Love Unrehearsed
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I used my foot to push his jeans the rest of the way down to this ankles. “What are you waiting for? Take what’s yours.”
“Plan on it. Just making sure you’re ready for me.” He fell back on the cushions, deftly pulling my legs over his thighs so I was straddling him.
He gasped then groaned when he was fully seated inside. Sinking down on him was shear bliss, like coming home. Cheek to cheek, his hands held my hips, rocking me back and forth as my knees gave us lift.
I sucked the curve of his top lip, lost in his kiss and skillful tongue.
His kiss drifted to my chin, my neck. I cradled his head in my hands when he took my breast into his mouth. I relished his hard tug, melting my entire existence into sensory overload.
In an instant, I was dipped backward, hissing when my skin came in contact with the cold wood of the coffee table.
He withdrew and replaced my sudden emptiness with his mouth and fingers. My back arched, moaning from his touch.
He bit his teeth into my thigh, driving his fingers into me with no mercy in sight.
The moment his tongue returned, I flew apart.
“That’s one.” I felt his smug smile turn in-to tender kisses on my skin. He pulled me flush to his chest, sucking my neck below my ear. “Five more to go.”
Oh shit. I should have never challenged him.
“Stand up,” he ordered. Ryan pressed his chest to my back, wrapped an arm across my chest, and, with a quick leg lift, pushed back inside me. His other hand snaked down to where we were joined. Holy hell. Standing jackhammered sex. He was on fire, taking me with him into the flame.
He bent me over the couch. Wet fingers started rubbing and pinching over my sensitive skin.
A few more moments of this and I’ll be over the edge again. “Don’t stop,” I ordered breathlessly.
“I’m close,” he growled. “Come with me.” Knowing I had this man wound so tight he was exploding was my undoing. This one hit harder than the first. On a curse and a gasp, I cried out from the surge of pleasure. He was
slamming me so deep, prolonging my mind-blowing orgasm, dangling me on the precip-ice of pleasurable pain.
His hands dug into my flesh as he found his release, groaning with each pulse.
We ended up collapsed on the couch. Both of us panting and spent. His hand was so soothing, running from the back of my head and down my spine as I lay on top of him.
“This is a comfy couch,” he snickered while tempering his breathing.
I grunted. So was his chest. “I’m ready for a nap.”
“Oh, no. No sleeping. We’re just taking a rest. We still have to test the shower and the bed and that dining table over there. And you still have four more orgasms to achieve.” I grinned so wide it hurt.
Ryan’s cell rang again. It was still light out but I didn’t care. I was mostly under the covers, naked and entwined around the love of my life, balancing on the edge of bliss and unconsciousness. My entire body felt as if my bones had disappeared somewhere between the fourth and fifth orgasm. He managed to take me to six.
He kissed my forehead. “Are we taking any calls yet?”
I managed a nod. “I’m done.”
“For now,” he added, kissing my hand that was still laced in his.
I wondered if he could feel my eyes roll on his chest.
He fished his cell out of his pants pocket.
“That was my mother again. I’ll call her later.
I can’t do mom convos after four hours of sex.”
I quickly became acutely aware of how many muscles were needed to muster a tiny laugh.
As he was toggling through his texts, his phone chimed again. “Boy, we’re popular.” I had turned my phone off earlier; I was surprised he answered his.
“Hi, Marie. No, it’s okay. Wait. Slow down. I can’t understand you.” He sat up suddenly. “Yeah, she’s right here. Hang on.” The second I heard her voice, the way she said my name, I knew something terrible had happened. “What’s wrong?”
Marie sniffed. “Hey, listen. I don’t mean to bother you but would you mind if I borrowed your car?”
Odd. “Yeah, sure. Take it if you need it.
You know where the keys are. Did your car break down?”
I heard her faint, humorless chuckle. “No.
I, uh, no longer have one.”
Ryan was staring at me.
“Gary came here today. He took my car back, Tar.”
I stared back at Ryan. “What do you mean Gary took your car back? Like repossessed it?”
Marie blew her nose and tried to talk through angry tears. “Yep. He said since it’s in his name, it’s his. Whatever. It was a piece of junk anyway.”
“Plan on it. Just making sure you’re ready for me.” He fell back on the cushions, deftly pulling my legs over his thighs so I was straddling him.
He gasped then groaned when he was fully seated inside. Sinking down on him was shear bliss, like coming home. Cheek to cheek, his hands held my hips, rocking me back and forth as my knees gave us lift.
I sucked the curve of his top lip, lost in his kiss and skillful tongue.
His kiss drifted to my chin, my neck. I cradled his head in my hands when he took my breast into his mouth. I relished his hard tug, melting my entire existence into sensory overload.
In an instant, I was dipped backward, hissing when my skin came in contact with the cold wood of the coffee table.
He withdrew and replaced my sudden emptiness with his mouth and fingers. My back arched, moaning from his touch.
He bit his teeth into my thigh, driving his fingers into me with no mercy in sight.
The moment his tongue returned, I flew apart.
“That’s one.” I felt his smug smile turn in-to tender kisses on my skin. He pulled me flush to his chest, sucking my neck below my ear. “Five more to go.”
Oh shit. I should have never challenged him.
“Stand up,” he ordered. Ryan pressed his chest to my back, wrapped an arm across my chest, and, with a quick leg lift, pushed back inside me. His other hand snaked down to where we were joined. Holy hell. Standing jackhammered sex. He was on fire, taking me with him into the flame.
He bent me over the couch. Wet fingers started rubbing and pinching over my sensitive skin.
A few more moments of this and I’ll be over the edge again. “Don’t stop,” I ordered breathlessly.
“I’m close,” he growled. “Come with me.” Knowing I had this man wound so tight he was exploding was my undoing. This one hit harder than the first. On a curse and a gasp, I cried out from the surge of pleasure. He was
slamming me so deep, prolonging my mind-blowing orgasm, dangling me on the precip-ice of pleasurable pain.
His hands dug into my flesh as he found his release, groaning with each pulse.
We ended up collapsed on the couch. Both of us panting and spent. His hand was so soothing, running from the back of my head and down my spine as I lay on top of him.
“This is a comfy couch,” he snickered while tempering his breathing.
I grunted. So was his chest. “I’m ready for a nap.”
“Oh, no. No sleeping. We’re just taking a rest. We still have to test the shower and the bed and that dining table over there. And you still have four more orgasms to achieve.” I grinned so wide it hurt.
Ryan’s cell rang again. It was still light out but I didn’t care. I was mostly under the covers, naked and entwined around the love of my life, balancing on the edge of bliss and unconsciousness. My entire body felt as if my bones had disappeared somewhere between the fourth and fifth orgasm. He managed to take me to six.
He kissed my forehead. “Are we taking any calls yet?”
I managed a nod. “I’m done.”
“For now,” he added, kissing my hand that was still laced in his.
I wondered if he could feel my eyes roll on his chest.
He fished his cell out of his pants pocket.
“That was my mother again. I’ll call her later.
I can’t do mom convos after four hours of sex.”
I quickly became acutely aware of how many muscles were needed to muster a tiny laugh.
As he was toggling through his texts, his phone chimed again. “Boy, we’re popular.” I had turned my phone off earlier; I was surprised he answered his.
“Hi, Marie. No, it’s okay. Wait. Slow down. I can’t understand you.” He sat up suddenly. “Yeah, she’s right here. Hang on.” The second I heard her voice, the way she said my name, I knew something terrible had happened. “What’s wrong?”
Marie sniffed. “Hey, listen. I don’t mean to bother you but would you mind if I borrowed your car?”
Odd. “Yeah, sure. Take it if you need it.
You know where the keys are. Did your car break down?”
I heard her faint, humorless chuckle. “No.
I, uh, no longer have one.”
Ryan was staring at me.
“Gary came here today. He took my car back, Tar.”
I stared back at Ryan. “What do you mean Gary took your car back? Like repossessed it?”
Marie blew her nose and tried to talk through angry tears. “Yep. He said since it’s in his name, it’s his. Whatever. It was a piece of junk anyway.”
