Hosed (Happy Cat #1)(43)

“More—yes—there,” I moan.

And suddenly I’m shattering.

Muscles I didn’t know I have tighten and release, my inner walls clenching, and bliss rockets through my veins. My thighs clamp around Ryan’s head as I ride out the new sensations overtaking my body.

So this is what the fuss is about.

The natural high of ultimate pleasure shared with someone else. Except it’s not enough.

I want to share even more with him. I want him inside me.

“More?” I ask.

He chuckles and lifts his head. “That wasn’t enough?”

“I haven’t had you yet,” I answer, suddenly shy. “I mean, that was—you were—amazing, but I want—I want everything, Ryan.”

I freeze, because it strikes me a moment too late that he might think I mean in and out of bed, but his smile’s growing, and his eyes are getting darker, his lids heavy.

“I mean, if you can do that with your mouth, then when you use your…”

“My…?” he prompts.

He’s not laughing. He’s watching me intently, and I swear he smells turned on.

“Your cock,” I whisper. “I want to feel your cock inside me.”

He swears softly, and an instant later, his pants and underwear go flying across the room. I gasp as I take in the sight of his fully naked body—the tight hips, the hollow of his belly button, the very large, very thick, very solid length of his cock.

He snags a condom from the bedside table, and I find my coordination to reach for it, plucking it from his fingers. “May I?”

“Of course,” he says, voice husky.

I want to inspect every inch of him—and there are a lot of inches—but just the sight of his engorged head and erect length is making me ache with emptiness.

There’s no fear, despite his size, because I know as surely as I know my own name that he’ll fit perfectly.

And he’ll be gentle.

I grip him, shocked at how smooth his skin is, and tentatively trace the tip.

Such soft skin over hot iron.

“Cassie,” he grinds out. “If you don’t stop—”

I smile, because I might be a virgin who balks at speaking the word dildo aloud, but I still hear things, and I’ve read my share of romance novels. “Ryan O’Dell, am I making you lose control?”

“Yes,” he grunts.

His eyes flutter shut again, but not before I catch sight of them crossing.

I roll the condom down his length, and as soon as I’m done, he pounces, trapping me against the bed. “Give me just a minute,” he says.

“I—” I start, but then he’s sucking on that magic spot between my neck and shoulders while he unhooks my bra and sneaks a hand under one cup to roll my nipple between his thumb and finger, and I suddenly need a minute too.

“You are so damn sexy,” he tells me.

His cock is pressing against my entrance, but he’s not making any effort to rush. I tilt my hips, my body outside of my control, instinct taking over as he whispers praise of my breasts, my skin, my sweet, delicious pussy.

He sucks my bare nipple into his mouth, and my hips come off the bed at the intensity of the pleasure rocketing to my newly-awakened orgasm muscles. “Ryan,” I cry.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispers. “So perfect.”

He presses a kiss to the hollow between my breasts as he pushes into me, slowly stretching my inner walls apart, one careful inch at a time. I open my legs wider and angle my hips to take him deeper, wonder and joy filling my entire being as deeply and fully as he’s filling my body.

“God, Cassie, you’re so perfect.” The strained reverence in his voice nearly brings tears to my eyes. “So tight. Are you okay?”

“More,” I say, because I don’t think I can force anything else out around this lump in my throat.

I grasp his firm ass cheeks and pull while I open myself fully to him.

I want all of him.

I want to feel him in my soul.

He lifts his head and holds my gaze as he fully sheaths himself inside me. He pulls almost all the way out, then glides back in, easier this time. My breath catches as he hits a sensitive spot inside me, and he slows, stroking inside me to hit it again.

“There?” he asks.

“Oh, yes,” I moan.

He catches one of my hands and lifts it over my head, threading his fingers through mine while he pumps into me, the slow, luxurious strokes giving way to frenzied thrusts that build that coil tight deep inside me again.

He’s still watching me, watching my eyes, his lips parted, a sheen of perspiration forming on his forehead. “Cassie,” he gasps. “Baby, I can’t—I can’t hold out much longer. I want—I want you to come. I want this to be good for you.”

He drives into me one more time, and with his big, strong body against mine, his solid cock hitting that magic spot inside me, and the intensity in his expression while he holds me captive with his eyes, I fall over the edge.

Again.

My walls clench and spasm around him, my climax hitting so hard and tight that everything beyond our connection disappears. “Ryan!” I gasp.

He cries out my name and throws his head back, and I press my hips as close to his as I can get.

It’s just him and me, together, riding wave after wave of pleasure, taking us deeper under this spell, and I don’t ever want this to stop.