Reconciliation (II)

VIOLET

He pushed my underwear to the side and I gasped when he pushed two fingers inside me. A delicious ache spread through me at the slow, torturous stretch. The sensation struck me like lightning—sharp, all-consuming, and utterly paralyzing

“I…” My sentence evaporated when he palmed my breast and squeezed. He rubbed a thumb over my nipple while his fingers delved deeper.

My head fell back even as lust and caution warred for dominance. 

My head fell back against his shoulder, my thoughts a chaotic jumble as need and hesitation warred for control. Every inch of me thrummed with desire, the kind that hollowed me out and left me desperate to be filled—by him, and only him.

It went beyond the physical. Like I would die if I didn’t have him inside me soon.

“Please.” The plea fractured further when his thumb found my clit. Slow, deliberate circles. Firm but teasing. It was maddening. Exquisite. Torture in its purest form.

I shifted, attempting to twist around and face him, but his arm tightened around my waist, trapping me in place. His.

“I didn’t say you could turn around,” he murmured, his lips brushing against the sensitive curve of my neck. 

My breath stalled. “Do people always do what you say?”

His mouth curved against my shoulder in a faint smile, a gesture as maddening as it was intoxicating.
“Yes.”

God, the arrogance. It should’ve annoyed me, but instead, it set something inside me ablaze. That simple, self-assured answer was hotter than it had any right to be.

I pushed against his arm, testing the strength of his hold. To my surprise, he let me go, though I knew full well it was because he wanted to, not because I had overpowered him.

With a swift twist of my body, I straddled his lap, my bare breasts brushing against the rough fabric of his shirt. The sharp intake of his breath sent a wave of excitement through me, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

“Ryan…” I mouthed, the words trembling between us. “Fuck me.”

A heartbeat passed.
He didn’t move.
The tension in his jaw and neck deepened, but he remained still, his eyes darkening as I reached up, pulling at his shirt.

Without warning, he stood so suddenly I nearly lost my balance, the shock of his movement sending a gasp tumbling from my lips. He swallowed the sound with a kiss that was punishing in its intensity, and everything around us dissolved into nothingness—just hands, lips, teeth.

My arms instinctively wound around his neck as he lifted me, his hands pressing into the small of my back as he secured me against him. My legs wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him closer as he kissed his way down to my chest. His mouth scorched my skin, each touch a searing mark of possession. A shudder ran through me when he took my nipple in his mouth, licking, tugging, teasing me until  I was on the verge of breaking.

His hands gripped my hips with bruising strength, the raw pressure grounding me as I sank my teeth into the curve of his neck and shoulder. The desperate, frantic need between us only deepened, and we moved together in a blur of heat and sweat, every touch a promise, every kiss a wild claim.

I never wanted it to end.

He removed one of his hands from my hip. I dimly heard the metal rasp of a zipper, followed by the crinkle of foil.

The hot, hard head of his cock nudged against my pussy. I shifted my hips with a pleading whine, but he didn’t move, dammit.

“Look at me,” Ryan said roughly.
I tipped my chin down and blinked the haze from my eyes.

Desire melded our gazes together as he pushed inside me, inch by torturous inch. It felt unbearably intimate, but I didn’t look away until he bottomed out and my eyes instinctively shut with a gasp.

Pain prickled at me, followed by a white-hot burst of pleasure.  The unrelenting stretch drove the oxygen from my lungs, and my body involuntarily bucked and twisted as I struggled to accommodate him.

“Please.” 

I wasn’t sure whether I was begging him to stop or make me come. Both. Neither. It didn’t matter. All I knew was I craved something only he could give, and I desperately hoped he could figure it out on his own because I couldn’t so much as remember my name

Ryan gripped my thighs to hold me in place while he withdrew. Slowly, until just the tip of his cock was inside me. Then he thrust back in. Deeper. Faster. Harder.

Any remaining coherence shattered as he fucked me  with so much force it rattled my bones. Everything blurred. My nails dug into his shoulders as squeals and whimpers poured out of me.

My entire body was on sensory overload. No matter how much I took, it wasn’t enough. More. I need more.

Ryan’s teeth grazed against my neck and White-hot sensation ripped through me. Tears leaked from my eyes, and I bucked like an unbroken filly, wild and out of control. Heart pounding, fingers clawing, mouth falling open in a reckless cry that abruptly cut off when he slammed his hand over my mouth. The muffled remnants of my scream leaked around his palm.

“Shh”

My orgasm tore through me, unfolding in wave after wave of mindless, toe-curling pleasure. The world blanked in one suspended, breathless moment before I crashed back into reality.

The smooth, deep thrusts grew erratic. His breath hissed between his teeth, and I clung to him, too dazed to do anything more than hold on when he finally came with a loud groan.

“Oh my God.” The words barely escaped my lips, my voice a whisper, weak and trembling.

I tried to say more, but my vocal cords betrayed me. I was utterly spent, my body heavy with exhaustion and a deep, lingering satisfaction.

For a long moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of our breathing, gradually evening out as our heartbeats slowed.

“Well,” I finally managed, my voice shaky but teasing, “if that’s your idea of inspiration, I might just finish the entire manuscript by morning.”

Ryan chuckled, the sound low and rich, like a melody that resonated in my chest. He pressed his forehead against mine, his breath mingling with mine as his lips curled into a smirk. “Then I’ll make sure you never run out of inspiration, Mouse.”

His hands cupped my face with a tenderness that made my chest ache. He pulled back slightly, just enough to look into my eyes, his gaze piercing and raw with emotion.

“I’ll be here every night,” he murmured, his voice thick with conviction. “I’ll keep you warm. I’ll kiss you until I can’t keep my eyes open anymore.”

The sincerity in his voice, the unguarded honesty in his eyes—it sent my mind spinning, my heart swelling until it felt too full to contain.

“I love you,” I whispered. “I love you so much, Ryan. I really do.”

A sharp breath escaped him, and his expression softened in a way that made him look almost boyish.

“I think,” he said hoarsely, his lips tugging into a crooked smile, “my heart is going to explode.”

I wanted to freeze this moment, to bottle it up and keep it forever. To find a way to capture the weight of his words, the warmth of his touch, the way my heart soared every time he looked at me like I was his entire world.

Because this.
This was everything.