We went back to my place for a nightcap. Ryan was as good as his word and began to massage my shoulder muscles as we sat together on the sofa.
“Who taught you how to do that?” I asked, succumbing to the warm sensual feeling that was flowing like a river through my body.
“Believe it or not, I learned about massage from a how-to book.”
“I can relate to that,” I replied, grinning.
He continued to do what he had been doing but added sweet, tender kisses to my neck.
“Mmm, don’t stop,” I purred. He’d turned my engine on and there was no way I was going to be able to apply the brakes at this point. By the time his hands strayed lower to my breasts, I’d become a slave to my own desires. I wanted him to make love to me right then and there before this beautiful dream ended.
Perhaps Ryan was a mind reader, because he pushed me back onto the couch, half covering my body with his as he pressed his lips to mine. The kiss tasted sweet from the wine and increased in intensity. I’d read somewhere that kisses never lie. I hoped that was the case, and Ryan must have felt something, too. As he hungrily covered my mouth with his, he crushed me to him, sending shivers of desire racing through me. Eagerly I responded to his kisses with a hunger of my own, wanting more—no, needing more. After plundering my mouth with his, he seared a path down my neck. Moments later, my lips still felt the imprint of his fiery possession.
I threaded my restless fingers through his golden hair and stroked the back of his neck. He fondled my breasts through the thin material of my dress, arousing my passion further. His grew as well, for I felt his erection press against my thigh. At this point my head was filled with nothing but wanton thoughts of pleasure.
His mouth sought out mine again as he reached behind my back to unzip my dress. I stood up and did it for him, allowing it to fall to the floor. As I stepped out of it, his eyes appraised me for a few beats before he scooped me up tightly into his arms. Carrying me into my bedroom, he hungrily nipped and nuzzled the tender spots of my neck.
He dropped me onto the bed and practically tore off his shirt, not taking his eyes off me for even a second. Quickly he unzipped his slacks and kicked them off, along with his boxers.
Before I could react to a naked Ryan in all his glory, he covered half of my body with his. My nails bit into his shoulders and back as he kissed his way down my neck. His manhood grazed my sex as he moved down my body. My desire was now in the red zone. There was no other thought in my mind but the need to make love with him.
He kissed the rising swells of my heaving breasts, which were now billowing out from their restraints, begging to be released and touched. He teased their tight buds through the sheer silk with his lips. Hardly able to withstand such exquisite torture, my body squirmed underneath him. Deftly he opened my bra with one hand. I quickly shrugged out of it before tossing it aside.
“They’re so beautiful,” he said as he held a breast in each hand. Bending his head, his tongue tantalized one nipple, allowing it to swell and grow hard before he nipped and tugged at it with his lips. Gripping the sheets, I arched my back as he began to feast on the other nipple. He continued to tease them until I felt myself drowning in my own love juices. The pleasure was driving me mad.
Deciding to force the issue, I began to stroke his cock, causing him to moan. It was a low, pleasurable moan coming from somewhere deep in his throat. It definitely seemed that what was good for the goose was just as good for the gander. So much the better, for what ailed me was like an itch that only his cock could reach.
When I continued my stroking in earnest, Ryan finally answered my telepathic prayer. He removed a condom from his wallet and rolled it on his tumescent member before giving me all his undivided attention again. He crushed my lips with his, and his tongue made urgent love to my mouth. As our kisses became more ardent and seemingly never ending, we breathed as one.
I ran my fingers through his hair and then slipped my hands down to his back. Continuing downward, I felt every muscle, every ridge and hollow, until I reached his buttocks. His ass was hard and round. Now I knew why it filled his pants so well.
Ryan touched me with knowledgeable hands, as if he was attuned to every pleasurable spot on my body. They continued to slowly sear a path down my stomach, until they reached the inside of my thighs. Once there, he began to explore in earnest with his fingertips. His touch was so painfully erotic that my body thrashed and jerked. My breathing had become irregular, coming out in gasps. Then Ryan repeated this sensuous path with his tongue, causing me to moan loudly. He finally ended his lust-arousing exploration by slipping first one finger, then two, into my dripping-wet pussy. I rubbed myself around them, but it wasn’t enough to clench my need. Ryan sensed this and removed them.
Finally thrusting his cock into me, he crushed my mouth with his. Our lips and tongues assaulted each other as we began our sensual dance of love. It started out a slow one where every movement was finely tuned. Within several beats, the tempo picked up and we were rocking the bed as he gripped my buttocks, thrusting into me as far as he could. To allow him to go even deeper, I wrapped my legs around
