I tilted my head at her, amused but also not letting her get away with that. “Nope. You’ll take your bath in my room, you’ll change in my room, you’ll do everything in my room. What exactly are you trying to hide from me?”
Her lips parted, and she gave me this half-annoyed half-flustered look. “I’m not hiding anything! I just… I feel so sticky right now, and I’m sure you feel the same. You take your bath in your room, I’ll take mine in mine, then we’ll meet up. Simple.”
I chuckled again and shook my head like she was testing my patience on purpose. “Come on, babe “I said, pulling her closer before she could slip away. Then, without giving her a chance to argue, I scooped her up and carried her straight into my room.
“Ryan!” she squealed, hitting my shoulder lightly. You’re impossible.”
“Yeah, but I’m your impossible,” I teased, setting her down. I started stripping immediately, undoing my belt, tossing it aside, pulling off my clothes until I was just in my briefs. I looked at her pointedly. “Your turn. Undress while I go run the bath.”
Her cheeks flushed as she folded her arms stubbornly. “You’re really bossy, you know that?”
“Yeah,” I smirked. “And you love it.”
She rolled her eyes but didn’t argue. I went into the bathroom and started preparing the bath, even throwing in some of my scent into the water, something I never really bothered with, but tonight was different. Tonight, Anna was here, and she deserved everything to be special. By the time I was done, I stepped back into the room and froze for a second.
She was stripping out of her gown, her back to me, liding the fabric down slowly until it pooled at her feet. All she had left was a tiny pair of panties, and her bare chest was on full display when shebent slightly to step out of her dress. My cock stirred instantly, and my chest tightened because I swear I had never seen anything so perfect in my life. She looked so fucking hot it hurt. I had promised her I wouldn’t touch her, but damn, every part of me wanted to break that promise right there.
“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath before I could stop myself.
She looked up at me then, her eyes wide, and in this shy move that drove me insane, she covered her breasts with her small hands. “Don’t look at me like that,” she said softly.
I rolled my eyes at her, walked over, and gently pulled her hands away. “Don’t hide from me, Anna.” Then I hooked my fingers into her panties and tugged them down slowly, letting them fall to the floor. Before she could protest, I lifted her bridal style into my arms.
“Ryan***”
“Shut up,” I murmured with a smile, carrying her straight to the bathroom. I lowered her carefully into the warm water, and she gasped a little as it touched her skin. Then I pulled off my own briefs and stepped in after her.
Her gaze instantly dropped to my cock, hard and heavy between us, and her eyes widened slightly. I could see the heat flickering in her expression, but quickly held my hand up.
“Don’t worry,” I said firmly, trying to control myself. “I promised I wouldn’t touch you tonight, and I’m keeping that promise.”
She stared at me for a moment before suddenly smiling in a way that made my chest squeeze. “Well
“she whispered, moving closer until she was straddling my lap, her voice breathless, “I didn’t promise anything.”
I froze as she pressed her body against mine, her words sinking in, and for the first time in a long time, I felt completely undone. I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face. “God, I love you so much,” I murmured.
She giggled softly, her hands roaming my chest. “Then shut up and let me love you back.”
And before I could even get my head straight, she shifted, settled herself perfectly between my legs and with one bold, reckless move, she reached down, took my cock in her small hand, and guided it straight inside her.
I sucked in a sharp breath, my arms tightening around her instinctively while I whispered hoarsely
“Anna…”
She looked right into my eyes, biting her lip as she sunk down fully, and fuck, I knew in that exact moment that there was no way I’d ever survive herRYAN’S POV
She was already bouncing on my cock like she was damn made for it, like her body was carved just to fit around me, her pussy gripping me so tightly I could feel every hot, wet ripple as she moved up and down with wild, reckless need, and her perfect breasts were jiggling with every bounce, every slam of her hips, smacking against her chest so beautifully that I couldn’t stop myself, I completely lost it. I reached up, grabbed both of them in my hands, and squeezed them, filling my palms with the softest, most addictive flesh I’d ever touched in my entire damn life. I was groaning into her skin like a man starved, my thumbs brushing over her hard nipples as she moaned my name so loud, so breathless, it felt as if she was chanting it just to push me closer to the edge.
“Ryannnn,” she gasped out, breath catching on her tongue as she kept riding me hard, her ass slapping down on my thighs over and over, making the most deliciously obscene sounds echo through the room. My hands were still on her tits, thumbs and fingers working her nipples until she whimpered, her head falling back, mouth open in this raw, perfect expression of pure pleasure.
I couldn’t handle it.
I grabbed her face, kissed her like I needed her to breathe, like I was drowning and she was my only air, kissing her with so much hunger it was like I’d lose my mind if I didn’t feel her lips on mine. She moaned into my mouth, wrapping her arms around my neck so tight, dragging me even closer while our sweaty chests were pressed together and her nipples scraped against me, hot and stiff and needy. And then she spat in her hand, reached down between us, rubbing her clit like she knew exactly how to push herself over the edge, her fingers circling, teasing, playing with that sensitive little bud while my cock was buried so deep inside her I could barely think straight.
“Shit… Anna…” I groaned again, my voice broken, shaking, desperate. I grabbed her waist with one hand, guiding her rhythm, making her bounce faster, harder, rougher. My other hand stayed on her tit, squeezing and playing with her nipple until she cried out and leaned forward, pushing her breast into my mouth. I bit it, softly at first, then harder, letting my teeth sink in just enough to make her scream.
“I’m gonna… I’m gonna come-fuck, Ryan, don’t stop-don’t stop-please-please don’t stop-” she begged, voice cracking, full of nothing but need and heat and desperation.
And I didn’t. I just couldn’t. I held her waist tighter, my hips bucking up into her, slamming into her from underneath while she rode herself into a full-blown, toe-curling orgasm. Her body trembled all over, thighs shaking like crazy, pussy pulsing around me like it was sucking me deeper, wetter, tighter with every wave. Her nails scratched down my back and she screamed my name like she couldn’t hold it in anymore.
But she didn’t stop.
Even as her body shook from the aftershocks, she turned around slowly, still keeping me inside her
> and slid her legs around to straddle me in a revers fucking cowboy style, and I nearly lost it from the sight alone. Her back arched, her hair falling down her spine, and she grabbed my thighs tosteady herself as she started moving again, grinding her hips in slow, filthy circles that made my eyes roll back.
“Fuuuuck…” I hissed, my hands flying back to her bouncing tits, now swinging even harder in this position. I reached around her, found her clit again, and started rubbing it fast while she rode me like she was trying to break me. Harder. Rougher. Foster. My cock was buried so deep, and her ass was slamming into me like she was making sure to wreck me for anyone else.
“Baby-you’re so so deep-oh my god***Ryan-yes-just like that don’t fucking stop-” she cried, and it made me groan so loud I didn’t care if the whole damn building heard us.
I was losing my fucking mind.
She was so tight. So wet. So unbelievably hot around me. Every time she slammed down on me, it felt as if my soul was being yanked out through my cock. She was everything. She was too fucking much. I couldn’t breathe properly. Couldn’t even think straight. All I could do was feel her skin, her warmth, the way her muscles clenched around me like a tight vice.
“Anna-shit-baby-I’m close-I’m so so close,” groaned, trying to slow her down, trying to grab her waist and lift her off me so I could pull out but she kept going. She kept grinding, kept moving, kept fucking me like her life depended on it. I was panting, sweating, trembling. “Anna- get off***fuck***I’m gonna come-I swear-I’m gonna come-we’re not protected***please, baby, get off-“
But she didn’t listen.
She turned her head slightly, eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed, lips parted, and she said it so softly so sweetly, it damn near shattered me. “I don’t care… come inside me… just come, please… I want to feel it-feel you-fill me up, Ryan-don’t pull out-please-“
And that was it.
“Fuuuuck-Anna-“I choked, my whole body locking up, every muscle clenching as I came so hard it was like my entire world exploded. My cock throbbed and pulsed deep inside her, filling her up with every drop, and she came right after, crying out so loudly her voice cracked again, her pussy clenching around me like she was milking every ounce out of me.
We both shook as we rode out the climax together, my arms wrapping around her from behind, dragging her flush against my chest while we panted and gasped like we’d just barely survived something dangerous.
And I didn’t want to let go. I couldn’t.
I stayed inside her, held her tightly, my lips brushing; the soft skin of her back as I whispered, “I can’t live without you… I swear to God, Anna… You mean everything to me… every fucking thing.”
And that was the truth.48
ANNA’S POV
The next morning came too quickly, and Ryan was already awake before me, moving around quietly in the kitchen as if he actually knew what he was doing. By the time I dragged myself out of bed, my eyes half closed, the smell of pancakes hit me first. I walked in and saw him standing there, shirtless, flipping pancakes like some pro chef.
“Ryan, what are you doing?” I asked, yawning and rubbing my eyes.
He smirked without even turning around. “What does it look like? Making breakfast for my girl.”
I scoffed, sitting at the counter. “You don’t know how to cook.”
“Correction,” he said as he slid a plate toward me with a little too much confidence. “I don’t usually cook. Big difference.”
I took one bite, chewing slowly while raising my brow at him. “Not bad… shocking actually.”
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