Oh, thank God.
I don’t have to say it. Our communication goes so much deeper. Souls can speak with more than words, and mine is crying out for him. It’s almost like I can hear his, too, calling to me, begging me to come home. Come find him. Come set his world back on its proper axis.
“Show me,” he pleads again, kicking off his shoes.
I lift my shaking hands to the opening of my long, white sweater and peel it off my shoulders, dropping it to the floor. He takes me in, standing in the middle of the kitchen in my simple wrap dress. It’s black with little red and white flowers dotting the fabric. Slowly, I lift my hands and undo the tie at my waist, tugging the front open until I can drop the dress to the floor.
Now I’m standing in the kitchen in my plain white bra and blue cotton panties. But Ryan is looking at me like I’m wearing the finest La Perla. He steps in, shirtless, and grabs me by the face, pressing his lips to mine, savoring my kiss. It’s fast and hard and then he’s pulling back, his fingers digging into the skin of my back, unhooking the clasps of my bra. Gently, he drags the straps from my shoulders, tossing the useless bra to the floor.
“Show me the way you ache for me,” he commands. “Show me the way your body craves mine like a drug.”
I nod once, reaching out for him.
But he leans away. “Your panties, Tess. I told you to take them off.” He shucks his athletic pants to the floor, stepping out of them, his hand palming the bulge in his grey boxer briefs. “Then put your hands on the counter and bend over.”
Usually, our lovemaking is like a dance. He’s fun and playful, letting me tease him and domme him and devastate him with my toys. His energy tonight is different. He needs something different. My insensitivity at Rip’s has him spinning. He’s craving control. And he wants me to cede my own. I have a choice here. Am I willing to let go?
Holding his gaze, I hook my fingers into the top hem of my panties and shimmy my hips, dropping them to my feet. Stepping out of them, I give him a slow turn before I bend over, ass just in reach of his hands. Picking up the panties with one finger, I drop them down to the countertop. Then, without looking back at him, I place both hands on the counter’s edge and bend at the waist, submitting to his will.
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My heart races out of control as Ryan steps in behind me, his hands smoothing over my hips, up the curves of my back to my shoulders. I fight a shiver as he presses in, the hard length of his erection still trapped inside his boxer briefs as he leans over me.
“I’m only going to say this once,” he says, his fingers brushing up the column of my throat. “Look at me.”
I gasp as his right hand reaches around to cup my chin and he jerks my face back, twisting my neck. My gaze trails down the length of his arm to his face. It blazes with passion and pain. I hurt him tonight with my dismissal, my feigned disinterest. I see it etched on every line of his handsome face.
“You will never push me at another woman again,” he declares. “Say it.”
Tears sting my eyes as my heart squeezes tight. “I’ll never push you at another woman again.”
“I decide who I bring into my bed.”
I nod once and he lets me go, his hands smoothing back over my neck and shoulders, down my arms, memorizing my body.
“I decide who I kiss,” he adds, bending over to brush his lips against my shoulder, his breath warm on my skin.
I hold back a whimper, loving the feel of him so close, his undivided attention unraveling me.
“I decide who I worship,” he goes on, his hands reaching around to cup my breasts, his fingers finding my nipples and giving them each a twist.
I hiss, arching my back as I press my hips against him. My eyes are shut tight as I just feel him all around me.
“I decide who I fuck,” he says, his right hand drifting down until he’s cupping my pussy, his fingers spreading me open as he drags two through my wetness, circling my clit.
Heat burns through me, spreading across my hips, burrowing straight to my core. I’m on fire for this man, ready to melt. I need more than this soft teasing, but if I ask for it, I’m afraid he’ll stop. He’s in charge right now.
We both groan as he sinks those fingers inside me, lifting me up on my toes as I arch into his touch. “I decide who I covet, Tess,” he declares, kissing my back as he teases my pussy, his free hand snaking around to gently cup my neck.
I tip my chin up, giving him more of me to hold. I love his hand at my throat. I love knowing that it’s him. I love knowing he’ll never hurt me. “Ryan, please,” I beg, unable to keep the words mere thoughts.