Chapter 65: To The Bed***
Ryan carried her out of the shower like she really might collapse if he let go.
Water still dripped from her hair onto his shoulder, cool now against his skin, and Sophie’s legs stayed locked around his waist, arms loose around his neck.
The towel he’d grabbed barely covered her ass as he walked them to the bedroom. The steam followed them for a few steps, curling into the cooler air like it didn’t want to let the moment go.
He laid her down on the bed, right in the middle of the unmade sheets. The towel fell open on its own.
Sophie looked up at him, eyes still glassy from the shower, chest rising and falling fast.
Her skin was flushed pink from the hot water, hair blonde and wet, sticking to her collarbones and the tops of her tits. She looked soft and wrecked and so fucking beautiful it made something tighten in his chest.
Ryan climbed over her, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of her hips, and just looked for a second. No rush now. The shower had been heat and steam and primal need. This felt different – deeper, like they had time.
"You good?" he asked, voice low, brushing a strand of wet hair off her cheek.
Sophie nodded, then shook her head once, smiling that small, tired smile. "I’m... a lot. But yeah. Don’t stop."
He leaned down and kissed her slow, no teeth, just lips and tongue and the taste of her.
Her hands came up to his back, sliding over the damp skin there, pulling him closer until his chest pressed against hers.
The sheets were cool under her, a sharp contrast to how warm she still was from the shower.
Ryan took his time, kissing down her neck, across her collarbone, sucking lightly at the spot he knew made her shiver. When he reached her tits he took one nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling slow while his hand kneaded the other, thumb brushing back and forth until she arched up into him with a soft moan.
"Ryan..." Her fingers threaded through his hair, holding on.
He kept going lower, kissing down her stomach, hands spreading her thighs wide.
She was still slick from the shower and from how turned on she’d been all morning – pussy swollen and glistening. He settled between her legs and licked a long, slow stripe up her center, tasting her properly for the first time today. Sophie’s hips jerked, a broken little sound escaping her throat.
"Oh fuck..."
He skipped the tease. He ate her out like he had all morning to do it – long, flat licks, then sucking her clit gently, two fingers sliding inside her easy and curling up against that spot that always made her lose it.
The sheets bunched under her fists.
Her thighs tried to close around his head but he held them open, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh while he worked her steady and deep.
Water from her hair kept dripping onto the pillow, mixing with the sweat starting to bead on her skin again.
She came like that – quiet at first, then louder, thighs trembling, pussy pulsing around his fingers while she gasped his name over and over.
He didn’t stop until the last wave rolled through her and she was pushing weakly at his shoulders, oversensitive and breathing hard.
When he finally crawled back up her body she looked wrecked in the best way – eyes half-lidded, lips parted, chest heaving. Ryan kissed her, letting her taste herself on his tongue, and she moaned into his mouth, hands sliding down to grip his cock.
He was hard again, thick and ready, the head already slick.
Sophie pushed at his chest until he rolled onto his back.
She climbed on top without a word, straddling his hips, knees sinking into the mattress on either side.
The morning light coming through the window caught her from behind, outlining every curve – wet hair falling over one shoulder, tits full and heavy, nipples still tight. She wrapped her hand around him, stroked once, twice, then lined him up and sank down slow.
They both groaned when he bottomed out.
"God, you feel so deep like this," she breathed, hands braced on his chest as she started rolling her hips in slow, grinding circles. She wasn’t bouncing yet – just feeling him, letting her body adjust, eyes locked on his the whole time.
Ryan’s hands found her waist, thumbs stroking the soft skin there.
She begun.
Sophie started slow, lifting up until just the head was inside her, then sliding back down with a wet, filthy sound.
Her tits bounced gently with every drop.
She leaned forward, hair falling around them like a curtain, and kissed him while she rode – deep, messy kisses that matched the rhythm of her hips.
Then she sat up straighter, hands on his chest again, and picked up the pace. Bouncing now, ass slapping against his thighs, taking him harder, deeper. The wet sounds filled the bedroom, mixing with her moans and the creak of the bed.
"Fuck, Sophie... look at you," he said, voice rough. One hand slid up to cup her tit, squeezing, thumb rolling her nipple. "So pretty when you’re on top like this."
She moaned louder at the praise, grinding down hard on every downstroke, clit rubbing against his pelvis.
Her head fell back, eyes closing, lips parted. Ryan could feel her getting close again already – walls fluttering around him, thighs starting to shake.
But then her rhythm faltered.
She slowed, still moving but gentler, almost thoughtful. Her eyes opened and found his. The bratty fire from earlier was gone. What was left looked vulnerable in a way she rarely let show.
"That photo," she said quietly, still rocking on him slow and deep. "The kiss. Everyone’s talking about it. Comments, tags, the whole thing."
Ryan’s hands stilled on her hips but he didn’t pull away. He kept her right there, connected, looking up at her while she kept moving.
"Yeah?" he said, gentle but steady.