Chapter 110 Little Girl
ANNA'S POV
The tension between Ryan and I was undeniable. I felt like I could finally breathe once the plane landed. But I was wrong. As both of us got into the car that was supposed to take us to his villa, he pulled me closer to him, pressing his fingers against my waist.
I wanted this. I wanted him.
“Are you okay?” He asked in a whisper, and I managed to nod. I didn't know how much longer it was going to take me not to lose my mind.
A part of me was thinking if this wasn't the reason why Daniel wanted me to come on this little staycation with Ryan in the first place. He wanted me to get laid, but with someone that he knew. I didn't know how I was supposed to feel about that.
After thirty minutes of torture, the car finally came to a stop, and the maids were already standing outside with their hands in front of them. I couldn't help but admire their uniform of black and white. There was something about this one that made it stand out.
“Welcome home, Miss Quinn,” they said in unison, and I couldn't stop myself from grinning like an idiot. I turned around to look at Ryan.
“Home?” I asked, and he nodded at me.
“I don't want you taking this place as anything other than your home.”
I couldn't stop my heart from doing a little flip. Other male servants were already carrying our bags inside.
“Shall I show Miss Quinn around the house?” One of the maids asked, and Ryan quickly shook his head.
“I'll do it myself.”
“And please, call me Anna,” I said, smiling as I looked at them. Ryan wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me with him. My center was throbbing again, from just his touch.
As we got inside, Ryan kicked his shoes off. “I would advise you to do the same. You'd love the feel of the tiles underneath your feet.”
I quickly took my sneakers off, and I didn't regret it one bit. Ryan took my hand as he showed me through the extremely huge living room that had a fireplace. The kitchen was the same, with two counters. He took me upstairs, as he showed me the guest rooms, and then the master bedroom.
I didn't know how he did it, but as he showed me all these rooms, there was barely any maid in sight.
“What did you plan on using all this space for?” I asked, running my hands through the walls that had some kind of imprint on them.
He shrugged, with his eyes on me. “I was planning on starting my family here. That has been taking much more time than I planned. So… I've barely spent a night here. The house has just been sitting around. You're the first one here.”
As he said the last statement, I felt my throat close. There was something about the way he said it, but I didn't want to think too much about anything.
Instead, I took a step towards him, and went on tiptoes, before crashing my lips against his. He quickly wrapped his palm around the back of my thigh, before lifting me up. I quickly wrapped my legs around his torso, deepening the kiss.
I tugged at his hair, unable to stop a moan from escaping my lips.
“How long?” He whispered, and I blinked.
“Years,” I said, slightly ashamed. He made me look at him again.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked, and I nodded before the words even left his mouth.
“Yes, please.”
He kissed me mid sentence, practically devouring my lips. He placed me down on the bed, taking my shirt off, before leaning down and rubbing his tongue through my belly button. My back arched off the bed immediately.
“Steady, princess,” he whispered. His fingers played with the waistband of my jeans, before finally popping the button open. He gently took my jeans off, slipping my panties off with it. His eyes were on mine like he was going to stop at the slightest look of discomfort.
I gasped at the cool air that hit me. “Strip,” I told him, and I didn't miss the way he grinned as he slowly unbuttoned his clothes. His bulge was already straining against his pants.
As soon as he took everything off, I could barely focus. How could a man look so perfect? I swallowed hard as his biceps flexed when he leaned down for another kiss.
He slowly parted my legs with his hands, before leaning down, burying his head between my legs. His hands were on my stomach, keeping me pinned to the bed. I squirmed under the feel of his tongue.
One of his hands was pinching my nipples, and I didn't even know which feeling to focus on.
“More,” I begged, thrusting my hips against his lips. He pulled away.
“Eager much?” He asked, and I nodded shamelessly.
Ryan opened one of the cabinets as he brought out a packet of condom, tearing the packet open. I watched him roll it on with skill. He leaned down to kiss me.
I was still basking in the feeling of his kisses when he thrusted into me. It was slow. Gentle. But it made me feel every damn thing.
I could feel tears stream down the sides of my face at the feeling. Ryan still brought his fingers to my clit, rubbing it in circles as he thrusted into me.
“Harder,” I begged, putting a hand over my lips. Ryan quickly took it off.
“Say my name. I want to hear you say it.”
“Ryan,” I moaned, and it felt nothing less than a sin. But it felt more than perfect as it rolled off my tongue.
Ryan cursed under his breath as he tried to focus. Or maybe he tried not to come. I raised my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust.
He popped a nipple into his mouth, sucking with just the right amount of pressure.
“I'm going to…” I started, as my toes began to curl.
“Jesus, you're fucking tight,” he groaned. “And fucking gorgeous.”
I watched his slightly damp hair and skin glistening with sweat. That was all I needed to finally come. I was shaking, as my clit rippled around his cock. I could feel Ryan jerk a few seconds later.
He stayed there, pulling me to him like he read my mind. He held me just the way I wanted to be held.
“Are you okay?” He asked, and I nodded.
He pulled me up with him to the shower a few seconds later, and I let him give me a proper bath. He dried my body with a towel, before handing me his shirt to wear.
I was smiling to myself as I inhaled. It was perfect.
“Are you hungry?” He asked, and I nodded like a little girl.
I wasn't just hungry, I was starving.