He's a fucking sex god.
Fourteen months without and he's still a fucking sex god.
"You have any fucking idea what it does to me, seeing you here all day?" He plants a hard kiss on my lips.
"You have any idea what it does to me?" My hands dig into his hair. I hold his head against mine and kiss him hard.
I suck on his top lip.
He scrapes his teeth against my bottom lip.
Then his tongue is sliding in my mouth. And all my words are floating away.
Words seem so much less important than this.
Everything seems so much less important than this.
It's like every single molecule in my body is a neon sign flashing Ryan Ryan Ryan.
He pulls back with a needy sigh.
His fingers curl into my inner thighs. His eyes bore into mine. "You drive me out of my fucking mind, Leigh. I see you flirting with guys and I start thinking about throwing them out of the fucking shop."
"What else?"
"Fuck. With the way you dress?" He presses his lips to my neck. "I spend half my time trying to get thoughts of stripping you to nothing out of my head."
"For how long?"
"Too long."
"When you're doing a tattoo?"
"Sometimes." He pushes the strap of my sundress off my shoulder. His hand goes to my chest. He cups my breast over my bra.
Then his thumb is dipping beneath the nylon.
Brushing against my nipple.
"Fuck." I wrap my legs around his hips and squeeze as tightly as I can. "What else?"
"Your tits in my hands." He draws circles around my nipple with his thumb. "Or around my cock." He nips at my neck. "Or those dark lips around my cock."
My yes isn't even close to a word.
"But all fucking day there's only been one thing on my mind." He rubs me harder.
I dig my fingers into the counter. Squeeze my thighs against his hips. "What?"
"The taste of your cunt." He presses his lips to my collarbone.
His fingers curl into my bra strap.
I reach around my back to unhook the thing. It's messy, but I manage to get it off my shoulders.
It falls onto the counter behind me.
Ryan wraps his arms around me. He holds me in place as he brings his lips to my nipple.
He sucks softly. Then harder. Harder. Fuck—
"Ryan—" My fingers curl into his hair.
"You need to come on my face now." He kisses a line down my torso.
His lips brush my belly button.
Slowly, he lowers himself onto his knees.
His fingers curl into my thighs.
I tug at my dress. Barely manage to get it over my head and on the floor.
I'm naked on the Inked Hearts counter.
He's completely clothed. Kneeling in front of me. About to dive between my legs.
Fuck.
He stares up at me as he pries my legs apart.
My outer thighs hit the counter.
His lips brush the inside of my knee. "You have no fucking idea what you do to me, Leigh." He drags his lips higher.
Higher.
Almost—
He nips at the skin of my inner thigh.
He does it again and again.
He gets so, so close, then he moves to my other leg, plants a kiss on my inner knee, and works his way up my thigh.
My body buzzes with anticipation.
Conscious thought flees my brain with every brush of his lips.
He gets higher, higher, higher—
His teeth scrape against my tender flesh.
They do it again and again.
There—
His lips brush my clit. It's so soft I can barely feel it, but that only makes it more intense.
Then his fingers are curling into my inner thighs, and he's pinning me to the counter, and he's licking me from top to bottom.
Fuck.
My knees buckle as he does it again.
He pulls back to groan against my inner thigh. Looks up at me a mess of wavy hair and control and need.
There's a promise in his eyes. That he'll satisfy me as long as I trust him with my body.
And I do.
Fuck, how I do.
But can I trust him with my heart?
Does it matter if I can? It's already his. I'm crazy fucking in love with him and there's no coming back from that.
He pins me to the counter as he dives between my legs. He licks me with long, soft strokes. Then long, hard ones. Then short, fast ones. He goes harder, softer, left, right, up, down, there—
I tug at his hair. "Don't stop."
He groans against my sex.
Then he licks me just how I need him, just where I need him.
My back arches. My sweaty hand slips, but I catch myself.
I stay upright, my thighs pressed against his cheeks, my heels digging into his back.
These are heavy shoes. It must hurt. But I don't fucking care. I don't care about anything but his soft, wet tongue against me.
His nails dig into my thighs.
My hand knots in his hair.
"Fuck. Ryan." A groan rolls off my lips. I squeeze my thighs against him.
Every flick of his tongue winds me up.
It takes me higher, higher, higher.
With his next lick, I unwind. All that tension unfurls in a wave of bliss. My sex pulses. Pleasure spreads through my pelvis, down my legs, up my torso, all the way to my fingers and toes.
Every part of me feels good.
Spent.
Alive.
He pulls back to nip at my thigh. "So much better than I imagined."
"Ryan—"
"Come here." He drags his lips up my thigh. My pelvis. My stomach. His hands go to my hips.
I tug his t-shirt over his head.
He unbuckles his belt, unzips his jeans, pushes the damn things off his hips.
And there's Ryan. All of him. And it's mine.
I wrap my hand around his cock. Bring my lips to his.
He tastes like me. There's something intoxicating about it. I need more of him. All of him.
My thumb brushes his tip.
He groans against my mouth.
"Leg's around me." His fingers dig into my hips.
I hold onto his shoulders for balance as I wrap my legs around his waist.
He guides me into position, tilting my pelvis until my sex brushes his cock.
Fuck.
He teases me with his tip.
Again.
Again.
Again.
There—
Once inch at a time, he fills me.
I arch my hips to take him deeper.
My nails dig into his skin.
He brings his hand to my ass to guide my body over his.
I stare into his eyes as he drives into me.
He stares back.
The intimacy is almost too much to take. But it's not. It's Ryan.
He holds me in place as he shifts his hips. He pulls back, until I've only got his tip, then he thrusts into me full force.
His eyelids press together.
His nails dig into my skin.
He fills me with long, slow thrusts.
I arch my back to meet him. I claw at his skin. Nip at his shoulder. His neck. His ear.
He groans as my lips close around his earlobe.
His head turns to the other side. His nails sink into my skin.
I suck on his lobe until his groans fill the room.
He wraps an arm around my waist. Guides my body over his as he fill me with hard thrusts.
Pleasure pools in my sex.
My body buzzes. I need to come, yeah, but I need his bliss more. I need his everything.