I swallow hard. The lump bobs in my throat and Ryon’s smile gets bigger.
Holy shit.
5
Ryon
The scarlet color in her cheeks is enough to drive me crazy.
I watch as the blush spreads down her neck and disappears past the neckline of her shirt. My eyes drift past the neckline, over her breasts, and I see her nipples are straining against her bra, peaking boldly as she takes in a deep breath.
She’s speechless. . . I fucking love that.
“I know you want me, wife—”
“I’m not your wife yet,” she says sharply with a little smile.
“Well, you’re my fiancée, at least,” I say, inching my face closer to hers, making sure she feels my breath tickle her face. “Don’t you want to sample the goods before you commit?” I trace a finger down her cheek, run it lightly over her lips. She’s not breathing. Holding her breath. I lean closer, so my cheek brushes against hers, my lips hover over the beating pulse point in her neck. “I can see it in your eyes. Tell me you want me too.” She lets out the breath she’d been holding in, and stretches her neck ever so slightly, and I feel her body move closer, a fraction of an inch. She’s yielding, though she may not even know it yet.
Growling, I swiftly wrap my arm around her waist and pull her onto my lap. Curling my hands around her ass, I bring her hips closer to my body, feeling the heat from between her legs on my cock.
“Wife or not, you want me, I can see it in your eyes.” Gil rolls her hips slightly, rubbing against my erection. “Tell me right here and now that you don’t want this, and I’ll stop. Tell me this is just a business deal, nothing more, and I’ll draw that line back where it belongs.” Moving my hands to her thighs, I dig my thumbs into the creases at her waist. “Say nothing, and I’ll fuck you until your legs are numb and you don’t know up from down.”
Gillian looks at me, her breath shallow and fast, her tits rising and falling rapidly.
Say nothing, say nothing. . . The mantra plays over and over in my head as I silently beg her to stay quiet. I love hearing her voice, but right now, her silence says more.
Her lips part, and I hold my breath as I start to lose faith that she wants me just as badly as I want her. But she remains silent, catching her bottom lip between her teeth, worrying at it, and then her tongue peeks out from her mouth, licking her upper lip, and I see the corner of her mouth turning up in a sly smile.
That’s it, that’s all I needed. Those small gestures are the only answer I want. It’s permission.
Capturing her face in my hands, I pull her down to me for a kiss. I kiss her hard. Every fantasy and sexy thought that I’ve been entertaining for days goes into that kiss. All the yearning and temptation is unleashed as my lips press into hers. I kiss her like I’ve been imagining myself kissing her for days now. My tongue sweeps into her mouth, and Gil tilts her head, kissing me back.
She tastes sweet, like honey and mint, and it drives me to kiss her deeper, harder, and with so much passion I can feel her in my bones. Her hands wind on to my head, threading through my hair and tugging at the roots as she rocks her hips back and forth into me.
I know what she wants, and it feels good to know I’m right. To know it wasn’t just in my head, that this woman is turned on by me, that she does want me too. I could feel it, but you never really know until you see it, until it touches you back, and there’s no question left waiting for an answer.
I push her back so her back is against the steering wheel, and I feather kisses against her exposed collarbone. She smells so good and her skin is so soft on my lips. Her hands never leave my hair, and when I kiss her below her ear, her hands tighten, and I feel a little shiver run through her. Her breasts are begging for me to touch them. I rub my finger around her nipple, feeling the lace of her bra underneath her shirt, loving the feeling of her nipple getting harder as I play with it. I wonder what it would feel like in my mouth. What color it is. As I play with her nipple, I feel her hips involuntarily shift a little harder against me.
I’m so hard it hurts. My cock is straining against my jeans, and there’s nothing I want more than to fuck her right here in the front seat of my car. Plunge into her hot pussy and feel her tight around me. I want to be inside her so badly, but not yet. I can’t stop touching, kissing, tasting her. I wrap my arms around her back and tug her closer to me, so we’re chest to chest. I take her hips and move them against me, trying to find the perfect friction between her legs and against my straining erection. I can feel her heat against me, and I pick up on the rhythm she’s establishing, the soft moans she makes when she glides her hips forward, her clit rubbing up against me. Again and again I hear her make that little noise, and when I catch a look at her face, I see her eyes are shut and her lips are parted, a look of sexy concentration on her face. Fuck, she’s getting off on this. I can make her come if we keep this up.
Gripping her hips, I press her down, moving her in tune with her own motion. She glides forward, and I help her with a firm tug. She rocks backwards, and I give her assistance with another hard push.
Gillian starts to moan louder as her body rocks faster. Her forehead is pressed against mine and I can feel the intensity of her kiss rise as her hips move faster, trying to hold on to that feeling, chasing an orgasm that’s just within reach.
Our lips never break as I give her what her body is begging for. With no hands, no fingers, no cock, I rub her pussy against my erection, the denim creating just the right friction for her. I slide my hand up under her shirt and feel her smooth skin warm on her back. Goosebumps explode down her arms and then I feel her thighs clenching around my hips, and she groans into my mouth.
A shiver runs down her body, and I feel it in my fingertips as she smiles against my lips.
“Fuck, I haven’t done that in a long time,” she laughs, looking a little bashful.
“Oh baby, we’re not done. Not by a longshot.”
Gillian grins, lowering her hands to my fly. She rubs her flattened palm up and down my shaft, firmly, and I can’t help but jut my hips up, looking for more contact. A harder touch. She smirks at me in the sexiest way and then drags her fingernails up and down the bulge in my jeans. I’m so hard you can see the outline of my dick through my pants, and she runs a single finger around the crown, making me hiss, it feels so good.
She starts to lower my fly, but I stop her. There’s a moment of confusion in her eyes, when I know she’s wondering why I would stop her.
“Grab a condom from my backpack.”
Relief floods her body and her muscles loosen as she leans over and reaches into my bag. She finds it quickly, and when she hands it to me, her hands are shaking. She lifts herself up a bit and I take down my pants. When I get them past my hips, she greedily reaches for my cock while I tear the condom wrapper with my teeth. There’s an urgency we both feel. I roll the condom down my cock and look up at her. She’s looking down as the thin material sheaths my cock.
As if remembering what we’re about to do, she gets up on her knees and unbuttons her shorts. We’re elbows and knees knocking into each other as she takes off her shorts and panties. It takes some maneuvering, but finally she tosses them into the passenger seat and she’s back on my lap. Her mound is shaved and I can see her pussy lips are glistening. She’s so wet and ready. We just stare at each other. The condom’s on, she’s naked from the waist down. It’s a foregone conclusion what’s happening here, yet neither of us move. Finally, I make a move. I take her chin and pull her face toward me.