Ryder eased her down with his strong hands on her waist, kissing her stomach, her belly button, the line between her ribs. Each breast got a hard suck before he allowed her to finally settle on his lap. And then he was kissing her lips, and she could taste herself. With anyone else, that would’ve been strange, but with Ryder, it was just natural. And he didn’t seem to care at all. In fact, he kept smiling against her lips, and once, he chuckled.
She pressed herself against his erection and glared. “You aren’t supposed to laugh during sex.”
“False. If you aren’t having fun, you’re doing somethin’ wrong.”
She giggled and rested her forehead against his shoulder and rolled her head back and forth slowly. “As long as you aren’t laughing at me.”
Ryder leaned forward, bit her neck, and then tickled her ribs until she was squirming and laughing. “Stop, stop, stop,” she crowed. “You’re turning me off.”
“First off, I can hear lies, and second”—he dragged his fingertips up her wet folds, his lips smiling against hers—“you sure as fuck don’t feel turned off.”
She let off a low, gleeful laugh and nipped his bottom lip. Cheeky man, but maybe he had a point. She’d never had this much fun with a man during intimacy. It had always been wham, bam, thank ya ma’am, but Ryder had just made sure she came before he even took his own pleasure. And he was making laughter a natural part of sex with him. Fuck yes to all of this.
Feeling bold, Lexi kissed down his chest, bit his nipples gently, then went lower and lower. With a grin, she bit his hip, and then his other, and reveled in the fact that every time her teeth grazed his skin, he rolled his hips and relaxed his legs a little more. And when she gripped him at the base of his dick and looked up to tease him, she was stunned at how striking her man was. Gold eyes locked on her like she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, the corners of his lips lifted in an adoring smile, his freckles stark against his fair skin, his muscles on his shoulders, pecs, and abs flexed to perfection. How had she gotten lucky enough to land in this moment with him?
Humor leaving her, she focused on making him feel good, just like he’d done for her. She slid her lips over the head of his cock and sighed happily as he gripped her hair and groaned. He was noisy when she did something he liked, and there was something infinitely sexy about that. Ryder bent one of his knees beside her, widened his legs, and rocked his hips the next time she took him. He was big, so she had to use her hand to help, but he didn’t seem to mind. And the smoother she got with her rhythm, the more he relaxed. Eventually he started panting, his abs flexing with every breath. He rolled his head back and his grip tightened in her hair, as if he was getting close, but he was still gentle with her.
He blew out three sharp breaths and murmured in a panicked tone, “Stop, stop.”
For an instant, she thought she was doing something wrong, but when she eased off him to ask, he flipped her over on her back so fast, her stomach dipped. Stunned at the strength and speed he’d been hiding, her body froze in defensiveness, but Ryder didn’t seem to notice. He lowered his body to hers and kissed her lips. He was so heavy, so solid, so warm. So perfect molded to her as though he was made to fit into the cradle of her hips.
He curved his body, and she could feel it—the flex of his abs against her soft stomach, the racing of his heart, the swollen head of his cock pressing against her entrance. And all the defensiveness melted from her body. She’d never wanted anything more than this moment of connection with Ryder.
She rolled her hips invitingly in a silent plea. Ryder angled his head and thrust his tongue into her mouth, then slid into her slowly. Then out, and the next time he rolled forward, he buried himself deeper.
She was stretching with him, moving with him, sheathing him, and damn, it felt so good to be this close. The second he went deep enough that he bumped her clit, the pressure he’d conjured earlier was back and more intense. He moved in and out of her with a slick sound, and she arched her back against the blanket, desperate to be even closer to his warmth. The strange hot sensation in her chest was back, and Ryder grunted against her neck where he was sucking on her skin. It grew hotter with every stroke Ryder pushed into her, but it wasn’t painful. Just there. Ryder bucked faster now, harder. Spreading his knees wider, he pushed her legs farther apart and pounded into her, gripping the back of her hair, holding her back to keep her pressed tightly against him. He rested his forehead on hers. His teeth were gritted, his eyes gold, and he was as lost as she was now. She fucking loved him like this. Ryder’s skin slapped against hers as he thrust into her, and now she couldn’t help herself.
“Yes, harder!” she cried, closing her eyes because suddenly, the sunlight was too damn bright. There was so much heat in her chest.
She clawed at his back and shoulders, didn’t care if she broke his skin. If he was going to leave hickeys, she was going to leave him all clawed up.
“Fuck, Lexi!” he gritted out, holding her even tighter.
So fast and hard, and the pressure and heat were all too much. Lexi shattered from the inside out, screaming out his name as her orgasm blasted through her. On the second pulse, the heat turned to fire as Ryder slammed into her hard and throbbed inside of her. He groaned with every erratic thrust into her now as shot after shot of wet warmth pulsated into her. Ryder gasped and clutched at his chest as if he felt the hot poker she did. Clenching his teeth and squeezing his eyes tightly closed, he murmured her name again in a raspy voice. His rhythm changed and slowed as their orgasms pounded on.