There are no words to define what this man does to me. I've heard people talk about the passion waning as the years pass but not with Ryan. I lust for him as deeply now as I did when we first met.
Every touch, every movement, leaves me wanting more.
I'm already so hard.
I drag my teeth down the side of his neck, sucking, biting. I want to mark him, bruise him, leave no question as to who his body belongs to.
Desire mixes with jealousy in the deepest part inside me. I need to take him, prove to myself that he's mine.
Moving down his chest, I plant hot, wet kisses, traveling lower slowly. Sinking my teeth into his left hip bone. The left one has always been my favorite, jutting out slightly more than the right. I can feel the tendons that cover it jolt against my tongue.
Ryan groans and sucks in a breath. I feel his stomach muscles tense under my hand. Anticipation vibrates through my body. He wants this. I say a silent thank you to the gods. After all this time, he is still hungry for me.
His eyes meet mine and he gives me a tiny smirk as my hand moves to cup him, rubbing over him. He feels hot in my hand. So hard although we've barely started. I wrap my fingers around him, squeezing his cock a little tighter.
"Mine." my tone predatory.
His eyes widen, head slowly nodding, his expression serious but willing. God, it turns me on when he gives up power.
"Say it!"
"Fuck" he says breathlessly "it's yours".
I lick his cock from base to tip before taking him into my mouth. Circling my tongue over the head. Sucking so hard my cheeks hollow, meeting my fist as I take him in. My lips strain to fit around him. I should be used to that but it's like I am reminded every time I do this.
He's looking down at me, following my every move. I relax my jaw and swallow him down, taking every inch of him deep into my throat. The sounds he makes are obscene. I reach down to stroke my throbbing cock, loving how vocal he is. My own moan rattles in my throat, vibrating against him.
Ryan thrashes his head back and forth on the pillow before meeting my gaze. I slide off him slowly, replacing my mouth with my fist. Pumping him. "Mine." I say forcefully, fisting more quickly.
"Yes, baby, anything, yes".
He is so hot when he is this willing.
Eyes locked, I glide my hand off him. Bring my attention back to his cock and lowering to lick a board stripe over the head. Taking one last taste before moving on. Ryan lets out a slightly pathetic whine but I will not let him distract me. Going lower still, suckling his balls, tracing his perineum with my tongue.
Ryan's breathing hitches and we'll get there, baby, patience.
My sole focus is his perfect ass. My fingers digging in, pulling him open, exposing him.
I kiss him there and press my finger over his hole. I stare up at him, a wickedness in my gaze, "Mine." Circling my finger at his entrance, applying more pressure with every turn.
He lifts his head from the pillow, shoulders ridged, almost doe-eyed. I know it's been awhile for him. Months, maybe longer. Me taking him isn't a rare occurrence by any means but we have a routine. After tonight, that pattern is out the window. He needs to be reminded who he belongs to just as much as I need to be reassured.
My insides twist as I move my mouth over him. Feeling his muscles tense then give way as I push my tongue inside. I want to devour him. I want him to beg and scream my name until he is hoarse. This man belongs to me and I'm going to make damn sure he never forgets.
