Sullivans 06 - Let Me Be the One

“How many?”
    “All of them.”
    His thumbs and forefingers moved to replace his mouth as he kissed his way down her stomach. Vicki’s legs trembled as he moved lower and lower to where she was so wet, so ready for him, that the barest touch was going to send her over.
    But instead of pressing his mouth to her, he pulled back and just stared at the wet curls between her legs. His hands moved from her breasts to grip her inner thighs and open her more to him.
    He’d gone down on her the night before, but being in the shower like this as he stared at her really did feel dirty...in the best possible sense of the word.
    She could still hardly believe that it was Ryan between her naked legs, the best looking man in the world kneeling in front of her, ready to worship her with his mouth and hands.
    “Gorgeous.” He pressed a soft kiss to her curls. “Absolutely gorgeous.” He slid two fingers into her and groaned the words, “So wet. And hot.”
    As Vicki’s inner muscles automatically clenched around him, he dragged his fingers from her, then pushed them back in.
    “You’re going to come for me, aren’t you?”
    Oh yes , that was exactly what she was going to do.
    She bucked into his hand and then his mouth as his tongue found her. Her cries of pleasure bounced around the shower walls as he pushed her harder, higher, until she was a trembling, post-climactic mess.
    Ryan grasped her hands in his again and before she could get her synapses to fire, he had her turned around and shifted so that her hands were flat on a tiled lip that held his soap and shampoo.
    He held his hands over hers and braced her hips with his. “Are you steady enough to stay like that on your own while I get my clothes off?”
    Oh God.
    “Yes.” Barely.
    He ran his hands all the way up her arms and then down her back to the flare of her hips before he stopped. “Your ass is a goddamned miracle.”
    She wished she had the kind of experience with men and sex to answer him in a flirtatious way, but her earlier quip about being in the shower seemed to be the full extent of her flirty answers. Especially when he palmed her cheeks and squeezed them.
    A gasp of pleasure fell from her lips as he sparked her desire anew with shocking ease, the fingers of one hand slipping into her again as he undid his pants with the other.
    And then his hand was gone and he was pressing up and into her on a groan, his hands coming around to cup and squeeze her breasts as she gripped the tiled lip.
    “Hold on tight.”
    His gritted-out command barely pierced the fog of lust and pleasure in her head before he was pounding into her hard, fast, and so deep, his hands moving from her breasts to her hips to grip her so possessively, so perfectly, that she had no choice but to feel him everywhere...and love every single second of being taken over.
    Somewhere way down deep it felt like she’d been made with these curves just so Ryan could hold onto them when he was taking her, sending her to the edge again with his fierce lovemaking.
    “Again, Vicki. I need to feel you come around me.”
    His deliciously dirty words were the final push she needed to catapult up, up, up and then as her forehead dropped onto the tile between her hands, she was pushing back into him at least as hard as he was into her to give him exactly what he’d just demanded.
    With every clench of her inner muscles around him, he grew harder, thicker, until he suddenly pulled out, one hand moving between her legs to squeeze out the final tremors of her climax even as he worked himself in his other hand.
    Utterly lost in their dirty-sex shower world, Vicki didn’t think before turning and moving to her knees in front of him to take him into her hands and mouth.
    She barely heard his groan through the pounding of blood in her ears. For the first time in her life she understood the thrill of tasting a man like this, the arousal that pumped onto her tongue with every stroke of her hand around him, the sweet rapture of knowing she was giving him as much pleasure as he’d just given her. Twice, already.
    She wanted to see his face when he came, but when she looked up through her lashes at him, she was surprised to see him staring back down at her in wonder.
    And then, he was down on his knees with her on the shower floor and his mouth was on hers, the taste of both of them merging until she couldn’t tell one from the other. She was just about to climb over him when he abruptly pulled back and