Sweet Seduction Shield (30 page)

I raised my
eyebrows, my hand skimming back up the length of his thigh and over
his hip, goosebumps following in its wake.

"Did you want
me to do something?" I asked, enjoying the moment, aware that as
soon as I tasted him all sanity would be lost.

I think he
knew it too. I think that's why we'd both drawn this out. The
tension was exquisite, but it stole all air in the room. When we
touched, electricity arced between us. It always had. But right
now, even just hovering a mere inch above his body, that connection
was lit up, a hundred thousand volts pulsing in the small space
between us. Sizzling, crackling. Begging to erupt.

"I rather like
the look of my cock between your tits," he rumbled, a sexy sound
which coupled with his dirty words had me achingly wet. "But right
now I want your mouth more."

My breathing
hitched, my pulse thundered, and my muscles contracted around a
fluttering in my centre. I let a slow breath of air out and licked
my lips.

Ryan
groaned.

I dipped my
face, my hand coming up to wrap around his shaft, as my tongue
stroked across the head of his erection, giving me my very first
taste of this man.

And in the
next second I was on my back, my head at the other end of the bed,
as his body draped over mine.

"Change of
plans," he rasped, lifting one of my legs high and wide with a hot
palm behind my thigh, and sinking himself home.

"Oh, fuck!" I
exclaimed.

And all sanity
fled.

"Oh, fuck,"
Ryan repeated, a copy of my own erotic expletive. "Yes," he hissed,
and that one word held such power, such enormous emotion.

Yes. Finally.
This was what we'd craved, what that spellbinding electricity
meant.

"Oh, Marie,"
he groaned against my neck as his hips began to rock, a magical
rhythm, an undulating wave of pure bliss.

He filled me,
every inch of me. I wasn't sure if I had taken all of him, but with
each determined roll of his pelvis, I felt a little more complete.
His lips trailed over my neck, then stilled in a spot he decided he
liked. A lick of his tongue, a bite of his teeth, and then he began
to suck. Softly at first, matching the gentle rock of his hips, the
measured thrust of his shaft.

Then with each
further beat of our hearts he increased the pressure. At my neck.
Where we connected. The roll became a thrust, which turned into
drives, and segued into pounding. My breath expelled on each
forceful push forward, and sucked back in when he withdrew. We'd
both started panting, my fingernails digging into the flesh on his
back, his hands moulded to my body; one firmly wrapped around a
breast, the other around my waist above my hip, pulling me hard
onto his erection with each thrust forward.

I felt
consumed by him. Owned by him. He controlled every single movement.
He commanded the moment. Gone was the tentative man of before. He'd
thrown himself into me.
Lost
himself in me.
All other thoughts gone. Only here and now. Only this.
Us.

Sweat began to
build between our bodies, his stomach smoothly gliding over mine
with the ever increasing moisture on our skins. His finger and
thumb squeezed my nipple, matching the firm suckle on my neck,
making me arch my back and moan loudly, rub myself against him,
begging for more.

He gave it to
me. Releasing my neck and moving his lips to my neglected nipple,
his hand still working the other breast, his hips not slowing or
altering their pace. With each thrust forward he let a little grunt
out, so soft, almost just an exhalation, but with that sexy sound
from the back of this throat it sounded so fucking hot. As though
he couldn't help it. As though he couldn't get enough, wanted to
fuck me right through the mattress and onto the floor.

Ryan Pierce
was one smoking hot man.

His pace
quickened, but his movements changed from a hard possessive thrust,
to a deep grind, a circular roll of his hips, pressing exactly in
the right spot. I gasped and then let out a plaintive sound. I was
so close. My eyelids fluttered open and there he was, watching me.
Dark brown intense eyes searching my face, learning my reaction,
discovering what made me stop breathing. What made me pant for
more. What would tip me over the edge.

He looked
fascinated. Completely captivated. Spellbound. The moment
stretched, I couldn't tear my eyes away. I held his gaze, as he
held mine, while he fucked me with perfection, so in command, so in
the moment, both of us lost in the other. But firmly rooted to the
spot.

"Beautiful,"
he murmured. A bump, a grind, a roll of those sexy hips. My breath
hitched, he made a growling sound with the next soft grunt, and
then I was flying.

The orgasm
stealing all cognitive thoughts, my body acting on autopilot, or
maybe, just being piloted by Ryan and no longer by me. It seemed to
go on for ever, one wave and then another, and then abruptly
another, taking me higher and higher, over and over again.

I have never come so hard or for so long before. I have never
come so close to heaven and then floated languidly back down. I
have never met a man like Ryan. Who makes love with his body and
his mind. Who gets utterly and completely lost in the moment, and
yet makes you feel like
nothing
else
ever existed outside of here and right now.

My eyes
opened, the lids far too heavy to lift too far. Ryan looked
mesmerized, his lips slightly parted, his breath all but forgotten.
His movements were purely instinctive, no longer consciously
controlled.

"Fuck," he
breathed above me, and I offered a small smile. "Oh, fuck, Tiger,"
he exclaimed softly. "I wanna watch you do that again."

"Nah-ah," I
mumbled with a shake of my head. "Your turn."

"No bloody
way," he declared, lifting himself up and off my body with both
arms braced at the sides of my head, creating space when I most
certainly didn't want any, and letting cold air tighten my already
budded nipples. He didn't pull out, just sat back on his heels,
lifting my hips up off the bed with his hands, keeping up a slow
rhythm of back and forward, thrust and grind where we met.

The change in angle felt good.
Really good.
I writhed a little on the bed. And then one of his
hands slipped between us and his thumb circled my clit. I jerked
off the bed and felt a responding jerk along the length of his
erection.

"You like
that?" he purred, looking down the length of my body, his eyes
devouring all of me, from the moisture thickening where his thumb
rubbed, where it coated his shaft. To my flat stomach and exposed
ribcage, my hands having fallen above my head, stretching my body
out. His eyes landed on my breasts and stayed there for a good long
while, and then he lifted sex-crazed brown eyes to my face and he
murmured, "Grab the edge of the bed, above your head."

I did as he
asked immediately, feeling my upper body stretch even further, no
doubt lengthening the lines of my frame, making an erotic vision
before him. His eyes widened, his jaw flexed and then his movements
increased. The thrust of his cock, the rock of his hips, the swirl
of his thumb over my little nub.

"Ryan," I
begged, for what I don't know.

"Yeah, babe?"
he rasped, his breaths as uneven as mine.

"Finish this,"
I demanded, receiving a deep rumbling chuckle in return.

"Having too
much fun."

"Please?"

"Ah, fuck,
Marie. Say it again."

"Please!"

"Jesus," he
exclaimed, lifting my hips up higher as he came to his knees,
removing his thumb from my clit and leaving me hanging.

I groaned, but
then all breath left me as he started to really let go.

"Hold yourself
steady," he panted above me. His glistening torso towering over
mine, my head firmly pressed into the bed as my body rose at an
angle up to where he impaled me over and over again.

It was so
fucking sexy. So erotic to watch his face, the way he looked down
at my body laid out before him. The way he gripped my hips,
pounding into me, his little exhaled grunts of air when we
connected, the explosion of lust that ignited on every stroke of
his hard length through my core.

"Put your
ankles up on my shoulders," he commanded, obviously not nearly done
with me yet.

I let a
decidedly aroused yet frustrated groan out, but did what he
demanded, wrapping my ankles around his neck, making his head tip
forward slightly and freeing his hands up to cup my butt.

And then he
leaned forward, stretching me in all the right places, making it
easier to go deeper, rocking his hips, his eyes locked on my face
to see how far he could push me. Clearly he liked what he saw,
because with a delicious sounding growl he leaned further over my
body, until his hands came out and landed beside my head on the
bed, holding himself aloft.

He was
dripping in sweat now, and rather than be a turn off, it was the
most deliciously exciting thing I had ever seen. I reached up with
one hand and ran my fingers down his arm, smoothing the moisture
lovingly beneath my touch. He groaned out above me, picked up the
speed of his thrusts, and eyes still holding mine, slowly brought
his hand up off the bed to slip between us.

"When I touch
you," he said between pants, "will you whimper? Or will you
explode?"

Definitely explode, I was thinking, but there was no way I had
enough air to say that aloud. I didn't need to, he could see it
written all over my face. Not only had I lowered my shield for this
man, but I seemed unable to hide any emotion from him either. I was
open like I had never been open for another before.

"Marie," he
said, holding my gaze. "I'm lost in you."

I know, I
wanted to say, but his thumb had found my clit and with one soft
stroke I detonated. My body coming apart as I frantically tried to
hold the scream of my release inside. I'm not sure I succeeded, I
was barely in control of what my body was doing. Simply riding the
exquisite bliss Ryan had created, feeling every single pulse of
electricity as it surged through me, sparking and exploding with
brightly coloured lights behind my eyes.

For a moment I
felt pure terror, scared I'd exposed myself in a way which I could
never shield again. But when my eyes blinked open, there was Ryan,
exposed with me, his head tipped back, his mouth open, muscles
straining, pulse thundering in his neck, and his breaths leaving
him in jagged puffs which matched the last few thrusts of his hips.
Then he tipped his face down, eyes closed, absolute ecstasy gracing
his features, as with one last deep, possessive thrust he grunted
out his release.

Oh. Wow.

We were both
sucking in air, our bodies coated in sweat, our chests rising and
falling, blood pumping, skin flushed. His shaft jerking almost
lazily as it slowly softened, still buried deep inside. He opened
his eyes, immediately zoning in on mine, and held my gaze for
several seconds. Then with soft caresses, he lowered my legs from
his shoulders and wrapped them around his waist. Only then did he
lay himself down on top of me. He still held most of his weight off
my chest on his elbows, but he was determined to have skin on skin,
or simply not to withdraw from where we connected.

"We might have
woken Daisy," I managed to whisper, my throat was dry and I licked
my lips.

"I'll check
her in a sec when I grab us a drink," Ryan whispered back.

We stared at
each other as our heartbeats slowed and our breathing levelled out.
His shaft still offering the odd jerk, which seemed to make me jerk
in response. I think he liked that, every time it happened his lips
twitched.

"Are you OK?"
he asked, his hand sifting through my hair softly, elbows still
embedded in the sheets beside my face, holding his weight
aloft.

"Fantastic," I
replied honestly, which received a wide satisfied grin in
reply.

"Tired?" he
asked and I nodded. The grin became a smirk. Yeah, he'd worn me
out. "Want a shower?" he added, while he moved his weight to one
arm and let the other trail down my side.

Oh, and now I
wasn't tired anymore.

"A shower
would be good," I managed to get out before the moan of delight
when his hand wrapped around my breast. His thumb swept over my
nipple, his eyes target locked on my face, watching.

"I might have
to fuck you again," he whispered, and the soft words sounded so
very naughty falling from his lips. "You want the shower first? Or
afterwards?"

"Daisy," I
reminded him, he scowled, but leaned down and offered a peck on the
lips, finally pulling himself free from between my thighs as he
rose up off the bed.

He'd hardened
already. His erection halfway up his groin and still growing. My
eyes couldn't look away.

"You want me
to check Daisy?" he asked, taking a step towards me, where I'd
risen to sit on the side of the bed. His legs framed mine, placing
all that delicious manhood right before my lips and eyes.

And for the
first time in over five years I did something I haven't done. If
Daisy had woken she'd be calling for me, and there wasn't a sound
in the house but for Ryan's and my breaths. I knew my daughter, she
slept like a log. Until she'd had her nine hours mandatory sleep,
nothing short of a shake would wake her.

So, I said,
"In a minute," and reached for his cock, wrapping my hand around
the base while my lips wrapped around the head.

"Oh, fuck
yes," Ryan breathed out above me, his hands automatically coming to
my hair, fingers twisting in the strands, holding me firmly, but
not enough to pinch.