Ryan pops the button and slowly slides the zipper down. He's no longer looking in my eyes but looking to see what is revealed below. I lift my h*ps up so he can slide my jeans all the way off and I feel wanton and free at the same time.
When I am wearing nothing more than a simple white bra and bikini bottoms, Ryan kneels at the end of the bed and just looks at me. I know I should feel self-conscious but I don't. The look on his face is utterly transparent and I know at this moment that I am the most beautiful thing he's ever beheld.
Ryan covers me with his body and our mouths fuse once again. I feel like I am drowning but I don't want it to stop. I'd happily drown if this is what it feels like. My breathing gets more shallow as Ryan moves his way down my body. Dragging his lips and tongue in between my br**sts, he pops the center clasp and peels the material back. Alternating between his tongue and his fingers, he pays me exquisite care. Quickly, I am moaning up a storm but I can't stop myself. I have a feeling that when we finally do the act, I'm going to be a screamer.
While his lips continue to drink at my br**sts, Ryan moves his hand down to the front of my underwear, skimming his fingers over the top. My h*ps buck at the slight touch and Ryan practically growls over my responsiveness. Making his way back up my throat with his mouth, I cannot be distracted enough when Ryan slips his hand inside my underwear and proceeds to touch me in the most carnal of ways.
I am beside myself. If Ryan's lips were not licking, sucking or biting mine, I would be thrashing my head side to side. I can feel pressure building inside of me and it scares and excites me all at once. The pleasure is almost painful, yet I must see what comes next. Tears form in the corners of my eyes and then suddenly I'm splintering into a million sparks of light while Ryan's mouth quiets my cries of surrender.
When I return to earth, Ryan is still gently kissing me. He gathers me in his arms and pulls me close. I am boneless and my heart rate is starting to decrease. I suddenly feel a lethargy overtake me and I cannot keep my eyes open. Before I know it, I'm asleep with my head lying on Ryan's chest.
CHAPTER 9
Ryan
I'm driving to Danny's apartment to pick her up for the frat party. I’m excited and nervous. I cannot wait to see her.
Last night was amazing. It was one of best sexual experiences of my life and I didn't even get off. Watching Danny though—watching her break apart under my hands—was an incredible rush and I know beyond a doubt that when we actually have sex, it will probably shatter me.
I'm nervous about how my friends will treat her. I know Mike and Carter will be respectful and I even know Mike's girlfriend, Cameron, will be nice—as long as Angeline isn't there to taint her.
I actually like Cameron. Mike met her our freshman year at Northeastern and they've been together ever since. He's confided in me that he's going to pop the big question on graduation night. He's asked me to help him look at engagement rings in a few months.
Cameron is the one that introduced me to Angeline. She thought we would be perfect together and we were—on paper. Oh, there was a time when I was hot and bothered by Angeline. What nineteen year old guy isn't around a gorgeous college girl. And in the early months of our relationship, we actually got along very well. Once my parents checked out her pedigree, they fell in love with her and my mom was constantly talking about what beautiful babies we'd make.
But over time, the shine wore off. I have a theory that when you start dating someone, you are always on your best behavior. As you get more comfortable with a person, you start relaxing your guard and letting your true self shine through. The one thing that rang through too loud and clear for me with Angeline was her shallowness.
Oh, in our circle she was fine. Angeline comes from the richest of rich in New York City and she is used to the finer things in life. And when people get in her way who are not worthy, she has no problem in letting them know it. I guess if I had to admire anything about her, is at least she's honest to people's face when she says something about them. She doesn't hide behind whispered gossip.
Our relationship met its demise when one evening, as we were kissing on my bed, I literally couldn't get excited for her. It may have been because just two minutes before she was whining because her daddy didn't buy her a diamond necklace that she wanted, or maybe it was the way she made fun of our assistant coach's disabled son. But something in me just snapped and the attraction I held for her was gone.
Angeline did not take the break up well. She cried and begged. Then she screeched and threw things at me. Then she cried some more before finally threatening me. It was brutal but once she walked out of my room that night, I felt utter relief and I knew I had made the right decision.
Here's the thing about Danny. She's seen me at my worst already. I hurt her for no good reason other than protecting my own heart and she forgave me. And I know how vulnerable she is but it doesn't scare me. I want to protect her. In all the months I had been with Angeline, I never had the desire to put her needs above my own, yet that is all I can think about with Danny.
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We arrive at my frat house and we know the party is in full swing because we can hear the beat of the music inside of my car. I open Danny's door and she steps out. She is simply stunning even though she's wearing just a simple pair of jeans, a dark green blouse and black boots. Her hair is long with large waves running through it. She's wearing no makeup except her lips look shiny with gloss and I want to kiss them. I pull her to me and instead kiss the tip of her nose.