Chapter 39 The ‘just in case’ condom
Saraphina
Ryan brought me to his room because a woman who was trying way too hard to look famous was currently in mine.
I stood in the middle of his floor, my dress completely soaked from the rain. Ryan got two towels from the bathroom and wrapped one around my shoulders. He used the other to dry his own hair and face. Then, slowly, he peeled off his wet dress shirt and let it fall to the ground. His skin was still damp from the storm, catching the light. I swallowed hard as he walked toward me.
“Are you certain this is what you want?” he asked, using the towel to gently dry my hair.
For most of my life, I told myself I was waiting for real love. But that was just a story. I was not waiting. I was hiding. I think I was always scared… scared of being broken.
“So what made you stop hiding?”
“You. You make me want to be brave.” His mouth curved into a smile at my words.
He tossed the towel onto a chair without ever looking away from me. Closing the space between us, his fingers traveled up my spine and found my zipper. He drew it down slowly, and then he helped the wet dress slide off my body. I stepped out of it, leaving the fabric in a heap on the floor.
I breathed out in quiet relief when I saw my white strapless bra and the matching underwear. It was not my usual style, but the bride had given it to me for today.
Thank you, Louisa.
Ryan’s eyes moved over me, and a slow smile spread across his face. His gaze was dark with hunger and want. I felt my face grow warm, and my hands moved up to cover myself. Ryan gently took my wrists and brought them down.
“Hey. You are stunning,” he said, as if he could hear the doubts in my head.
“No. You are stunning,” I thought to myself.
He just stood there, those deep blue eyes watching me. Tick. Tick. Tick. Neither of us spoke, and I could hear the steady sound of rain against the window. It was calming, but my whole body was alive with a nervous, wanting energy. I could only wonder what he was thinking.
“Come here,” he finally said, holding his hand out to me.
I took it, and he guided me down onto the bed. He kissed me, a soft, sweet press of his lips, and he nipped gently at my lower lip. Then his mouth moved to my jaw, my neck, my collarbone. He kissed a path downward, over my breasts, across my stomach, and then right over the front of my underwear. My breath caught at the feeling. Something deep inside me coiled tight right where his mouth had been.
“Try to let go,” he murmured, as if he could sense the tension in me.
Slowly, he drew my underwear down, leaving me wearing only my bra. My heart was pounding. My thoughts were racing. The only way to describe this moment was a complete mess of feeling and noise inside my head.
Ryan placed a soft, open-mouthed kiss right at my center. A low moan escaped me before I could stop it. He tasted me, his tongue moving in slow circles, and it was driving me out of my mind.
“Mmm, baby, you are incredible,” he said, before he began to suck and kiss me there.
I could not believe this was happening. I was too nervous to watch, so I shut my eyes tight. Ryan kept going, kissing, sucking, teasing me with his mouth. My hands gripped the sheets so hard I thought the fabric might rip.
Oh my god, what is happening to me?
For a long time, his tongue circled and teased at my entrance, and then the unbelievable happened. He pushed his tongue inside me. I could not tell if it was his tongue or his finger; I did not dare look. But the feeling was unreal—a bright thread of pain woven through a deep, spreading pleasure. Sounds I had never made before were coming from my throat.
Something moved in and out of me for what felt like forever. And it went deeper with every motion. I felt a pressure building, like I was about to come apart…
“Ah!”
And then I did. My whole body shook as I fell apart against his mouth.
“Shit. You are so fucking beautiful,” I heard him say, and he licked his lips. He was grinning, looking utterly pleased with himself. He had given me my first orgasm, and he wore his pride plainly.
“You all right?” he asked, studying my face.
All right? Are you crazy, what was that?! I was soaring, I think I left the planet entirely!
“Yes,” I managed to whisper.
“I want you so badly. You have no fucking idea,” he said, tipping my chin up.
He was over me again. His bare chest pressed against mine. My fingers traced the lines of the tattoos across his skin. He trembled under my touch. I could feel how hard every muscle in his body was.
Then, one of his hands moved behind my back and undid the clasp of my bra, tossing it off the bed. His palm cupped my breast perfectly, squeezing and rolling my nipple until it was hard. I squirmed under his hands. Ryan bent his head and took my other nipple into his mouth, biting and tugging until it was just as hard. I let my hands grip his neck and shoulders, holding on tightly, never wanting him to stop.
“Fuck,” he muttered, pulling back. His breathing was hot and rough against my skin. I missed the closeness instantly.
“I did not bring anything. I did not think I would need to,” he said, looking frustrated.
“I do,” I said, remembering suddenly. I had taken a condom from his drawer before. The ‘just in case’ condom, another gift from Louisa.
I must remember to buy her flowers.