Chapter 6

Ryan's lips on my neck as he makes his way down my body feels so good. It's like holy water reviving my soul.

Somehow, we make it from the kitchen to his bedroom. I'm in a trance, and I don't care how, I'm just glad we made it to a lying down position with my shirt and pants gone. This way he can do with my body as he sees fit.

"Sweetheart, please tell me you have a condom because I don't." Oh my God. Should I be embarrassed to say I do in my purse, making him question how often I sleep around, or should I own it and just go for it? I'm not that promiscuous, I just keep a few in case the opportunity arises. Now, for him not to have any at the ready, what does that say about him? How long has it been since he's had a woman here, or did he just run out? I'm leaning toward the first because guys don't just ‘run out' of that very important piece of equipment.

"Yes, I do. It's in my purse," I admit, not shying away and owning who I am. I love sex.

"Stay here. I'll run and grab your bag. Well, maybe not run." He looks down at the large tent in his pants, and we both giggle as he waddles out the door.

He's back before I know it, and I dig the gold packet out from the side zipper pocket but lay it on top of my purse as his eyes blaze into mine.

"God, I can't wait for that to be inside of me," I confess.

"Sweetheart, I can't wait to be deep inside of you, either." The timber of his voice does funny things to my core and sends a pulsing warmth through me.

With our eyes locked on each other, he climbs on the bed, reaches around to my back and unclasps my bra, pulling the straps down and off my arms. Then he takes my breast in his palm and a nipple into his mouth. I arch into him, seeking more, needing more. Needing him to fill me.

"Ryan…" I beg.

"It's been a long time for me, Julia. This first time is going to be fast, but I promise you will be fully satisfied before the night is over," he says, revealing the answer to my earlier question.

"Sounds good to me." My last word comes out breathless as he drives two thick fingers inside my channel and gently strokes them in and out while hitting my sensitive nub on every pass. "Fuck."

"Fuck is right. You're so wet." He pulls his hand away, and I groan in protest. Yet, when I see him put his fingers in his mouth to taste me, I could climax on that sight alone.

He inserts his fingers again and repeats the same motion over and over, picking up the pace until I'm writhing under half of his weight. His free arm and leg are trapping one of my legs so that I stay wide open for him to play with me.

"Ryan!" I scream as my pussy walls pulse around those two glorious fingers working their magic. Not only is he a skilled artist with his hands, he's also very talented in the art of the female body. "Yes!" My hips buck up into his hand, wanting to ride out the orgasm.

"I need to be inside you," he growls in my ear, and I welcome him, needing him to hurry up.

I can feel him against my core, a pulsating hardness that"s trapped within the confines of his pants. With haste, I unbuckle him, freeing his impressive length. The sight of it sends a wave of arousal through me that pools deliciously at my apex and makes me crave to taste him. With a shift of my body, I slide off the bed to kneel before him.

His soft groan of approval reassures me as I lean in to taste him. My lips ghost over the velvety texture of his shaft before taking him fully in my mouth. He tastes divine, an intoxicating mix of man and musk that threatens to undo me.

With teasing torment, I run my teeth lightly along his length while swirling my tongue around the sensitive tip. A low growl rumbles deep within his chest, and I know I've struck gold.

"Julia," he breathes out in a strained whisper when I pull back, leaving him glistening and wanting more. His blue eyes blaze into mine with raw desire as if begging me to relieve him from this exquisite torture.

But where's the fun in that?

Instead, I reach for the little, shiny packet laying on my purse. With a pinch of the tip, I carefully roll the latex over his cock until his full length is coated in protection.

As I settle back on the sheets, Ryan's hands tug at my last article of clothing to remove my thong. He pauses and stands a foot away from the bed, just letting his eyes roam over my body. Then, with a step closer, he reaches out with one hand to gently trace a line over the curve of my waist, dipping it into the valley between my breasts, before making its way to where I really want his attention.

Finally, he skillfully navigates that hand through the damp folds of my center. His every touch is purposeful and precise, igniting a burning ache that throbs with each stroke.

When he plunges two fingers once again deep within me, it's as if stars have exploded in my vision. The feel of his thick digits scissoring inside me sends a cascade of pleasure coursing through my veins.

"Fuck!" I cry out when his thumb finds my clit, drawing circles around it until every nerve ending in my body is aflame. With one last thrust of his hand and a wicked smile that promises more, he brings me to a shuddering climax.

My chest heaves and my heart pounds against my ribcage. Eager for more, I guide him towards me, ready to feel him deep within. Yet, he stands firm at the foot of the bed.

He leans forward at his waist and simultaneously reaches around the back of my knees and grabs hold. With a strong tug, he pulls me towards him, lining up my center with his hard cock. Instinctively, my legs wrap around his waist to hold me in place. I never knew being manhandled was so sexy, but damn, I'm so wet and ready for this cowboy.

With one hand, he takes his cock and connects it to my pussy. His other hand goes up to my shoulder, and then he thrusts his hips forward to be seated fully inside me.

"Fuck, Jules," he says on a breathless moan as he begins to move his hips back and forth, stroking my pussy with his cock.

"Yes, Ryan. You feel so good," I admit.

I raise my hips to meet his rhythm so that he hits my clit and just the right spot each time he pounds into me.

"Come for me, sweetheart," he commands and grabs both of my legs to thrust into me harder, faster.

"Ryan!" I scream his name on my release, my pussy walls spasming around his thickness. Before I can catch my breath, he leans forward, and crashes his lips into mine. It's a mix of Ryan and my desire, but before the unique blend heats me up more, he grunts against my lips as he fills the latex.

We stay locked together. The weight of Ryan's upper half is a comfort that I've been missing in my life for a long time.