Another wave of moisture flooded my core as his thumbs made contact with the underwire of my bra and I bit my lip to suppress the whimper in my throat.
Before I could trail my hands from his shoulders to start my own exploration, the elevator doors slip open on our floor with a ping. Slowly, we separated from our obvious clinch, my leg around his hip. Funny, I didn’t remember putting it there. A very stunned family stood on the other side. The parents gave us a look of disgust as we walked by, but their teenage son looked like he wanted to offer Ryan a fist bump. My cheeks flooded with color as I followed behind, resisting the urge to bury my embarrassed face in his back.
As soon as we crossed the threshold to our room and the door clicked shut behind me, Ryan leaned down to reengage with me. This time, he absolutely devoured my mouth. My arms flew to the hem of his t-shirt and slipped underneath to the muscles I’d been coveting since our trip began. God, they felt better under my touch than I’d fantasized.
“Fuck,” he hissed against my lips. Suddenly, his hands were on my ass and I was being lifted in the air. “Wrap your legs around me, baby,” he coached, as my back was, once again, pushed against another wall. I tried to keep up with the force of his kiss, but my head was swimming. I was surrounded by his scent, his taste, and his touch in the best possible way. Absently, I noted that his earlier display in the elevator could be considered chaste in comparison. His palms were kneading my ass as my hands continued their ascent on his glorious chest, pushing up his shirt as I went.
Our mouths parted briefly as we dispatched his shirt and my tank into a pile in the doorway, and then we were on the move again. Holding me tightly against him, I felt how much he wanted me against the seam of my shorts. His mouth trailed down my chin to my neck as my fingers traced the hard planes of muscle straining in his back as he carried me across our hotel room. His cock was creating the most amazing friction as we made our way. Just before he dropped me onto the bed, his hands made short work of the clasp on my white lace bra, drawing the straps down my arms as I sprawled across the blue duvet. My auburn hair fell around me, haphazardly, as I stared up at him, lost in a cloud of lust.
“Oh shit,” he breathed as I writhed against his bulge, my legs still wrapped firmly around his waist. “You look so fucking beautiful right now, Carrie,” he professed.
“So do you,” I blushed, reaching up to grasp his hips to pull him on top of me. Unfortunately, he still had the benefit of leverage and resisted my effort. Bending at the waist, he took one of my painfully erect nipples into his mouth.
“Oh my God,” I panted, circling my hips again like the wanton creature he was turning me into. I’d never felt like this before. My head was still slightly dizzy and I swore my heart was going to beat out of my chest. Goosebumps of awareness broke over every inch of my skin as he worked on one breast with his mouth while the calluses of his hand palmed the other expertly. My back arched off the bed in ecstasy with my chest heaving into even the slightest touch he prevailed upon me.
“That’s it,” he coached. When he pulled back to examine his work, I took the opportunity to reach for the button on his shorts. I’d only been directed by my partners before so this ability to do what I wanted felt amazing. I felt powerful as he understood my intentions and took over by unzipping his shorts and letting them fall to the floor at his feet. Leaving the cradle of warmth between my legs, he gave my shorts the same treatment, taking a minute to appreciate the view of my unmistakably wet white cotton panties. “Fuck, baby, I can see everything and I haven’t even gotten you bare yet. I love knowing that I’m the one who did this to you.”
“Only you,” I breathed as he finally put a knee to the bed and crawled between my legs
Before I could trail my hands from his shoulders to start my own exploration, the elevator doors slip open on our floor with a ping. Slowly, we separated from our obvious clinch, my leg around his hip. Funny, I didn’t remember putting it there. A very stunned family stood on the other side. The parents gave us a look of disgust as we walked by, but their teenage son looked like he wanted to offer Ryan a fist bump. My cheeks flooded with color as I followed behind, resisting the urge to bury my embarrassed face in his back.
As soon as we crossed the threshold to our room and the door clicked shut behind me, Ryan leaned down to reengage with me. This time, he absolutely devoured my mouth. My arms flew to the hem of his t-shirt and slipped underneath to the muscles I’d been coveting since our trip began. God, they felt better under my touch than I’d fantasized.
“Fuck,” he hissed against my lips. Suddenly, his hands were on my ass and I was being lifted in the air. “Wrap your legs around me, baby,” he coached, as my back was, once again, pushed against another wall. I tried to keep up with the force of his kiss, but my head was swimming. I was surrounded by his scent, his taste, and his touch in the best possible way. Absently, I noted that his earlier display in the elevator could be considered chaste in comparison. His palms were kneading my ass as my hands continued their ascent on his glorious chest, pushing up his shirt as I went.
Our mouths parted briefly as we dispatched his shirt and my tank into a pile in the doorway, and then we were on the move again. Holding me tightly against him, I felt how much he wanted me against the seam of my shorts. His mouth trailed down my chin to my neck as my fingers traced the hard planes of muscle straining in his back as he carried me across our hotel room. His cock was creating the most amazing friction as we made our way. Just before he dropped me onto the bed, his hands made short work of the clasp on my white lace bra, drawing the straps down my arms as I sprawled across the blue duvet. My auburn hair fell around me, haphazardly, as I stared up at him, lost in a cloud of lust.
“Oh shit,” he breathed as I writhed against his bulge, my legs still wrapped firmly around his waist. “You look so fucking beautiful right now, Carrie,” he professed.
“So do you,” I blushed, reaching up to grasp his hips to pull him on top of me. Unfortunately, he still had the benefit of leverage and resisted my effort. Bending at the waist, he took one of my painfully erect nipples into his mouth.
“Oh my God,” I panted, circling my hips again like the wanton creature he was turning me into. I’d never felt like this before. My head was still slightly dizzy and I swore my heart was going to beat out of my chest. Goosebumps of awareness broke over every inch of my skin as he worked on one breast with his mouth while the calluses of his hand palmed the other expertly. My back arched off the bed in ecstasy with my chest heaving into even the slightest touch he prevailed upon me.
“That’s it,” he coached. When he pulled back to examine his work, I took the opportunity to reach for the button on his shorts. I’d only been directed by my partners before so this ability to do what I wanted felt amazing. I felt powerful as he understood my intentions and took over by unzipping his shorts and letting them fall to the floor at his feet. Leaving the cradle of warmth between my legs, he gave my shorts the same treatment, taking a minute to appreciate the view of my unmistakably wet white cotton panties. “Fuck, baby, I can see everything and I haven’t even gotten you bare yet. I love knowing that I’m the one who did this to you.”
“Only you,” I breathed as he finally put a knee to the bed and crawled between my legs
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