Sinful Desire (Sinful Nights, #2)(76)

Somehow, he finally opened them, came down from the sky, and moved off of her. “Did you just—”

She nodded, looking like a cat who’d eaten the canary.

“You actually put your finger in my ass?”

She nodded again, but her smile slipped away. “You didn’t like it?”

He laughed. He scoffed. He cursed. “Sophie, I’ve never come like that before. I just did not expect that.”

“I didn’t, either.”

He reached for her hand and pulled her up. “Time to wash up.” He led her to the bathroom, where she washed her hands, and he used a towel to clean up her forehead and her hair as best he could right now.

Then he washed his hands. He wasn’t sure why he was cleaning his. His hands hadn’t ventured in that forbidden zone tonight.

Not yet at least.

But they would. He turned off the faucet, wrapped his arms around her waist, and moved his mouth to her ear. He lowered a hand to her ass, cupping a cheek. “Where do you keep your lube?”

She met his reflection in the mirror. She didn’t speak at first, just stared back. “Are you going to do the same thing to me?”

He gripped her ass harder. “I want you to let me do more. I want you to let me put my dick in you.”

Her eyes sparkled in the glass. Her voice was low. “I’ve been hoping you would do that,” she said, as if it was a naughty admission, and she shivered against him, goose bumps rising on her skin.

His throat rumbled. “You beautiful, dirty woman,” he said in utter appreciation for her gorgeously depraved desires, which perfectly matched his.

“But I’ve never done it,” she said. “I don’t want it to hurt.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, either. It doesn’t have to hurt, but if you don’t want to, don’t worry, Sophie.”

She turned in his arms, facing him. “I want to do everything with you.” She held up a finger. “I just think a glass of wine would help.”

A grin spread across his face. “Wine is good. And massage oil?”

She tapped one of the drawers in her vanity. “It’s all in here. I bought it last week. Just in case.”

He groaned and grabbed her face. He pressed his nose against hers. Out of nowhere, the next words came out. “I’m crazy for you. And not because you bought lube and massage oil. Just because I’m crazy for you.”

Her smile was radiant. “I’m crazy for you, too.”

*

A glass of white wine later, along with some soft music and Ryan’s hands all over her back, shoulders, and neck, and Sophie was wholly relaxed. His touch made her moan softly, and breathe deeply, and move in synch with his strong hands. He rubbed the oil on her shoulders, down her spine, and along her arms.

“What if you slip off me? What if I’m too slippery now?”

He laughed softly and leaned in closer to her ear. “I promise I won’t let you escape, my little eel.”

She laughed, too, and he continued to work his way down her body. He massaged the top of her cheeks, and she wriggled as the pressure sent sparks through her body, settling between her legs, beating a pulse in her very wet, very hot center. He parted her legs more, widening the space between them, and working his fingers lower on her bottom.

She tensed briefly, unsure how this would feel. But then she remembered the time at his house when he’d slid a finger inside her ass and she’d wanted to sing hallelujah.

She raised her ass for him.

“Yeah,” he said, all slow and sexy. “Like that, beautiful. Give yourself to me.”

She lifted herself higher, and turned her face to the side, watching him as he reached for the lube on the towel he’d spread out across the cover. He squirted some onto his fingers then returned to her rear. He slid his fingers between her cheeks and pressed lightly against her entrance. She breathed softly, letting the air spread through her lungs.

He rubbed his fingertip in circles, and soon she moved in time with his finger, circling her hips, inviting him to penetrate her. He slipped the finger past her entrance, and waited, letting her adjust, then slid it all the way in. “You’re so tight,” he murmured.

“How am I going to fit you?” she asked, a fleet of nerves briefly reappearing.

“Lube. Lots of lube. And lots of preparation,” he said, as he continued to work his finger inside her. She squirmed as he pushed, then he added another finger, and soon she was panting, and her clit was aching, and whatever he was doing to her ass was turning her on. Wildly.

“Oh God,” she said, as a spark zipped through her.

“You like it?”

She nodded. “I do. You’re doing it so good,” she said, as she rocked her rear back into him. The pressure added to the pleasure. The new sensations of all those fingers inside her sent a wave of heat through her body, settling in her *. She rocked back into his hand, craving being filled in both ways. Barely aware of what her body was urging her to do, she started rubbing her pelvis against the bed, desperate for attention in her sex.

Within seconds, he looped his free hand around her thigh, hitching her leg up on the bed, giving him access to her.

She breathed a sigh of relief, then a long, low, purr of pleasure as he stroked her hard clit with one hand, while filling her ass with fingers from the other. The double wave of sensations blasted through her core, like a tornado of lust whirling through her. Some deep and primitive part of her gave herself over to this animalistic moment, to this basest of carnal wishes.