Sinful Desire (Sinful Nights, #2)(77)

She whispered his name. It sounded like pure sex on her tongue, even to her own ears.

“I’m ready,” she murmured, then she rose on her elbows and her knees, lifting her ass for him.

Waiting.

He let his fingers slip out of her, and away from her. She inhaled. It was going to happen. She was going to give up a part of herself to him, only him. He was the only man she could ever imagine having in her like this.

But he didn’t take her that way.

Instead, he moved next to her, lying on his back. He tapped her leg.

“Straddle me,” he said softly.

“What?”

His command didn’t compute.

“You’re on top,” he added.

“But,” she said. “Don’t you want it from behind? I thought that’s how…”

Guys liked it.

“Yeah, I want it that way. I want to f*ck your pretty little ass while I watch my cock slide in and out of that tight hole. I want to get you off with my fingers on and in your *, and my dick in your ass. And then when you climax so hard you see stars, I want to pull out and paint your body with my come. All over your gorgeous f*cking back,” he said, his words as dirty as they’d ever been, and she turned wetter and hotter with the image of jets of his hot, white semen marking her spine. Then he clasped a hand around her hips, and tenderly pulled her closer to him. “But I want it to feel amazing for you first. And it’ll be better for you if you can control it. If you can ride me. If you can set the pace. We’ll get there. But the first time needs to be fantastic for the woman I’m crazy for.”

She swallowed and took a deep breath, his sweet dirtiness rushing over her. She ran a hand through her hair, trying to calm her overactive heart. How could she be so turned on, so aroused, so ready to do something thoroughly forbidden and also feel on the cusp of falling deeply?

She had no rational answer. So she listened to her body, and she positioned herself over him. He shook his head, and whispered, “Not yet.”

She furrowed her brow.

“I told you I’d get you there,” he said as he brought the hand that hadn’t touched her rear back between her legs, rubbing her swollen bundle of nerves once again.

“Oh God,” she said, closing her eyes and running her hands through her hair.

“Remember the night I met you?” he asked as he stroked her clit, setting off fire after fire inside her, like sparklers on the fourth of July.

She nodded on a pant.

“Even then, before you even knew my name, I made you come like this.” He circled her clit, sending waves of intense bliss through her body. She shuddered. “I didn’t even touch your flesh, Sophie. I made you come through your panties, and it was f*cking beautiful,” he said in a husky, smoky voice that brought back all her memories of the way he’d owned her body before she knew who he was.

“It felt so good,” she said breathily as she opened her eyes. “Just like it does now.”

He pinned his gaze on her, holding her captive as he fingered her clit, rubbing up and down in a blur as she rocked into him, wetness spreading to her already slick folds. “Your * is like paradise to me. I want you to feel like you’re in heaven every time.”

“I do, Ryan. I do.”

“And this time, beautiful—this time you’re going to ride me,” he said softly, slowing the pace on her clit to a lingering, lazy speed, taking her step by step to the next event. Moving a hand to her hip, he lowered her center to his hard cock. She gasped in pleasure as he ran the head through her slickness. “Just giving him a little natural assistance,” he said with a wink, then reached once again for the bottle of lube. “Do you want to put it on me?” he asked, handing her the bottle.

“Yes. I love touching you. Any chance I get to touch you I’ll take.”

“Touch me,” he said, and she shivered from the sexy sound of his voice, the sheer honesty of his lust.

She poured some into her palm, then rubbed it over his shaft, from the head to the base and back. She set the bottle down, wiped her hands, and gazed at him. He rubbed himself across her * before traveling further. To her ass. He pressed the head against her, and she closed her eyes.

She felt precarious. Wobbly. She breathed shakily.

“Put your hands on my chest, Sophie. You need to hold onto something,” he told her, and she lowered herself slightly to anchor her hands on his pecs. “Like you’re riding me. Like you’re f*cking me,” he said, as he pushed in, his finger lightly brushing her clit once again. Somehow, that contact, that delicious touch on the part of her body that was designed only for pleasure was enough to take the edge off. She drew a sharp breath as he breached her then stilled his moves. “Because you are.”

His eyes stayed on her the whole time. His gaze guided her. His reassuring look told her this would not only be okay, but that it would be amazing. “I’ve got you,” he murmured, holding her hips and playing with her clit as she started to slide deeper onto him, the pressure sending sharp jabs through her stomach. This was all so…tense…and bizarre. But even through all the foreign sensations, she felt the potential for ecstasy.

He guided her down, down, down. His voice was smoky as he whispered one last command: “Fuck me, Sophie.”

He closed his eyes and groaned.