Love Unscripted
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He rolled over to watch me hunt. “Good Morning!” he murmured happily.
I turned and smiled at him while I made a mental note to buy a robe the next time I go shopping.
“Good Morning! Have you seen my shirt?” I asked with a smile.
“Yep. I know right where it is, but I can’t tell you.” He shook his head and combed his hair back with his fingers. He looked so damn sexy lying there naked in my bed.
I smirked at him. His T-shirt was on the floor so I picked it up and slipped it over my head. The cotton held his delicious scent.
“Nice!” He grinned at me. “Hurry back!”
Ryan took his turn in the bathroom while I put a pot of coffee on. Instead of joining me in the kitchen, he went back to bed.
I stopped in the doorway of my bedroom, leaning on the doorframe while I took a moment to soak in the view. He was lying with his arms folded up under his head, the light from the window made his skin glisten.
My eyes traveled down his exposed body and I could see more clearly the light hairs that started at his chest and became more defined near his bellybutton. The bed sheet barely covered the rest of him, but I no longer needed to use my imagination.
He smiled at me and patted his hand on the empty space on the bed.
I grinned at him and slowly shook my head. I had another location in mind. His eyes narrowed on me with confusion. I giggled a little, stepped back out of view and slipped his shirt off. I held his shirt up, waving it in the air so he could see it, and then dropped it to the floor. He was a smart man; I figured he’d get the hint.
I had just turned the water on in the shower when he slipped his hands around my waist. The hot water felt good on my aching muscles. It had been too long since I bent and stretched in the ways I did last night. I felt unbelievably relaxed as he rubbed my shoulders under the water stream.
We took turns washing each other. His hands lathered the shampoo in my hair as he pressed his fingertips on my scalp and neck. It was so soothing and erotic at the same time. He was definitely enjoying running the soapy sponge over my body, making sure to wash every nook and cranny thoroughly.
My soapy hand washed him as his lips kissed me passionately. I let my mouth drink from the shower water on his chest before I knelt down in front of him. My eyes flickered up to watch his face express his pleasure.
His fingers tangled in my wet hair as I tightened my grip. I was so turned on just hearing him moan I wanted to finish him off where he stood.
Ryan grabbed my wrists and stood me up. “Let’s get out of here,” he said.
I handed a towel to him and wrapped another one around my body. He didn’t bother to dry off. He dropped the towel on the floor and guided me back to the sink.
“Have a seat.” He smirked, assisting me onto the bathroom counter.
He dropped to his knees and slid me to the edge; his hands pushed my thighs apart. I felt his tongue first, followed by a surge of pleasure. His fingers held me open as he buried his face into my body. He pressed my legs back further. I ran my hands through his wet hair as he devoured me.
The heat inside my center reached its breaking point and I felt like an explosion took place right in the core of my being. Each additional flick of his tongue sent shockwave after shockwave through my entire body out to the tips of my fingers and toes, and I shuddered from the ecstasy he unleashed on me. I swear I heard him chuckle ever so quietly as he kissed the inside of my thigh.
He stood up and placed himself inside me. Cool water dripped from his hair onto my chest and stomach as we moved together.
His arms held my legs apart, opening me wider. I watched his eyes squeeze shut; he was breathing hard through his open lips. Soft moans escaped from both of us.
“Ryan, let’s go back to the bed,” I gasped. I was sliding off the sink top. He lifted me up and carried me while our bodies stayed joined.
He lay me down on the edge of the bed and grabbed my ankles, placing them to rest on his shoulders. He rested his free hand on me; his thumb
landed at just the right spot, causing me to suck in a sharp breath or two. Damn, he is good! I knew a second orgasm was coming soon.
“I’m close… in or out?” he asked between strokes.
“Oh God, don’t stop,” I moaned, squeezing down on him. I felt his teeth carefully bite into my ankle. “It’s... k, stay in.”
I almost stopped breathing while I let the internal climax have at me. My back arched reflexively; my hands clenched the bed sheet.
Ryan climaxed soon after I did and I felt his body shudder as he erupted inside me. A not-so-quiet groan rolled out of his throat.
Chapter 11 – Grilled
I turned and smiled at him while I made a mental note to buy a robe the next time I go shopping.
“Good Morning! Have you seen my shirt?” I asked with a smile.
“Yep. I know right where it is, but I can’t tell you.” He shook his head and combed his hair back with his fingers. He looked so damn sexy lying there naked in my bed.
I smirked at him. His T-shirt was on the floor so I picked it up and slipped it over my head. The cotton held his delicious scent.
“Nice!” He grinned at me. “Hurry back!”
Ryan took his turn in the bathroom while I put a pot of coffee on. Instead of joining me in the kitchen, he went back to bed.
I stopped in the doorway of my bedroom, leaning on the doorframe while I took a moment to soak in the view. He was lying with his arms folded up under his head, the light from the window made his skin glisten.
My eyes traveled down his exposed body and I could see more clearly the light hairs that started at his chest and became more defined near his bellybutton. The bed sheet barely covered the rest of him, but I no longer needed to use my imagination.
He smiled at me and patted his hand on the empty space on the bed.
I grinned at him and slowly shook my head. I had another location in mind. His eyes narrowed on me with confusion. I giggled a little, stepped back out of view and slipped his shirt off. I held his shirt up, waving it in the air so he could see it, and then dropped it to the floor. He was a smart man; I figured he’d get the hint.
I had just turned the water on in the shower when he slipped his hands around my waist. The hot water felt good on my aching muscles. It had been too long since I bent and stretched in the ways I did last night. I felt unbelievably relaxed as he rubbed my shoulders under the water stream.
We took turns washing each other. His hands lathered the shampoo in my hair as he pressed his fingertips on my scalp and neck. It was so soothing and erotic at the same time. He was definitely enjoying running the soapy sponge over my body, making sure to wash every nook and cranny thoroughly.
My soapy hand washed him as his lips kissed me passionately. I let my mouth drink from the shower water on his chest before I knelt down in front of him. My eyes flickered up to watch his face express his pleasure.
His fingers tangled in my wet hair as I tightened my grip. I was so turned on just hearing him moan I wanted to finish him off where he stood.
Ryan grabbed my wrists and stood me up. “Let’s get out of here,” he said.
I handed a towel to him and wrapped another one around my body. He didn’t bother to dry off. He dropped the towel on the floor and guided me back to the sink.
“Have a seat.” He smirked, assisting me onto the bathroom counter.
He dropped to his knees and slid me to the edge; his hands pushed my thighs apart. I felt his tongue first, followed by a surge of pleasure. His fingers held me open as he buried his face into my body. He pressed my legs back further. I ran my hands through his wet hair as he devoured me.
The heat inside my center reached its breaking point and I felt like an explosion took place right in the core of my being. Each additional flick of his tongue sent shockwave after shockwave through my entire body out to the tips of my fingers and toes, and I shuddered from the ecstasy he unleashed on me. I swear I heard him chuckle ever so quietly as he kissed the inside of my thigh.
He stood up and placed himself inside me. Cool water dripped from his hair onto my chest and stomach as we moved together.
His arms held my legs apart, opening me wider. I watched his eyes squeeze shut; he was breathing hard through his open lips. Soft moans escaped from both of us.
“Ryan, let’s go back to the bed,” I gasped. I was sliding off the sink top. He lifted me up and carried me while our bodies stayed joined.
He lay me down on the edge of the bed and grabbed my ankles, placing them to rest on his shoulders. He rested his free hand on me; his thumb
landed at just the right spot, causing me to suck in a sharp breath or two. Damn, he is good! I knew a second orgasm was coming soon.
“I’m close… in or out?” he asked between strokes.
“Oh God, don’t stop,” I moaned, squeezing down on him. I felt his teeth carefully bite into my ankle. “It’s... k, stay in.”
I almost stopped breathing while I let the internal climax have at me. My back arched reflexively; my hands clenched the bed sheet.
Ryan climaxed soon after I did and I felt his body shudder as he erupted inside me. A not-so-quiet groan rolled out of his throat.
Chapter 11 – Grilled
