When they reached his apartment—a Soho loft that probably cost her monthly wages in rent—he led her through the tastefully furnished living room and into his bedroom. She got the impression of a large bay window and a California-king sized bed, and then grabbed his wrist gently when he reached for the light switch.
“I like the dark,” she murmured, twining her arms around him, surprised that they weren’t trembling with the force of her nerves. She was afraid he would challenge her, would flip on the lights and force her to undress so that there was no way she could hide her body from him, but he said nothing, simply tightening his hold on her when she pressed her lips against his.
The kiss was long and slow and tender, similar to the one he’d given her in the park on their first date, but she felt beneath it a hint of urgency, the same urgency that compelled her to pop the buttons on the front of her shirt as her tongue danced with his. Instead of resting his hands at the small of her back the way he always did, he slid his hands up the back of her blouse, then deftly unhooked her bra.
Blood pumping, Ryan gently nudged her toward the bed, his lips still locked with hers. She tasted like butter and salt and sweetness, and he couldn’t bring himself to stop kissing her even for the sake of pulling off her clothes. When her knees bumped against the bed the fell onto the mattress together, and by that time she’d finished undoing the buttons on his shirt and was sliding her hands down his chest, her fingers teasing the crisp hairs on his pectorals.
“Suz,” he groaned as her dainty hands brushed against his n**ples. Gooseflesh cropped up along his arms, shivers running down his spine. The groan deepened when she dipped her head down and ran her tongue against one of his n**ples, and his c*ck grew fully erect.
“You’re so delicious,” she murmured. “You taste like… spiciness and sexiness at the same time.” She giggled a little. “That sounds silly.”
He smiled. “It doesn’t sound silly at all.” He pulled her blouse and bra over her head, then cupped her br**sts in both hands, enjoying the softness and weight in his palms. “I feel like I’ve been waiting forever to do this,” he told her before leaning down and lavishing attention on them with his teeth and tongue.
Susie cried out as he licked and nibbled her br**sts, swirling his tongue around her n**ples and then nibbling on the stiff peaks until she thought she was going to go mad. The ridge of his erection pressed against her hip through his jeans, and though it should have been uncomfortable it only made her more eager. He was only inches away from her throbbing core… inches away from being inside her…
“Off.” She tugged at his jeans. “Now.”
“Yes ma’am.” He laughed, divesting himself of them, and then leaned down and nibbled the curve of her hipbone. “You too, sweetheart.” He undid the button and zipper on her jeans, and then slid his fingers beneath the waistband of her panties.
“Ryan,” she moaned as he touched her.
“Wet already.” He nuzzled her neck. “I hardly have to do anything at all.” He slid a finger inside and she arched her hips, moaning.
“Enough, Ryan,” she pleaded. “I need you.” She whimpered as he added a second finger, stroking softly. “Please.”
“Just a little more,” he urged softly, rocking his hand in time to the motion of her hips. Using his thumb, he found her cl*t and rubbed as he pushed his fingers into her, trying to get her to go over. “How’s that, Susie?”
“Ryan. Oh, Ryan!” she cried as she came, spasms of pleasure wracking her body. “Oh God,” she gasped.
“It gets better.” He tugged off her jeans and panties.
“There’s better?” she asked as he spread her legs, positioned himself.
“Oh yes.”
He thrust inside her, and the moaned simultaneously at the pleasurable friction. Her knees automatically pressed into his waist, and his hands gripped her h*ps to hold them both steady as he rocked himself inside her. They made love, first at a torturous pace, then gradually faster until they flew into a frenzy, pushing each other to the brink until she was flying off, and she felt the same exhilaration she might’ve swan diving from a cliff into the sea, or parachuting from a plane twenty-thousand feet up. She’d done both before, but neither activity had been accompanied by the intense pleasure rolling through her now. None of them had made her feel loved, cherished, desirable, wanted.
None of them had ever made her feel like she had come home.
When Ryan collapsed on top of her, she didn’t mind his weight a bit. She thought she heard him say something, maybe ask if she was alright, but her mind was floating, and she slipped into sleep effortlessly, without fear or self-consciousness.
****
When she woke up, it was to the sensation of someone pressing kisses along her spine. She was groggy at first, not remembering exactly where she was, but as memories from last night started filtering through her consciousness she stiffened, becoming aware of the muscular legs twined with her own, the tease of whiskers against the skin of her back.
“Morning, sunshine,” he murmured from somewhere between her shoulder blades. “Did you sleep well?”
She shivered as he licked the back of her neck, and felt the hardness of his c*ck rubbing between her butt cheeks. “I slept like a baby,” she admitted, trying to turn in his arms to face him, but he held her tight, rocking his shaft between her legs, coating it with the moisture between her thighs.
“You’re already ready for me,” he murmured huskily as he nibbled one of the tendons at the base of her neck. “So wet and creamy.” He slid himself inside her from behind, and she let her head fall back against his shoulder with a cry as she pushed herself more fully onto him.
“I love having you in my arms like this.” He tightened his grip around her, thrusting harder. “Your sweet curves pressed against my body as I move inside you.” One of his hands moved up to cup her breast, squeezing gently. “I want to see you. All of you.”
“What?” Susie panicked a little as he pulled out of her, then turned her over. “What are you doing?” she asked as he rolled onto his back.
“Exactly what I said. I want to see you. Last night you got to hide in the dark, but you don’t get that excuse now that the sun is out.” He pulled her on top of him, then threw back the covers.
Susie shut her eyes, not wanting to see the look in his eyes when he realized just who he’d let into his bed. In her mind’s eye she looked ridiculous, straddling him with her thick thighs, her overly-large br**sts sagging a bit and not at all perky like the models in the magazines. He was probably leaning in and squinting to count her jelly rolls right now, she thought, her entire body tense as a bowstring.
“Why are you so wound up, sweetheart?” Ryan asked, sliding his hands up and down her sides. “You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of. Nothing.” He squeezed her h*ps gently, then slid his hands up her abdomen to fondle her br**sts. “These are so much better now that I can see them in the daylight. Look at how perky and pink your n**ples are. Look.” His voice grew more insistent. “Open your eyes and watch.”
She looked down to see him flick his tongue over her nipple, sending spears of pleasure shooting through her. His eyes were half closed, a lazy expression on his face, but she could see the lust in them; knew that he wasn’t looking at her with contempt or disgust.
“You’re beautiful, sweetheart.” He lavished attention on her br**sts until she was squirming in his arms. “I don’t see anything here you would need to hide.”
“But my thighs,” she protested weekly. “And my stomach.”
He ducked his hand and swirled his tongue inside her navel, making her gasp.
“They’re both really sensitive areas, I can tell you that much. Thighs especially.” He slid his hand between her legs, stroked. “Or rather, what’s between them.”
Moaning, Susie pushed herself against his hand again, but he replaced it with his cock, sliding it inside her again. “Go ahead,” he said, leaning back against the pillows. “Let me watch you.”
Uncertain, she swiveled her h*ps a few times, then pumped them up and down. She judged what worked and what didn’t by the depth of his groans and the expressions on his face, and soon found a rhythm, pushing herself up and down using her thighs. Her br**sts bounced, and for a moment she worried that it would be a turnoff to have them flopping around, but that thought was quickly discarded when he latched his hungry gaze on them.
“That’s it,” he breathed, reaching around to grab her butt. “Keep going.” He molded each cheek in his hand, then used his grip to increase the friction, slamming her even harder against his shaft. “You’re so close. I can feel it.”
“Yes!” she cried a moment later, shuddering with the orgasm, and her inner walls clenched so tightly around him that he came instantly, his own orgasm almost blinding in intensity. She collapsed against his chest, and they lay there for a long while, their harsh breathing mingling, their hearts beating almost in time.
“I don’t suppose,” she said after a moment, “that there’s any way to convince you that I really am ugly.”
He swatted her bottom, making her yelp. “At this point, if you did that I’d have to accuse you of lying. And then I’d have to punish you.”
She giggled, her fingers rubbing up and down against his chest. “Guess that means I’m going to have to keep you after all. I hope you don’t have a problem with that.”
“A problem? Sweetheart, I was going to say just the same thing. Looks like you fell into my trap.”
She sighed. “Just the thing I was afraid of.” She lifted her head off his chest to look at him, and he grinned at the twinkle in her vivid green eyes.
“Looks like you’re just going to have to live with that mistake. Because I’m not letting you out of it.”
As they kissed, tangled in the sheets, the sunlight streaming over their nak*d bodies, Susie decided Ryan was definitely someone she could live with.