Off Track

Chapter 32

*****Smut warning*****

Olivia was awakened by soft kisses along her neck. Ryan's hand caressing her hip and backside. She slowly rolled over and his lips met hers in a long, slow, sensuous kiss.

She threaded her hands through his hair, deepening the kiss, her tongue tracing his bottom lip, as he covered her body with his.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, her nails digging into his back and shoulder as he kissed her senseless. There was no better way to wake up in the morning.  

She loved the intimacy of kissing. She thought it was the sexiest thing in the world, whether you were clothed or not, and had worried that some of that intimacy would be lost when they had begun having sex. Fortunately, Ryan loved it as much as she did, and she lost herself in the feeling of his lips on hers, his tongue prodding against hers. It never failed to leave her lightheaded and breathless. He still gave her butterflies.

Yeah the fighting sucked, but damn the making up though....All night long. Slow and tender. Rough and passionate. Hot and hungry. Over and over. They could not get enough of each other.

The kissing went on for several more minutes, and in one fluid motion, he was inside of her. Effortlessly since she was so wet. Her nails dug harder into his back, adding to the marks that she left earlier. He hissed under his breath, but it only fueled his desire. Her own desire was further fueled when she felt his hands grasp hard into the flesh of her hips, then slip under her and grasp her ass, pushing her lower body upward so he could drive himself deeper into her. The sounds of skin slapping skin filled the room. Slow and tender was always good, but damn she loved it when he got a little rough too.

They would both be bruised and sore later, but so what. It was well worth it.

"Oh fuck Ryan. You feel so good." She cried out, a lustful moan escaping her lips, as she arched her back, and he drove hard into her, the waves of her orgasm crashed over her, leaving her quivering beneath him.

Her lips found their way to his neck, as she sucked a mark along his sweet spot. The moans he released was like music to her ears. Without a doubt, the sexiest sound ever.

As his fingers dug into her hip again, she bit down onto the area between his neck and shoulder, and he let out an animalistic growl, his passion even further fueled.

He drove harder, chasing his own release. He let out a guttural moan, her name falling from his lips, prompting her to cum again, before he spilled into her.

They were both left breathless. She brushed a sweaty curl off of his forehead, as he leaned down to kiss her deeply. He pulled out of her and rolled over, breathing heavily. She felt his warm seed run out of her. God he made her feel so damn good. She didn't want to move. Her limbs felt so heavy, her body boneless, and she was feeling so satisfied, but they were both drenched in sweat, and the bed was a mess.

They laid there for several minutes, both waiting to catch their respective breaths. Finally, as if reading her thoughts, Ryan spoke. "I need a shower. We both do." He laughed.

As he climbed out of bed, she gasped when she saw the angry red scratches along his back and shoulder. She had no idea it was that bad, and she was hit with a pang if guilt. Oh shit! Was that also a bite mark on his shoulder? She had gotten so wild that she actually bit him?

As she walked in the bathroom, she caught him staring at her, his gaze lingering on her breasts and hip. She looked in the mirror and noticed both breasts and her chest were angry red: beard burn no doubt. Her hips bore purplish red marks that showed the tale tell fingertip indentions.

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize we got so wild." He grinned sheepishly.

"Don't you dare apologize. You fared far worse than I did." She really did feel bad.

"Souvenirs of an amazingly hot night and morning. I'm not complaining in the least." He said, as he turned on the shower, letting the water warm up.

They stepped into the shower, letting the hot water pour over them. "The least I can do is clean these up for you." She had him turn around and she lathered up the soap, washing his back. Her hands lingered on the hard muscle as she ran her soapy hands up and down his back. She found herself becoming aroused again. She couldn't keep her hands off of him. Last night they had touched, kissed and tasted each other everywhere, and she was still hungry for more.

He turned around to face her, and took the soap from her, lathering her chest, breasts and stomach. He softly ran his fingers along her hips, touching the bruises. "Does it hurt?" He asked softly.

She shook her head. "I told you, you got the worst of it."

His hands continued to caress her body, and she saw the look of desire in his eyes as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against him, kissing her deeply.

She felt his hardness against her middle, and she wrapped her hand around his thickness, stroking him up and down. Damn she wanted him in her mouth. Before she got the opportunity though, she was backed into the wall, the cold tiles of the shower wall against her back, as he lifted her leg and wrapped it around his hip. In one thrust, he was inside of her.

Her head rolled to the side, her eyes rolled back, and a low, sinful moan escaped from her lips.

Her other leg wrapped around his hip and he slammed into her harder as she was pressed tighter against the wall.

Her lips were sucking a spot on his neck, no doubt leaving yet another mark.

She tightened around him, squeezing, her pelvis grinding into him.

He pressed her even harder against the wall, pulled back, and slammed up into her again.

"Oh fuck. Do that again. Right there." She cried out.

He fucked up into her over and over again, repeatedly hitting that spot that gave her such immense pleasure.

She was quivering against him, her walls clenching so tightly around him that he forcefully released, his legs shaking from the intensity.

He pulled out of her, and she slid down the wall, sitting on the floor of the shower, her chest heaving. He slid down next to her, and she laid her head on his shoulder.

Neither of them were able to speak, they were too out of breath. Soon the water began to run cold, leaving them both shivering. He turned off the water, and wrapped her in a towel before grabbing another and drying himself off.

She was exhausted and hungry, and couldn't decide if she wanted sleep or food more. Or him. It was a toss up. Hmmm. Tough choices.

As they made their way back to the bedroom, she saw the messy, rumpled sheets on the bed. Food, sleep and everything else could wait. She began stripping them off of the bed. "We made a mess." She laughed.