Free Web NovelChapter 67: My First II
~Lyra’s POV~
I locked my legs tighter around Ryland’s waist, squeezing my breasts together for his hungry gaze. The orgasm I desperately needed hovered just out of reach, and I couldn’t wait any longer.
Ryland broke the kiss with a low, guttural moan of my name. Then he attacked my neck with ferocious intensity. His mouth sucked and nipped, marking me with hot, open-mouthed kisses that I knew would bloom into possessive hickeys by morning. He wanted the world to see I was his, and the thought sent a fresh thrill racing through me.
My breathing turned ragged as pleasure climbed higher. I was so close. Ryland showed no mercy, his fingers never slowing inside me. My walls began to flutter and grip him tightly, making every thrust harder, more desperate.
Without warning, he lowered his head and captured one aching nipple between his lips. He bit down gently, just enough to send a sharp spark of pain-laced pleasure shooting straight to my core.
My eyes squeezed shut. The wave hit me like a hurricane.
"Ahhhh... fuckkkk!!"
The cry tore from my throat, loud and unrestrained. My entire body convulsed, shuddering violently as the orgasm crashed through me. My eyes rolled back, toes curled tight, and wave after wave of blinding pleasure flooded every nerve. I didn’t care who might hear. Cade had his own suite, and tonight this room belonged only to Ryland and me.
Even as I trembled and cried out, Ryland didn’t stop. His fingers kept pumping, curling, drawing out every last pulse of ecstasy until I was gasping, overwhelmed, riding the high until it bordered on too much.
Only when my body finally began to relax did he slow, leaving his fingers buried deep inside me. He curled them lazily now and then, sending delicious aftershocks rippling through me while I fought to catch my breath. My chest heaved, skin slick with sweat, heart hammering wildly.
After what felt like an eternity of sweet torment, he slowly withdrew his fingers. The loss made me whimper softly. With a dark, satisfied hum, Ryland brought his glistening fingers to his lips and licked them clean, eyes locked on mine the entire time.
The sight, his tongue dragging over his skin, tasting me so openly, ignited a fresh wave of heat low in my belly. My body, still trembling from release, already ached for more.
"You’re insatiable," I teased breathlessly, though my voice shook with lingering pleasure.
Ryland smirked, pulling me closer until our bodies pressed together. "And I’ve barely started, love."
Our eyes met. His lips curved into a proud, almost boyish smile that made my heart flutter despite the raw desire still burning between us. I chuckled inwardly. He had every right to look smug.
"So..." I began, still trying to steady my breathing. "Have we reached the end of our session?" Before he could answer, I added with a playful glint, "Or is there more to come?"
The question seemed to delight him. Ryland nodded eagerly, eyes darkening with renewed hunger.
"We definitely can’t stop here now, can we?" he murmured, voice rough with promise.
A rush of warmth and affection filled me. I reached up, sliding my hand behind his neck, and pulled his mouth down to mine. Our lips met in a deep, lingering kiss that felt both passionate and strangely tender, like a silent vow.
"No, we definitely can’t," I whispered against his lips as I slowly parted my legs wider, inviting him to settle fully between them. I bit my lower lip, adding a seductive edge to my words. "Now... finish what you’ve started."
Ryland’s gaze flared with heat. "I will... but first..."
He dipped two fingers back inside me, slowly dragging them out again, coated in my arousal. With a wicked wink, he lifted them to his mouth and sucked them clean once more, savoring every drop. The dark, intoxicated glint in his eyes told me he was completely lost to my taste.
His hunger had taken over.
Ryland’s eyes raked down my body with raw possession. He hooked his fingers into my panties and peeled them off with expert care. I lifted my hips to help him, watching as he tossed the lace aside. Then he sank to his knees before me like a man ready to worship.
My pulse spiked. He gently hooked his hands under my knees, lifting and draping my legs over his broad shoulders until I was completely open to him. His face hovered inches from my slick heat, breath warm against my sensitive folds. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
Anticipation coiled tight in my stomach, almost unbearable. The way his lust-filled eyes drank me in made me feel both shy and impossibly hot. I could feel fresh arousal slipping from me, my body betraying just how much I needed his mouth.
Ryland inhaled deeply, eyes fluttering shut as if my scent alone drove him wild. Then he leaned in.
The first slow, reverent kiss along my inner thigh made me shiver. He took his time, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses closer and closer to where I ached most, teasing me mercilessly.
"Ryland..." I breathed, my hands threading into his hair, torn between pulling him closer and savoring the delicious torture.
He hovered just above my pussy, hot breath fanning over my folds. My hips twitched involuntarily. Then, with a low growl of pure need, he dove in.
"Ryland!" I cried out sharply as his tongue dragged through my slick heat in one long, torturous stroke. Electricity surged through me instantly. His mouth was relentless yet worshipful, licking, sucking, exploring every sensitive inch with expert precision. He circled my clit slowly at first, then faster, alternating between gentle flicks and firm pressure that had me moaning uncontrollably. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com
My fingers tightened in his hair, hips rocking against his face as pleasure built all over again. Every swirl of his tongue, every suck, every hum of satisfaction vibrating against me sent me spiraling higher.
This wasn’t just desire anymore. In the way he devoured me, slow and deep, then hungry and demanding, I felt his love. His devotion. The way he cherished every gasp, every tremble, every moan that fell from my lips.
And as the tension coiled tighter once more, threatening to pull me under, I realized I was completely, helplessly his.
