attention, but he wouldn’t leave her mouth, wouldn’t stop tasting her lips.
It was the most intimate experience she’d ever had. She hadn’t had many lovers, but the ones she’d had were always eager to get to the main course.
Not Ryan. He kissed her like that was his sole purpose in life, though she could feel the hard swelling of his cock against her pubic bone.
And suddenly she didn’t care about anything but having him inside her. She didn’t need another second of foreplay. She just needed his mouth on hers and his cock deep inside.
Emily shifted her body, opening her legs and wrapping them around him. He groaned as he slid one hand down her side, shaping her, learning her texture, cupping her ass and lifting her against him.
“Please, Ryan,” she begged, tilting her hips, seeking his hard cock. “Please.”
He didn’t refuse her. He shifted, and then she felt the blunt head of his penis as he entered her body. She gasped as he filled her, moaned when they were fully joined skin to skin.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his eyes searching hers.
“Yes. Kiss me again. I need you to kiss me.”
His mouth took hers once more. It felt too good, almost too wonderful to bear. Emily locked her ankles around his waist as he began to move. He was slow at first, controlled. And then he tore his mouth from hers as the tension spiraled higher and he buried his face against her neck, his body pumping into hers faster and harder than before.
Emily caught him close. She flung her head back, surprised at the fresh heat flaring to life in her core. She’d never come like this, never with a man inside her, but as Ryan moved against her, she knew it was going to happen. Joy filled her as she arched into him and thrust her hips up to meet him.
The pressure built and built until it caught her by surprise and flung her out over the edge. She held on for long seconds—and then she let go, falling into pleasure so intense it stole her breath away.
Ryan jerked backward, and then he was spilling onto her belly, his warm semen jetting onto her damp skin as he wrapped his hand around his cock and finished that way.
He got up and grabbed the towel he’d been wearing, cleaning her where he’d spilled himself onto her body. She didn’t know what to say, how to express what he’d given her tonight.
“You didn’t have to do that,” she told him softly. “Pull out, I mean.”
He looked fierce. “Yeah, I did. I should have protected you better than this—”
“I can’t get pregnant.” Tears filled her eyes as she said it. She’d never voiced it to anyone before now, and it hurt to say. Surprisingly, since she’d never been certain if she wanted kids anyway.
Ryan’s eyes filled with sympathy—and maybe even relief. She didn’t like to think of him being relieved they wouldn’t have a baby together, but it was the reality of her life.
“Sweetheart, I’m sorry.”
She sucked in a breath. His sympathy had the power to break her if she let it. “No, it’s okay. You’re relieved, and I get it. We got a little carried away… I should have told you it was okay before.”
He shook his head. “You still deserved better. You don’t know who I’ve been with or what I might have caught.”
She couldn’t help but laugh just a little. “Ryan, you work for a highly specialized military outfit that wants to know if you so much as sneeze. I’m pretty sure you’re okay.”
He finished wiping her clean and threw the towel on the floor. “Yeah, guess that’s true.”
She felt a little shy as his gaze slid over her. She sat up and tugged her knees up, wrapping her arms around them. “Thank you,” she said. “That was amazing.”
She couldn’t read his expression at all. He reached out and skimmed his fingers over her arm.
“Any regrets?”
A million of them, but none that involved him. “No,” she whispered, dropping her gaze.
He tilted her chin up and searched her eyes. “Thank you for trusting
Janwillem van de Wetering