest.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he whispers, staring into my soul, stroking back my hair as I shatter around his cock. My body convulses, and he holds me tight, hips bucking into me when he follows me over the edge a second time .

Other men roll over or fuck right off, but Ryan stays, both in the bed, and in the moment. I don’t want to move, and there’s no pressure to. Instead, he hums against my throat, strokes from the top of my shoulder all the way to my ankle and back again, as if to make sure he’s touched every part of me.

While I come down and catch my breath, he fills my head with adoring whispers of ‘so pretty’ and ‘my girl’ and ‘Kayla, oh, Kayla’ .

Getting over Ryan Richmond?

I never stood a fucking chance.