into his hair, and he could feel pressure of her fingertips against his scalp, urging him on.
He dipped lower, tracing a circle around her navel with the tip of his tongue, and discovered the ticklish spot on her side that made her wriggle and giggle.
He liked having her laughing on the bed with him.
But he wanted more than just laughter. He wanted her sighing with pleasure and murmuring his name. He wanted to give her a birthday present that she was really going to remember.
He slid one hand between her thighs, stroking them apart, and skated a fingertip lazily across her clitoris.
Just as he’d wanted, she gasped his name. He did it again, and her voice was a little breathier. A third time, and she was practically inarticulate, giving soft little murmurs of pleasure.
He pushed one finger into her; she felt warm and wet and so ready for him, just as he was ready to bury himself deep inside her.
And then he stilled.
“Condom,” he said. “We need a condom.” And he didn’t have one. He wasn’t the kind of guy to keep one in his wallet just on the off-chance; he never had slept around, even when he was younger, and his ex had been on the Pill.
Her eyes opened and she stared at him. “I don’t have one. How stupid is that?” She looked dismayed. “I’m a family doctor and I don’t even have a condom in my doctor’s bag. That’s… that’s so…” She shook her head, clearly cross with herself.
“I don’t have one, either,” he said, rocking back on his haunches. “Because I wasn’t expecting this to happen.”
“Me neither. I – um – guess this is where…” She trailed off, looking awkward and embarrassed.
“Actually,” he said softly, “this is where the birthday girl isn’t going to be disappointed. We just have to do something else.” He kissed her again, then slowly worked his way down her body, touching and kissing and licking until she was tilting her hips toward him again.
He knelt between her thighs and drew his tongue along the length of her sex.
She gave a little needy moan of pleasure, and he did it again. And again, until her breathing had quickened. Then he set to work on her clitoris, varying the speed and pressure of his tongue against her skin. Her hands were back in his hair again, and she was rocking her pelvis against him.
*
As Rachel’s climax hit her, her world dissolved into sparkles. She cried out, wanting to say his name but unable to form more than a gasp of pleasure.
Then he shifted to lie beside her and held her close.
“Ryan, I…”
He kissed the words away from her mouth. “There’s no need to say anything,” he said softly.
Rachel was faintly shocked to taste herself on his lips, and it made her feel ridiculously shy with him. She buried her face in his shoulder. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“Yes, I did.”
“Then I, um, need to return the favor.”
“No, you don’t.” He smiled at her. “It’s your birthday. In my book that gets you a free pass.”
It was against all her principles, all her sense of fairness. “But…”
He stopped her with a fingertip pressed to her lips and sighed. “Stay here. I’ll be back in a minute.”
“The bathroom’s next door if you need it.” She felt her face flaming with embarrassment and shame. She really hadn’t thought this through. Although technically they’d been at school together, she hardly knew the man. Before today, she’d only met him just once as an adult – and yet she’d ended up in bed with him.
She’d just had sex with a man who’d been bought for her by her friends.
She groaned.
How pathetic was that?
And what did she do now? Get dressed?
Though Ryan hadn’t pulled on so much as his boxer shorts when he’d walked out of her bedroom. His nakedness hadn’t bothered him at all.
She curled up into a ball, in an agony of indecision, and still hadn’t come to any conclusions about what to do when he returned carrying a tray of coffee, cream, sugar and
He dipped lower, tracing a circle around her navel with the tip of his tongue, and discovered the ticklish spot on her side that made her wriggle and giggle.
He liked having her laughing on the bed with him.
But he wanted more than just laughter. He wanted her sighing with pleasure and murmuring his name. He wanted to give her a birthday present that she was really going to remember.
He slid one hand between her thighs, stroking them apart, and skated a fingertip lazily across her clitoris.
Just as he’d wanted, she gasped his name. He did it again, and her voice was a little breathier. A third time, and she was practically inarticulate, giving soft little murmurs of pleasure.
He pushed one finger into her; she felt warm and wet and so ready for him, just as he was ready to bury himself deep inside her.
And then he stilled.
“Condom,” he said. “We need a condom.” And he didn’t have one. He wasn’t the kind of guy to keep one in his wallet just on the off-chance; he never had slept around, even when he was younger, and his ex had been on the Pill.
Her eyes opened and she stared at him. “I don’t have one. How stupid is that?” She looked dismayed. “I’m a family doctor and I don’t even have a condom in my doctor’s bag. That’s… that’s so…” She shook her head, clearly cross with herself.
“I don’t have one, either,” he said, rocking back on his haunches. “Because I wasn’t expecting this to happen.”
“Me neither. I – um – guess this is where…” She trailed off, looking awkward and embarrassed.
“Actually,” he said softly, “this is where the birthday girl isn’t going to be disappointed. We just have to do something else.” He kissed her again, then slowly worked his way down her body, touching and kissing and licking until she was tilting her hips toward him again.
He knelt between her thighs and drew his tongue along the length of her sex.
She gave a little needy moan of pleasure, and he did it again. And again, until her breathing had quickened. Then he set to work on her clitoris, varying the speed and pressure of his tongue against her skin. Her hands were back in his hair again, and she was rocking her pelvis against him.
*
As Rachel’s climax hit her, her world dissolved into sparkles. She cried out, wanting to say his name but unable to form more than a gasp of pleasure.
Then he shifted to lie beside her and held her close.
“Ryan, I…”
He kissed the words away from her mouth. “There’s no need to say anything,” he said softly.
Rachel was faintly shocked to taste herself on his lips, and it made her feel ridiculously shy with him. She buried her face in his shoulder. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“Yes, I did.”
“Then I, um, need to return the favor.”
“No, you don’t.” He smiled at her. “It’s your birthday. In my book that gets you a free pass.”
It was against all her principles, all her sense of fairness. “But…”
He stopped her with a fingertip pressed to her lips and sighed. “Stay here. I’ll be back in a minute.”
“The bathroom’s next door if you need it.” She felt her face flaming with embarrassment and shame. She really hadn’t thought this through. Although technically they’d been at school together, she hardly knew the man. Before today, she’d only met him just once as an adult – and yet she’d ended up in bed with him.
She’d just had sex with a man who’d been bought for her by her friends.
She groaned.
How pathetic was that?
And what did she do now? Get dressed?
Though Ryan hadn’t pulled on so much as his boxer shorts when he’d walked out of her bedroom. His nakedness hadn’t bothered him at all.
She curled up into a ball, in an agony of indecision, and still hadn’t come to any conclusions about what to do when he returned carrying a tray of coffee, cream, sugar and
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