I step between the chair and the coffee table, moving over to the couch. I sink down on it, and he immediately follows, turning to me at once, his hands going to my skirt as he bunches up the tulle again.
“Lie back,” he says against my lips, still teasing me with kisses. “Spread these legs for me. You want me to go fast or slow?”
I shift, tipping backwards towards the end of the couch as he helps me bend my leg up and around. He guides me by the ankle, tucking my leg in against the couch so he’s sitting between my spread thighs. My other leg drops off the side of the couch, foot flat on the floor.
His hands smooth over my bare knees as he smiles down at me. “Lift this skirt for me. Show me where you want me.”
I’m loving his quiet, bossy tone. So methodical, so patient. It’s turning me all the way on. I grab for the tulle around my hips, scrunching it up, loving the silky flow of it pooling around me as I expose my thighs to him.
His hands rise with each inch of exposed skin, fingers splayed against me until he reaches my hips. “Beautiful,” he says, dropping his gaze down my body from my flushed face to my pussy.
I hold the tulle back with one hand as I drop the other between my legs, dipping my fingers into my entrance. I sigh, sinking back against the pillow as Ryan watches me touch myself with hunger in his eyes.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says.
Desire pools in my core as I arch my hips, spreading myself wide for him. I’m basking in his focused attention. He’s not missing a thing.
“You like it slow like that?” he says, watching me tease my clit.
“Sometimes,” I reply, dipping two fingers back inside. “And sometimes I like it hard and fast. I like getting fucked, Ryan. I like friction and the feel of a man’s body on top of me, weighing me down, owning me.” I watch his expression and know he wants me to keep talking. He’s my processor, my planner. He’s logging this all away.
I smile, reaching for his hand. “Fuck my cunt while I tease my clit.”
He obliges, his left hand holding firm to my hip as he sinks two fingers inside me, curling his hand around to rub his fingers along my inner wall. The combination of both our hands on me has me sinking into bliss. Yes, this. More of this. Then his tongue. Then euphoria.
“What else?” he asks.
“I like doggy style,” I reply. “And anal—oooh, and doggy style with anal. Fuck, that’s amazing. Especially if the toy in my ass buzzes.”
He blinks down at me. “You like toys in your ass?”
I smile, dipping my fingers lower to brush against his. “Mhmm. I love toys. Didn’t you see my collection the other night?”
“You know I did,” he replies, his gaze locked on my pussy.
“Mhmm. You don’t miss a thing.” Arching my back a bit, I slip two fingers in with Ryan’s, loving the feeling of fullness.
“Fuck,” he says, holding his fingers still inside me.
“Toys are amazing,” I go on, sinking deeper into my building orgasm. “They treat you to sensations that are entirely new. But I don’t need to tell you that, right?” I gaze down my body at him, willing him to look at me. “You said you like toys too.”
It only takes a beat of silence before he curses and pulls away, his fingers slipping free of my cunt. “Fuck,” he mutters, sitting back. “I lied, okay?”
I control my features. “You lied? About what?”
“I’ve never used toys before. It’s never—I—it’s just never come up,” he admits, a faint blush staining his cheeks.
“I know,” I reply.
He glances sharply over at me. “What? How can you know?”
“Because I’m good at reading people,” I reply. “I read the lie on you the moment you said it. But would you like to try toys sometime? Do you want to know the life-changing magic of fucking a girl doggy style while she has a vibrating dildo in her ass?”
“Jesus,” he says on a laugh, tearing his gaze away with a shake of his head. “You are too much for me.”
“Oh, don’t say that now, puppy. We were just getting started.”
His gaze darts back to me. “Are you ever gonna cool it with the ‘puppy’ crap?”
I smirk, my hand going back to my clit. “Do you want me to stop calling you that?”
He considers for a second before he’s smirking too. “No. But just between us, okay?”
“Okay. Can this stay just between us too?”