He moves up close behind me, his body hot against mine, and kisses my neck, lacing his tongue against my skin as he slips a hand into my bra. I groan and tip my head back onto his shoulder as he squeezes my nipple gently.
“Mmm,” he murmurs. Bringing his hands to my back, he undoes my bra clip, slides the straps down my arms, and lets it fall to the ground. Then he fills his palms with my breasts.
I sigh, arching my back as he plays with me, my body responding to his touch. “I’ve fantasized about this for so long,” I whisper, closing my eyes at the memory.
“Have you?” He kisses up my neck to my ear, then takes the lobe in his mouth and sucks. “Have you touched yourself when you’ve been thinking of me?”
“Yes.” I groan as he tugs a little harder on my nipples.
“Show me how,” he says.
Obediently, I slide a hand down beneath the elastic of my panties, over my mound and into my folds. I’m already swollen and slippery, and I moan as I give myself a few strokes. Ryan takes my hand, pulls it out of my panties, lifts my fingers to his mouth, and sucks them.
I knew it—I knew he’d be like this. I turn in his arms and kiss him, pressing up against his hot, hard body, and slip my hands under the elastic of his boxer-briefs and onto the tight muscles of his butt. I pull him against me, rocking my hips to stroke him through my folds. He grunts, takes my face in his hands, and kisses me back, hard, wet kisses, plunging his tongue into my mouth and firing me up on all cylinders.
I lift his underwear over his erection and slide it down his legs, and he kicks them off. He does the same to me, and now we’re both naked, our bodies molding together as if they were cut from the same piece of soft plastic.
He leaves me for a moment, takes a condom out of his wallet, then comes back to lift me, wrapping my legs around his waist. I kiss him again as he walks through to the bedroom, but he doesn’t place me on the bed. Instead, he goes over to the chest of drawers against the wall, pushes the vase of fresh flowers to the back, and sits me on it.
My heart’s thundering. I moisten my lips as he rolls the condom on. I open my legs, ready for him, but he doesn’t enter me immediately. Instead, he brushes a hand up my thigh, turns it to cup my mound, and slides two fingers down into me. I tip my head back and close my eyes as he strokes down, coating his fingers with my moisture, returns to my clit, and circles the pad of his middle finger over it.
“Aaahhh…” I exhale with a sigh, and he continues to stroke me, until I’m throbbing, my breaths ragged, and then he slips his fingers down inside me, so that when I tighten my internal muscles, I clamp around him.
“Christ,” he says, his voice husky with desire. He withdraws his fingers, positions himself at my entrance, holds my hips, and pushes forward.
I groan as he enters me, widening my thighs, and as he moves back and pushes forward again, coating himself with my moisture, I feel him slide all the way inside me. Ohhh… that feels amazing; him filling me, stretching me, a sensation so erotic it makes me quiver.
He gives one more thrust, and now our bodies are flush, joined in the most intimate way it’s possible for a man and a woman to join. I look up as he looks down, and our gazes lock, taking my breath away.
He cups the back of my neck and kisses me, and I moan against his lips as he starts to thrust, sliding through my sensitive flesh. Oh it’s so good… He moves slowly, rhythmically, with no sense of urgency, just enjoying being inside me. Mmm he’s a great kisser too… His tongue plays with mine, his teeth nipping my bottom lip, and now my whole body feels as if it’s humming.
I drop back on my elbows, changing the angle between us slightly. He murmurs his approval, his gaze slipping down me, focusing on where we’re joined. He observes himself sliding in and out for a while, and he brushes his thumb lightly over my clit. I moan, and he thrusts harder, but unfortunately we’ve forgotten about the vase behind me, and it knocks against the wall, then falls over. It doesn’t break, but it spills the flowers and the water across the surface of the chest of drawers, and I squeal as reaches my back.
Ryan laughs, catches the vase and sets it upright, then lifts me off the dresser and carries me over to the bed. Turning, he sits and lies back, and now I’m on top of him, straddling him—his favorite position, as I remember.
He pulls me down so he can close his mouth over a nipple, and I sigh as he sucks, waves of pleasure shooting through me. I rock my hips, grinding against him with each thrust, and I begin to spiral slowly toward the edge. God, I needed this, I wanted this so much… I kiss him as he lifts his head, and he holds my hips, thrusting up inside me.
“Yeah,” I whisper, “that feels so good…”
“You like me inside you?” he murmurs back.
“Yeah.”
“You’re a bad girl, Clio King.”
“I am. I really am.”
“You deserve to be soundly fucked.”
“I do. Teach me a lesson, big boy.”
He laughs, slides a hand into my hair, and pulls my head back so he can kiss my neck. I groan as he sucks at the place where my pulse beats. If he leaves a hickey, I’ll never hear the end of it from Leon. At that moment, though, I hope he does. He kisses back to my breast and sucks my nipple again, and I groan. “Oh yeah… harder…”
He sucks firmly, and I cry out, rocking my hips faster. God, I love sex. Especially when it’s as good as this.
At that point, he takes a hold of my hips and lifts me off him, carefully retaining the condom. “Move up,” he instructs, and I shift up the bed. He twirls a finger, so I lie on my back on the pillows, opening my legs so he can move between them. He wants to take charge. Oh, I am so up for that.
He presses the tip of his erection against me and then slides in with one smooth thrust. I groan and close my eyes, but he kisses me fiercely and says, “Look at me,” so I open my eyes and look up into his brown ones as he shifts on the bed, making himself comfortable. He pushes up my knees so my legs are wrapped around his waist, and when I lift my arms above my head, he studies my body stretched out beneath him and just says, “Yes,” his voice soft and husky.
I have a feeling I’m about to get sincerely fucked, and as he begins to move, I know my suspicions were right. He starts slow, but the speed of his hips soon increases as he plunges down into me, his hips meeting the back of my thighs with a slap, filling the air with the sound of sex.
“Oh God,” I say, knowing I’m going to come hard soon.
“Is this what you wanted?” he asks, sliding a hand beneath my chin and forcing it up so I’m looking into his eyes.
“Yes…” I part my lips as he brushes his thumb over them, and when he pushes it into my mouth, I suck it, brushing my tongue over the pad and making him groan. He withdraws it and kisses me, his lips bruising mine as he thrusts his tongue into my mouth, and oh I love the way he’s demanding, not asking, taking what he wants from me, it’s so hot…
He lifts his head and looks at me again, his eyes so hot I think I’m going to melt. “Come for me,” he demands, his voice a growl.
“Only if you fuck me harder,” I tell him.
He gives a short laugh, holds me by the wrists, putting all his weight on his hands so I can’t move, and stills for a moment as he pushes forward, stretching me and filling me completely.
I groan. “Are you trying to spear me to the bed?”
“I’m only doing what the lady asks.”
“I’m no lady.”
“Thank fuck for that.”
I laugh, then groan again as he starts thrusting, hard and fast.
“Oh my God,” I say, tiny muscles beginning to tighten inside me.
“You like this, Clio?”
“Oh yeah. Oh God, yeah.”
“You like being fucked hard?”
“Ah Jesus…” I’m beginning to lose the power of speech.
“Answer me,” he says.
“Yes…” I whisper. “I love it. Do it. Harder. Use me, baby. Fucking go for it.”
He groans, and that’s it, neither of us can speak again as he pounds into me. Our breaths come fast and harsh, and my wrists hurt, but I don’t care because I’m about to come, and I have that beautiful, blissful moment just before when everything tightens in a rush and I know it’s about to hit, and then oh my God I’m coming hard and fast and it’s so powerful I cry out with each pulse. He rides me through it, and then he comes too, oh jeez, shuddering as he spills inside me, dropping his head while his body clenches again and again, and all I can do is lie there and watch him, my chest heaving, until he finally stops.
“Holy shit,” he says. He blinks and his vision clears.
“Holy shit,” I echo. My lips feel numb and bruised, and I know I’m going to have trouble walking tomorrow. How fucking amazing. I’m so happy I could cry.
He studies my face, looking into my eyes, then bends and gives me the tenderest, sweetest kiss I think I’ve ever had in my whole life. Only then does he carefully withdraw, and lift off me.
I can’t move though; I lie there as he disposes of the condom, and it’s only when he rolls onto his side to face me and cups my cheek to turn my head that I manage to shift toward him.
“Are you all right?” he asks with concern.
“I’ve been shagged senseless,” I tell him. “I’m fucking brilliant.”
He laughs and pulls me into his arms. “I didn’t hurt you?”
“God, no. I have no words to describe how I feel right now.” I look up at him, into his big brown eyes. “I think that was the best sex I’ve ever had.”
He chuckles and kisses me. “Me too.”
“I am soooo glad we missed that plane.”
“God, yes. Soooo glad.”
We smile at each other. “Thank you,” I murmur.
He kisses my nose, then my lips again. “Do you still want me to sleep on the sofa?”
I laugh. “Of course not.”
He smiles and wraps his arms around me.
Behind him, the lake is dark, the sky filled with twinkling stars. I study them for a while as our breathing slows. And then I fall asleep.
Chapter Ten
Ryan
I rarely sleep all night. At home, I often awake around one or two a.m., and sometimes I get up and sit on the deck with a drink, listening to the sounds of the sea for an hour before I finally go back to bed.
Tonight, though, I sleep soundly all night, no doubt due to all the exercise.
When I finally awake, it’s getting light. I turn my head to look across at Clio. Lit by the rising sun, she’s lying facing me, half on her front. Her skin is glowing—a true English rose. Her lips are parted a little. Her blonde hair is all mussed. She looks gorgeous.
My lips curve up. Quietly, so as not to wake her, I get up and visit the bathroom, then return to the bedroom and go over to the window. I catch my breath at the amazing view across the lake. The water is rose-gold, and the roofs of the town are burnt-orange, bits of metal blindingly bright in the sun.
My soul is light as a feather this morning. My body feels pleasantly warm and relaxed after the amazing sex last night. Also, oddly, I feel a tad resentful. This is all I wanted from my wife. Heartfelt, wholesome sex. To be desired and wanted. I need a woman who enjoys sex as much as I do, who likes taking her pleasure from me, who’s not afraid to get her hair mussed, and who’s as turned on as I am by the role-play that naturally occurs during sex. I’m not a violent man, and I have no desire to cause pain, but I do enjoy sex somewhat rough and enthusiastic. I find it a turn-on, but in the past, Samantha has made me feel perverted because of it. She made me feel like I was in the wrong. I don’t think either of us was in the wrong—we were just incompatible, but I do feel she was wrong to make me feel guilty and dirty for it.
Unlike my partner last night. I turn and look at the sleeping beauty in the bed, and my lips curve up. Clio knew exactly what I needed, because she enjoys sex like that herself. What a joy it was, to be wanted, and to be encouraged to explore those feelings.
The duvet rests over her hips and just covers her breasts, but I can see her back, the dip of her waist, and the curve of her bottom. I purse my lips. I haven’t tasted her yet. This morning, we’re heading off to Dunedin, and I doubt we’ll get a chance to hook up down there, as the hotel’s going to be full of wedding guests. And she’s already made it clear that she doesn’t want a relationship at the moment. This was supposed to be a one-off, a quick fling. So I might as well make the most of it while I can.
I feel a brief flicker of regret, but push it away; I’m not going to spoil the time we have by wishing I had more.
I go over to the bottom of the bed, lift the duvet, and sneak under it.
Starting at her feet, I press my lips to her skin, hoping she doesn’t dream she’s being attacked by a wild animal and kick out. She doesn’t; she stirs, stills, then chuckles. “Ryan?”
“Might be.” I kiss up her calves. Her legs are beautifully smooth and silky. I trace my tongue behind her knee, then continue pressing kisses up her thigh. “On your back,” I murmur, and obediently she turns over, sighing as I settle between her legs.
“Don’t you want me to shower first?” she asks.
“Definitely not.” She smells warm and sexy, and when I part her folds and lower my mouth to her, she sighs and stretches beneath me.
“Mmm…” She sounds lazy, sleepy. “Mmm, Ryan…”
I slide my tongue into her folds, growing hard at the smell and taste of her. Oh yeah, this is the way I’d love to wake up every morning. I lick right down and slide my tongue inside her as far as I can, then return to her clit and tease the little button as I bring up a hand to join in the fun.
She sighs. “I knew you’d be good at this,” she says, sounding happy, and I chuckle as I slip two fingers inside her, curving them up so I can stroke her G-spot. She moans and sinks her hands into my hair, and I give myself over to pleasuring her, from long, slow licks to short flicks of my tongue, until her breaths come fast and she’s filling the air with her moans.
She was loud last night, exclaiming every time I thrust into her, and I grow even harder as she shows her approval vocally, her hips moving beneath me so she’s grinding against my tongue. Man, that’s hot, and I dig the fingers of my free hand into her thigh and suck on her clit as she holds her breath, then comes, clamping around my fingers. Oh yeah, come for me baby. Her fingers clutch my hair, and she groans loudly before she finally collapses back onto the pillows and pushes my head away.
Laughing, I kiss up her body, pausing to pay attention to her nipples, then stretch out beside her. She pulls my head down for a kiss, not seeming to mind she can taste herself on my lips. Mmm. That’s my girl.
When I lift my head, I find her cheeks rosy and her eyes half-lidded with sleepy desire.
“Mmm,” she says approvingly. “That’s the way I’d like to wake up every morning.”
“I can think of worse ways,” I agree.
She lifts up and pushes me onto my back, then kisses me. “Time to return the favor,” she says.
My eyebrows rise—I wasn’t expecting her to do that, but I’m certainly not going to argue. Samantha hated giving oral, saying it made her jaw ache, which I guess is a compliment but unfortunately meant it didn’t happen very often.
In contrast, Clio kisses down my chest, then takes my erection in her hand and begins to stroke it. Oh yeah, that feels good. I sigh and swell in her hand, and she murmurs her approval before she kisses across my belly, then closes her mouth over the tip.
“Aaahhh…” My exhalation is loud and involuntary. Christ, that feels fantastic. She washes her tongue over the head, and shifts on the bed, taking me inside her mouth, and then even deeper. Whoa. She slides her lips down the shaft until I touch the back of her throat, and then she moves back, using the wetness from her mouth to stroke me.
Oh fuck, this is going to be amazing.
Sure enough, she uses her tongue, lips, and hand to gradually tease me toward the edge of ecstas
y, sucking harder as she realizes I like it, and deep throating me until I feel like I’m losing my mind. I slide a hand into her hair, tightening my fingers there, and she moans as I hold her head and thrust into her mouth, my body taking over as I near my climax. Fuck.
“I’m going to come,” I warn her, releasing her head in case she doesn’t want me to come in her mouth, but she just takes me all the way in and sucks, and so I let the climax sweep over me, feeling jet after jet fill her mouth, and she just swallows it down, holy shit, disposing of the evidence until there’s nothing left.
I’m left panting and limp as a raw piece of chicken with all the bones removed, unable to do anything as she kisses back up my body, up my neck, then closes her lips over mine and plunges her tongue into my mouth. I don’t have the energy to stop her, and so I let her kiss me, until eventually she lifts her head, her eyes dancing.
“Minx,” I tell her.
She chuckles and curls up by my side. “What’s the time?”
I check my phone. “Six-thirty.”
“Have we got time to catch some breakfast before we leave?”
“Oh, I think so. Still hungry? Even after sucking me dry?”
“I could do with something sweet to offset the saltiness.”
I laugh and kiss her. It turns into a passionate smooch, and I pull her into my arms as I lean back on the pillows. She stretches out along me, her body soft where it’s pressed against mine. I stroke my hands down her spine, over her bottom, and back up her sides.
“I could stay in bed with you all day,” I murmur.
Her eyelids slip to half-mast, and her gaze turns dreamy. “Mmm. What a wonderful idea. Shall we tell Leon there were no hire cars available?”
I chuckle. “I don’t think he’d ever talk to you again. Or Stefan.”
“I’m not seeing the disadvantages to this argument.”
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