"Ryan?" I gently tired to wake him moving over him my lips gently by his ear. He took a quick breath and stretched out.
"Shit. Sorry. See, I told you I was tired" he smiled and we both sat up. "What's the time?" He asked liking for his phone.
"Like 2.30. You're more than welcome to crash here" I suggested, he looked around the sofa.
"Yeah that would be good, if you have a blanket?"
"Uh yeah. Or you could, Umm the bed's huge, I'm sure I could keep my hands to my self" I smiled and he stood.
"That sounds even better. Lead the way" he held out his hand for me to take and I walked us through to the bedroom.
He flopped face first on to the bed and I shuffled under the covers next to him. He pulled back his corner and we both turned to face each other. "You look very cute when you're sleepy" I whispered and he smiled keeping his eyes closed.
"I'll see you in the morning" he replied and we both drifted off.
I woke the next morning on my side with my back to Ryan. I took a moment to remember that he was actually there and that we'd spent a good chunk of last night making out on my couch.
I heard him wake behind me and then felt his hand as he pulled me close spooned up against me and nuzzled my neck. His beard tickled my neck and I involenterally bucked my hips back into him. I could definitely feel how much he was enjoying our embrace, and me moving over his hard on released a deep grumble of a sigh. "Good morning" he made out in between his lips on my neck.
"Good morning" I smiled back as my hand entwined with his on my hips. His kisses on my neck became more fervent and his hands began to skim my body. My free hand was behind my head kneading his hair and encouraging his assault on my neck and shoulder.
"This ok?" He asked almost nervously.
I rolled back slightly and was on my back looking up into those blue eyes again. "Hell yeah" I smiled and he rolled carefully so that his body covered mine and kissed me once again. I threw caution to my morning breath and kissed him back. Achingly slowly he moved his kisses lower, his hands either side of me he kissed my neck and collar bone, my t-shirt was rolling up my body and I decided to help it on its way. He rested on his hands and watched intently as I removed the shirt. I didn't feel as bare as I was, his gaze warmed my skin, his smile put me totally at ease. He growled something under his breath as he made a beeline for my chest. His lips meeting my nipple, at first in the softest manner and then a little nip of his teeth. I groaned as it sent shockwaves through my body and I felt him smile. His hand was gently stroking my other breast, his thumb pinching every now and then making me writhe under his touch. His kisses began again and lowered further - before he reached the waist band of my shorts he quickly took off his shirt. My finger nails raked his shoulders as his finger tips began to fold down the top of the shorts.
There was no going back now, I wasn't going to be able to stop him, I was no longer able to play it cool and calm. I wanted him. I wanted to feel him, wanted to be made to feel. His breath on my stomach felt like fire on my skin and I all too quickly lifted my hips to assist the removal of the last of my clothes. He slowly pulled down my shorts and took my underwear with them. He rose to his knees and looked down at me.
I was just about to cover my self up suddenly feeling a little vulnerable. "fuuck, you are hot! You've no idea what you've done to me" his voice was gravelly and low, his kisses retuned this time to the tops of my thighs. "I've had this grand idea" he mumbled inbetween his affections "of trying really hard to take things slow, just seeing how things would go" his lips were moving higher, his body now inbetween my legs spreading them wider as he moved. "Of going out on dates, taking you for dinner" his hands now traced the inside of my legs opening them for him "and now this!"
His words caused his breath on my skin to tingle, my most intimate areas to throb. I looked down, to see him practically staring at me open to him.
"I'm sorry, we were meant to go slow right?" I shakingly made out.
"Don't fucking apologise. This is a much better idea"
He looked up briefly, a wicked grin flashed across him face second before his tonge met me. He started off painstaking slowly. He paused and added "I'll still take you out on dates". Licking his way around, exploring me with his tongue. Each time he'd make his way back to my clit and give it a few short flicks with the tip of his tongue. I couldn't contain my sounds of enjoyment. I'd never really been a quiet one in bed and I recognised how satisfying it is to hear how you're making some one feel. And he was making me feel fucking great. My hands slipped into his hair and held on as he continued his assault. Every now and then his tongue would dip into me, it felt amazing, but I was beginning to feel a little empty when it was gone. His expert work was building me very quickly to the edge.
I was struggling to breath I could feel nothing but his tongue, his teeth, his fingers. My back arched, hips bucked as he held me down wrapping his arms around my legs and holding on as I came, not relenting with his licking and sucking until I had stilled slightly. Once I'd caught my breath I looked down to find him removing his pants. I couldn't help but smile and lick my lips at the sight of his impressive dick. He was as hard as rock and a pretty decent size, I swallowed hard at the thought of him filling me. He crawled slowly up the bed and I felt him nearly between my legs. "Umm have you got..." he tried to not break the moment. I fumbled in my bedside drawer and found a condom. He quickly took of from me and rolled it on his length. Then he was back, looking down at me, smiling. Nothing needed to be said. Both of us were breathing itraticlly.
When he slowly pushed into me for the first time my breathing stopped. I felt him release his breath with a whispered profanity. God he was big and I'd not had sex in a while. He recognised that I needed a moment and as soon as he was fully in me he stilled. He looked down at me and watched my face as he circled his hips.
I could feel every inch of him. He was filling me to my most and every tiny move my felt like heaven. As I adjusted, so did he and his slow movements began to quicken. His careful hips turned into long, hard thrust and I was loving every one. He rose up to his knees and held my hips a little higher, still keeping up a relentless pace. The change of angle was just perfect to hit me in all of the right places and I could feel myself ready to climax again. He felt it too as he picked up speed, his grunts and groans got louder his thrusts became impossibly deep and he joined me over the edge. He led on top of me, our breathing fast and heavy. I could feel him still throbbing inside of me as I clenched around him.
He rolled off of me carefully, quickly cleaned himself up and gestured for me to cuddle up on his chest. I did so and we both lay quietly for a while. He covered us up with the covers which had made their way to the floor and I led and listened to his heart beat, running my fingers through his chest hair. As his pulse slowed he turned to me "I'm pretty glad I was late last night" he chuckled.
"Me too!"
