Cinder's Rising Page 7

  “I’m beautiful.” The words were barely a whisper from her, and Ryder brushed his lips across hers in response.

  “Yes, you are, my love.” He took her mouth again, and she became lost in the sensations of lips, tongues, and hands. It was as if they kissed for hours, and it felt glorious. Mouth swollen from the blood that rushed below the surface, cheeks slightly sore from the erotic scrape of his stubble along her skin, and her pussy so wet she knew the sheet beneath her would be soaked, Cinder absorbed it all.

  Ryder pulled back and looked down at her, not with just desire, but love and understanding as well. She lifted her arms and ran the pads of her fingers across his bare chest. His body lightly shook beneath her hands, and she knew he was just as affected by this. Ryder rested his big body atop hers, pressing her into the mattress and sending a lovely, heavy sensation coursing through her.

  “I love you so much, Cinder.” Warm, hard male flesh molded into hers, making the sweet anticipation of release just a reach away. Ryder’s narrow hips fit perfectly in the cradle of hers, and the hard, impossibly thick length of him moved against her slickness. She was wet, unbelievably so, and his shaft moved against the wetness on its own accord. A guttural groan left him, and he dropped his head to her shoulder at the same time his hips jerked and his cock slid against her again.

  “You feel so good, baby.” He curled his fingers around her upper arms and pressed his hips into hers again. Over and over he did this, his length sliding up and down as he rocked against her. The base of his erection bumped her clit on every upstroke, and Cinder had to bite her lip or she would have screamed for him to move harder, faster. She was so close to feeling that explosion she desperately needed. He was so big, so muscular, and so very male.

  He pushed up from her, one forearm braced on either side of her head, and looked down at her. Cinder pushed herself up on her elbows and kissed the underside of his jaw. She nipped at the skin that was covered in his stubble. It was an intoxicating sensation, one she wanted to feel all over her body. When Cinder lay back down, she took Ryder’s hand and placed it between her breasts. He braced himself on his other arm and stared down at where his hand took up the majority of her chest. “Can you feel that? Can you feel my heart beating?”

  “Yeah, baby,” he whispered.

  “You made it start beating again.”

  Ryder dragged his hand down the middle of her body, so slowly she thought she’d scream in frustration. Cinder wanted him, wanted to have every part of him touching her. He stared at her, kept his focus on her at all times, and stopped right when his hand was above her mound. He stilled for a few seconds, always did that, as if he were giving her a moment to understand what he wanted. He dipped his fingers into her folds, slow, easy, and making her feel so damn good. At that first touch fire raced through her and she spread her legs wider. His thumb was on her clit and he rubbed it back and forth until awareness traveled through her. It traveled between her legs and worked its way up her body. Her nipples tightened as blood rushed to them. Ryder worked his middle finger into her, the creamy wetness of her arousal having the digit slip easily into her pussy.

  He latched his lips onto her neck, licked and sucked at her skin until it felt abraded in a good way. “You’re so responsive.” He ran his tongue up her throat. “So wet and tight, and all mine.”

  Her inner muscles clenched around his probing finger. In and out he pumped into her, and worked his mouth on her neck. With her eyes closed, she let herself just feel every little thing Ryder did to her. Her senses were attuned to the scrape of his teeth on her collarbone, and to the thrusting motion of his hand between her thighs. He moved his head lower, trailing wet kisses along the top of her breasts before finally latching his mouth on an aching, hard nipple.

  God, so good. The wet sounds of his lips around her turgid flesh and his finger pumping in and out of her filled the room. All too soon, he let go of her nipple and continued his downward path until his warm, humid breath brushed over her pussy. Adrenalin and endorphins rushed through her bloodstream, making her feel drugged with pleasure.

  “Look at me, love. Watch what I’m doing to you.”

  She panted in and out, not getting enough air into her lungs. The sight of Ryder between her splayed thighs did funny, wicked things to her. He kept his gaze on her as he removed his finger from her body and spread her lips wide. His tongue peeked out, and when the muscle met her swollen, saturated flesh, Cinder couldn’t hold her head up any longer. Ecstasy consumed her from that small touch. It was like something snapped inside of him. Ryder went wild on her, licking her like he couldn’t get enough, and sending her higher and higher into the hazy abyss of pleasure. Cinder speared her hands into his hair and tugged on the strands. She pulled him closer to her, needing him to deliver on his promise and devour her.

  Ryder was relentless with his mouth. He sucked on her harder this time and added another finger. The fullness was a shock, but all too soon the coils of her orgasm wound tight and burst free, bathing her in the afterglow of pleasure that stole her eyesight and sucked the air from her lungs. She might have tightened her hands in his hair and curled her fingers into his scalp, but she couldn’t be sure because she floated away. The air stopped until she swirled in a mist of conscious awareness that tingled through her and left her senseless.

  When she finally returned to the land of the living, Ryder’s harsh, guttural groans filled her ears. In the opalescent lighting, she could see the emotion on his face, the love he had for her, and it warmed every part of her body. Without thinking, she grabbed him behind the back of the neck and brought his mouth to hers. She swiped her tongue along his lips, loving the harsh sound that came from his throat. For several moments, Ryder gave in and allowed her to explore his mouth, but then he pushed away gently. He didn’t make her wait long to know what he reached for. The sound of foil tearing fell across the silent room, mixing with their harsh breathing, and bringing a sense of eroticism to the night. He moved back on top of her a second later.

  He braced himself on one arm and looked down at her. He lifted his other hand and ran his thumb along the swell of her bottom lip.

  “Be with me.” She whispered the last and arched up, causing his cock to slide a little harder against her pussy. A shock went through her at the way his lids dropped to half-mast, and a steamy look moved across his face.

  “Cinder, baby…” Ryder reached between their bodies and gripped himself. With every inch he sank into her she felt filled, claimed. “So good, love.” He placed his upper body fully on her chest and framed her face with his hands. The play of muscles that rippled along his shoulders and biceps spoke of his strength. He pulled out slowly and pushed back in. Over and over he did this, slow and easy thrusts that had her lifting her hips in hopes he’d go faster. Beads of sweat dotted his brow and slid down his temple. The force it took for him to control himself was astounding, but she didn’t want gentle. She wanted his sweat to drip on her as he pounded into her body. She wanted to just… feel. Something shifted behind his eyes, and his movements picked up. Cinder gripped onto his biceps, the muscles rock solid beneath her touch.

  “God, love,” Ryder said harshly. He pushed himself up, forcing her hands to fall from his body. He locked gazes with her and hoarsely said, “Look, baby.”

  The pleasure was insurmountable, but when she braced herself on her elbows and stared down at where their bodies met, the ecstasy rose. He placed his thumb on her clit and moved the bundle of nerves back and forth, back and forth, and she exploded without any preamble.

  Lights flashed before her eyes as her orgasm claimed her, body and soul. He drew her pleasure to the peak, and kept it there until she couldn’t breathe. When the world came back into focus, the image before her had her arousal racing to the forefront again. Ryder looked wild, untamed, and full of heat. Sweat dripped down his chest in sensual droplets of salty pleasure. His short hair was unkempt, mussed, and wet from his perspiration, but he’d never looked so good to her.
Before she could even blink, Ryder moved onto his back and had her above him, straddling him. His hands were on her waist, and he lifted her. Her head spun as he touched her so gently, so lovingly. All she could do was brace her hands on his chest, and enjoy being with the man she loved.

  Grunts and groans left him and grew louder and louder. She knew he was close. Taking matters into her own hands, Cinder pressed all the way down and ground herself on him. He tightened his hold on her waist as she took over the rocking motions. The taste of sweet release was so close. The explosion inside of her rivaled a nuclear bomb, and she threw her head back and cried out. Ryder dug his fingertips into her, and his low, animalistic grunt signaled he’d found his own release. She collapsed against his chest, their skin sweaty and their breathing cacophonous. He wrapped his arms around her, and rolled so they were on their sides facing each other.

  For so long she’d lived in a bubble of hurt, but right now, right here as she stared at the man who had woken something up inside of her, all she could see was her future. And it looked so bright.

  “I will love you until the end of the world.”

  She’d never been one to think fairy tales were real, but as she lay beside this man, seeing the love on his face and feeling like his queen, Cinder knew she had her very own Prince Charming.

  The End

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