Kissing Stars, Kissing Skin.
( Ryland Grace x Reader. )
There is a bigger fic coming on this topic but uhhhh i just wanted to post a lil something about his scars before the angsty-er piece comes lol.
Title: Kissing Stars, Kissing Skin.
Pairing: Ryland Grace x GN! Reader.
Rating: K. ( O.K for general audiences, very FLUFFY. )
Words: 950
Summary: You find yourself awake in the middle of the night to admire Ryland, even the parts of himself that are the most vulnerable. ( BOOK SPOILERS : Ryland is a lot more scarred in the book so we're playing aorund with that. )
☆Ryland Grace Masterlist☆
Even asleep, Ryland looked tired. Not physically, not in the way exhaustion dragged at him during long days with the Eridian children. No, this was… Older than that. More solemn. Something that lingered in the creases between his brows, something buried deep beneath his smile, bad jokes and large hands. Something he didn't like people to see. And you found yourself watching him now, in the middle of the night, because you loved him too much not to.
Ryland was laying on his stomach beside you, one arm tucked beneath his pillow while the other rested lazily across the mattress, kissing the space between your bodies. Sometime during the wrestle to get comfortable, the blanket had slipped down and exposed the faded burn scars stretched across his neck, shoulder and arm. And in the dim biodome light, they almost shimmered silver against his skin.
Your chest ached softly at the sight, eyes softening. Not out of pity. God, never pity. Ryland wouldn’t want that. It was just… Love. The overwhelming kind that settled deeply and painfully between your ribs because this man… Had survived impossible things and still somehow found ways to look at life with wonder.
Carefully… So carefully that Ryland wouldn’t wake up, your fingers drifted towards his arm. You began tracing the most severe scar on his arm, one that had once been flushed strawberry red from angry, healing skin years ago and now only turned to a simmered faded cascade of white against his hot skin. It was like a memory had been imprinted on his body, leaving a piece of their soul behind for Ryland to take care of.
Ryland startled at the contact suddenly, in the same way he did when he had that sensation of falling in his sleep.
"Sorry..." You whispered, trailing your hands up to his shoulder before leaving his body completely. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
Ryland processed your voice slowly before shaking his head slightly, smushing his face deeper into the pillow with the movement as his half-lidded blue eyes peered at you with tired adoration. His hair was sticking up in soft sleep-mussed directions, golden almost in the barely-there ambient light, and there was something unbearably gentle about the way he looked at you when he was barely awake, your heart squeezing as you met his gaze.
“No…” He mumbled cutely, voice rough with exhaustion. “They… don’t hurt anymore. Sorta numb sometimes, but that’s… normal…”
The words slurred together at the edges as Ryland’s eyes drooped further, threatening to crest shut again. You took this as your chance to shuffle in closer across the small space between your bodies, blankets rustling softly around your legs and let your lips fall to his skin like they belonged there. Just a gentle kiss to his shoulder, right where the burn scar tapered toward his neck and disappeared beneath the collar of his shirt before climbing the nape of his hairline. You lingered and Ryland could feel the expanse of your breath against him which caused a small shiver to run down his spine.
"They look like constellations in the light, you know." Your voice was nothing more than a hushed whisper he felt drawn to as you murmured against the raised skin.
Ryland stuttered a breath in at that. Then, the atmosphere got quiet. Not in the tense, stuffy way but in the way that felt like your blonde lover was drifting somewhere far from the room for just a moment. Your fingers remained careful against Ryland’s heated skin, tracing the uneven path of old damage with enough tender love that if so chose, he could lean away if it was unwanted.
But… Ryland wanted it.
He needed it.
He inched closer, the mattress shifted softly beneath you as his large body rolled just enough to tuck himself against your side, his cheek brushing your shoulder while your thumb sought to continue a path along the pale scar crossing his upper arm and forearm. His skin was warm from sleep, just enough that you could feel the intense heat of him even through the thinner fabric of your shirt and he let out the faintest sigh when your fingers smoothed along his scars again.
Your sleepy eyes admired them and how in the almost greyish-blue light seeping in through the windows of the room, the marks really did resemble galaxies scattering over him. Just jagged little misplacements of the Heavens. Thin silver streaks disappearing beneath freckles and golden hair like the stars being swallowed by clouds. Proof he survived something bigger than himself and somehow remained as perfect as before.
The silence was breathing around you soothingly, filled with the distant hum of the biodome life support system and Ryland’s sleepy inhales and exhales against your skin, burning your senses in the best way possible. His pretty blue eyes fell shut again somewhere along the quiet, lashes resting softly against flushed cheeks while exhaustion pulled him in inch by inch. One of his hands drifted across the blanket lazily until his long fingers found the fabric near your waist, loosely curling there.
“Go back to sleep, star man.” You whispered gently for Ryland, his mouth twitching into the faintest drowsy smile at the cute nickname as your heart fluttered and only a second later, the scientist melted fully against you, breathing evening out as sleep finally pulled him under again.
Ryland's shoulders gradually lost their tension beneath your hand until all that remained was warmth and trust. You brushed your graze once more over the faded marks on his arm before craning your head down and pressing a soft kiss against his temple where the last faded scar rested.
dare i say i think ryland would go absolutely feral if you called him sir teasingly, like you're being a brat, he tells you off and you suddenly whip out the 'sorry, sir' paired with eye rolling and a sarcastic tone?? i HEAVILY fw the idea of brat tamer ryland and how you'd keep pushing and pushing until he gives you a look that basically says you're done for
ugh i'm drowning in a puddle of my own drool at the thought of him crossing his arms over his chest as he waits for you to stop being a brat
Oh. OH.
So yes of course absolutely brat tammer professor ryland energy yes.
Imagine standing in the door way and you're being a little shit and he's got his arms folded while leaning on the frame and then—
"You done yet sweetheart?"
"Meh meh meh yeah whatever sorry sir"
Something in this man genuinely flicks into a mode you've NEVER seen before and he suddenly lunges to plant a hand at your throat and push you back into the bedroom with a hard wordless slam of his foot kicking the door shut.
ohh the look in his eyes as he's shoving you back against the bed is so stone cold you're terrified you genuinely fucked up. Then he's leaning down to whisper with a strained voice:
idk if ur taking requests so if not, feel free to ignore this. however, imagine if ryland was exhausted, so he just scoops up reader while their in the middle of something and the scientist just goes goes ok naptime! and since he hasn’t made his bed in a few days from being so invested in research that it looks like a nest and reader’s just like ok nap time ig
the concept of sleepy ryland is giving me actual heart eyes. he’s so cutie. thank you for this request <3
Sleepy Sunday: ryland grace x gn!reader fluff
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It's 3:32pm on a rainy Sunday in San Francisco. The windows of the tiny apartment you share with Ryland are all fogged up, making the place feel even more cozy.
Ryland is in the living room watching a documentary about space. He is halfway asleep, leaned back with his arms behind his head just as he always is before he nods off. He's wearing a pair of pajama pants and a cable knit sweater that your grandma knit him for Christmas last year.
You're in the kitchen, sitting at the head of the table with your legs stretched out, feet resting on the seat of the chair next to yours, reading a book. A fresh cup of tea sits on the table in front of you, steam still rising off its surface.
It's been a lazy Sunday. The smell of laundry detergent fills the house, the last load, your bedding, is finally finishing up in the dryer.
You hear Ryland groan and yawn from the living room, he's right on schedule for his Sunday afternoon nap.
He turns the TV volume down a smidge, another telltale sign that he's about to slip away.
But just as you turn to the next page of your book, you hear the cushions crinkle and the floorboards creak as he rises to his feet. You smile as you hear his footsteps trailing closer to the kitchen.
Your turn your head to the doorway as he enters and your heart explodes when you see him.
He's standing there, holding his glasses in his left hand hand as the other come up to rub his right eye. He smiles softly at you, then pouts.
"Mm so tired," he whines, his pouty lips never disappearing as he speaks.
"Go take a nap, honey," you hum in response, looking back at your book.
He huffs dramatically. You know what he wants and you turn your face away to crack a silent laugh.
He moves toward you, sock-clad feet dragging the floor as he shuffles over to you. You roll your eyes as he comes up behind your chair and wraps his arm around your shoulders.
He drops his head down to rest his chin on your right shoulder, pressing his cheek into yours.
His hands move to take your book from your grip and close it before placing it down on the table.
"Rylandddd," you groan.
He kisses your face sloppily, arms moving to pull your chair far away from the table.
"You are a grown man! Go take a nap on your own," you grumble, struggling to stay stern as he moves to walk in front of you.
He shakes his head, still pouting, and reaches down to scoop you up. Your arms come up and wrap around his neck, legs locking around his waist as he adjusts his hands to hold beneath your thighs.
He carries you off to his bedroom without another word. His sheets are freshly washed, all soft and fresh as he lays you down.
He strips off his sweater, leaving himself in his silly "I had potential" t-shirt, then he take his glasses off and leaves them on the nightstand.
Finally, he lays down next to you, pulling you close and wrapping you up completely in his arms.
He hums in satisfaction as he pulls the covers up to cover both of your bodies.
Your face is nuzzled into the crook of his neck and you think to yourself that he's just so warm. So soft and warm, like he always is.
You have never felt safer, and you don't think you ever will.
"Ryland," you whisper, hoping he hasn't fallen asleep yet.
"Shhhh," he replies, convinced you are going to tell him you want to get out of bed.
"I love you," you whisper, pressing a kiss to the junction of his neck and shoulder.
"I love you more," he rasps.
And you stay like this for hours, legs tangled in each other's, the fresh smell of laundry detergent wafting through the room, fog clinging to the windows.
Nothing is better than a sleepy Sunday with your lover.
Written on my computah! I hope you enjoyed the capitalization for a change ;3
Summary: Your first date with Ryland was a disaster. At least he thinks so. And he believes that he absolutely must make up for it at the end of the night. After all, he desperately wants a second date so… he apologises for being such a chaotic date in the only way he knows how. And hopes that it works.
a/n: blond man with the fluffy hair and nerdy glasses so fine he got me out of ‘retirement’
The date went horribly.
According to him at least.
You hadn’t made up an excuse, or had a fake emergency phone call at any point that got you out of dinner. But Ryland knew he’d fucked it up tonight. He was genuinely surprised that you stayed till the end. It was a simple date, nothing too fancy. And yet he believed he had ruined your night by yapping your ears off. He talked about everything and nothing all at once. His kids at school, his classes, his new research, all of it and more.
He was a little embarrassed now upon realising that he’d been talking so much the whole night, rarely ever stopping. And he was so certain you’d never want to talk or even text him again. But then you asked him if he wanted to walk you home.
Ryland agreed a little too quickly. Then he felt embarrassed again. But you just laughed at his awkward little mumbles as he tried to play it cool.
The whole walk he promised himself he’d finally ask you questions and let you do the talking. But he ended up going off on yet another random tangent about why physical laws even exist at all. In his defense, your follow-up questions were so engaging that he felt like he could keep this conversation going forever.
Before Ryland knew it, you were both standing on the steps leading to your front porch. With the soft golden light like a halo all around you, Ryland knew in that moment that you were the most stunning woman he had ever and will ever meet. And he felt even worse about the evening.
He couldn’t keep it in anymore. So he rambled on.
“I’m sorry,” He said, followed quickly by, “I know I’ve been a– a mess. I am a mess.” He repeated and carried on talking. “I really wanted tonight to go well and I ruined everything by talking so much. About school, about my research, about my students and work and– and I didn’t even ask you anything about yourself, or where you are from. I barely even let you speak. Or tell me anything about yourself. On top of that I’m wearing this stupid shirt. That’s not even the worst part. I didn’t let you speak. Can you believe that? I went on a date with the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever met and I didn’t even ask her where she was born. All I know is that you moved here, but I mean–,”
You cut him off by gently grabbing him by the collars of his blazer and pulling him in for a kiss. He wasn’t expecting it so Ryland was stunned for a second or two. Then he finally kissed you back, his arms instinctively finding themselves around your waist, pulling you into his warm chest.
Fuck, he thought to himself, it felt nice to have his arms around you.
When you pulled away, Ryland was still a little stunned. All he did was blink at you with his clear blue ocean eyes. He quickly reached up and adjusted his glasses which slid down his nose. But he said nothing. He just stared down at you.
You kept your hands around his shoulders, looking down quickly and noticed that some type of nerdy t-shirt peeked through the blazer. It only made him even more attractive. What a nerd, you thought, sighing with adoration.
“Listen here, Dr. Grace.” You teased him playfully, “I wouldn’t have agreed to go on a date with you if I didn’t like a passionate, awkward, kind of nerdy, incredibly handsome, and talkative man. Okay?” You smiled up at him.
“Okay?” He sounded just a little confused. Poor thing.
You leaned in and gave him yet another sweet kiss on the cheek. His rough stubble tickling your mouth as you did. Ryland spoke then, yet again apologising, “I’m sorry. I know that was a terrible first date. But I would really like a second one. Please, I’ll be better. I promise.” He said, giving you those sad puppy eyes. The depths of which one could write endless poems about.
“You wanna come in for a bit?” You suggested. “And maybe we can talk about that second date?” You spoke, your hands deliberately trailing down his body. From his shoulders to his chest. He was nice and tall, the right amount of lean and muscular. Lots and lots of terrain to explore.
Ryland was quiet, apparently captivated by the way your hands delicately roamed down his chest. His breathing deepened. His brain was short circuiting. All he could do was silently follow your hands and fingers as they drew random shapes all over his chest. He was certain you’d be able to feel his heart thundering inside his chest by now.
“Ryland?”
“Yeah. Yes? I’m listening.” He said, then cleared his throat. He hadn’t been listening.
Fuck he was so adorable when nervous.
“Do you plan on lingering out on my front porch, or will you please come inside so I can kiss you like I’ve been dying to all night?”
—
Stumbling into bed with Ryland crashing into you as you fell made you feel like you were floating. Like you were on a cloud and everything was perfect. Ryland was almost as giddy as you were. His touch was gentle, and a little hesitant. He waited for a greenlight from you each time his touch and kisses got more and more heated. He’d do that thing where he’d reach for you, but then look at you over his glasses to see if it was okay, then he’d proceed enthusiastically.
It made you all warm and fuzzy inside each time he did that.
Contrary to what Ryland thought, you would say you had a great night. Nice food with a gorgeous, intelligent man who was gentle and kind and cared about his job and the environment. Who also happened to be a passionate speaker, and who spent the whole night entertaining you with his silly stories and elaborate scientific theories and more. What bliss!
“We can slow down,” Ryland said, in between steamy kisses, “If you want.” Another quick kiss. “We can watch a movie, or–,” He cut himself off by kissing you harder, pulling you closer. “We don’t have to, I mean I want to, but it’s not like I’m expecting you to–,”
“Ryland. Shut up and kiss me.”
“Okay.”
When you finally got him out of his blazer, you had to take a moment and giggle over his dorky t-shirt. One with a giant cat sitting on the Golden Gate Bridge. He looked down and let out a dramatic sigh.
“Please tell me you have another one of these.” You said, already working to get him out of the t-shirt.
“I… I do.” He sounded defeated as he tossed his shirt over his head, messing up his glasses.
“Good,” You fixed his glasses for him before you climbed onto his lap as he sat on the edge of your bed. Looking glorious, even more so than before now that he was shirtless, just in his jeans. “Because you’re leaving this one right here. For me.” You laughed when he tried to hide his face into the crook of your neck.
“You can keep it.” His voice sounded all muffled as he spoke into your neck. Then he pulled away and looked up, his rough cheek tickling your skin in the process again. “As long as I get to take you out on another date.”
When you smiled and nodded at him, before leaning in and kissing him deeply, Ryland felt like the world around him had gotten a little brighter.
And he kissed you back with equal excitement, flipping you around and laying you down in bed as he hovered above you. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“It is a ‘yes’, Dr. Grace.” You confirmed, reaching to touch his face.
Ryland smiled and said, “Well then I better make up for tonight’s disaster.” He leaned down and kissed your neck. “I’m sorry again, I keep rambling anytime I have the chance.” He kissed further down your neck as he spoke. “Shut me up next time. Tell me to shut up. Please.”
You giggled as he kissed and carefully bit your skin along your collarbones, making you arch your back, pressing your body further into him. “I will.” You spoke, then gasped in pleasure and surprise when you felt Ryland’s warm hands on your inner thighs.
He pulled away from your neck and looked down at you, “Are you okay, baby? Is this okay?” He asked in a hushed tone, keeping his hands right where they were on your skin.
“Yes.” You whispered, then gasped again when he dove back in to kiss your neck while his hands caressed your thighs, massaging them gently. Almost lovingly. His touch was so slow in fact that you were getting more and more desperate the longer he took to touch you where you craved him the most. “Ryland?” You couldn’t take it anymore. He hadn’t even gotten you out of your dress yet. Meanwhile he was shirtless, all that body on display and torturing you.
“Hmm?” He looked up at you. Mouth mere inches off your skin.
You almost groaned at how he genuinely seemed to have no idea how badly you wanted him. “Please stop teasing me.” You began lowering the shoulder straps of your dress all by yourself. You needed him. Now.
But Ryland stopped you by carefully seizing your wrists and pinning them above your head. He did it so smoothly too. “Now, when did I say you could do that?” He whispered against your open mouth. “Hmm? Did I ask you to do that?”
You shook your head, looking up into his gorgeous eyes and wondering where that dominant tone came from. You weren’t complaining. Quite the contrary. “No. You didn’t.”
He nodded slowly. “That’s right. I said I was gonna make it up to you, didn’t I? Well, I am. So let me take my time. Okay, baby? I know you want it. I can feel it. You think I can’t tell how wet you are by the way you’re drenching my hand.” For emphasis, he pressed his fingers in between your legs, pressing against your very wet, very thin underwear. “Hmm? You think I can’t tell?”
“Ryland, please…” You whimpered when you realised he was purposely messing with you. And who knows for how long he intended to do that.
“Oh poor you.” He teased, leaning closer until your warm breaths mingled. “I’m gonna take care of you, don’t you worry. Just let me take my time. I’ve got you. I know what you want, and I’m gonna give it to you. Just… let me. Can you do that for me, baby?” He kissed the corner of your mouth, making you whimper again, “Can you let me take my time with you?”
“Fuck…” You mumbled. “Yes. Yes, please. Just… I need you to touch me, Ryland. Please.” You begged.
“I’ve got you. Don’t worry.”
He took his time in sliding the straps of your dress down your shoulders, dragging the soft fabric down your body, leaving you more and more naked and exposed under him.
“So beautiful.” He mumbled to himself as his kisses followed the fabric of the dress lowering down your torso.
You shivered once he left your dress bunched around your waist carelessly, not fully undressing you. It wasn’t just because of the slightly cold air that you shivered. It was because of how intensely Ryland was staring at you. His glasses had slid down that perfect nose yet again, he didn’t adjust it this time. And somehow it made him look even hotter.
Fuck. Being so attracted to a man’s glasses’ placement has to be a more worrying issue. But you didn’t care. All you cared about was needing his hands on you.
By the time Ryland finally got to actually touching you, you were a whimpering, panting, needy mess. Just writhing under him. Your brain all foggy. Your body aching with desire.
But he was such a fucking tease it was driving you insane.
He kissed down your exposed torso, your hips, your thighs, whispering, “Look at you, huh? So needy.” He kissed right above your clit, his warm breath making your body come alive. “Is this what you want? You want me to make you feel good? Huh, baby? Talk to me, come on. Use your words.”
You weren’t sure if you’d sound coherent if you spoke but you tried your best. “Yes, please. Ryland… make it feel good.”
“I will.” He whispered, as his hands spread your legs and you felt his mouth right on top of you. Hungry. Seeking. Wanting. His warm tongue licked along your slit, his hands spreading your thighs even further apart to give him better access.
It was rare to find a man who knew what he was doing down there. Especially with his mouth. But Ryland surprised you yet again with that skilled tongue of his. Your hand moved lazily, fingers sliding easily into his luscious, silky soft hair, messing it up even more than it already was.
You felt like your body was melting under his touch. His hands rubbing your thighs adoringly while his mouth drove you insane. He was good at making you cry out in pleasure. His tongue, skilled and soft against your wet folds. His lips with the right amount of suction on your clit.
You held yourself up for a moment, your elbows digging into your mattress as you looked down at him. All that golden skin, that faint layer of sweat all over him… he looked divine.
Then there were those eyes…
Even through his glasses you could see the spark in them. You saw how they lit up each time you let out a higher pitch moan, or each time your fingers tugged on his hair, scratching his scalp so good he even let out a moan himself while he ate you out.
“Fuck. Ryland.” You cried out, writhing under him as he pushed his tongue deeper into you. Teasing you with the softest, deliberate licks. You couldn’t look away then. His stare was intense, giving you chills despite the heat inside you rising like never before.
He smirked then. The sound of his name leaving your mouth so desperately gave him such a rush. It drove him crazy. “Oh, you like that, huh?” He whispered, his rough stubble brushing against your skin, rough against your inner thighs. He slowly brought a finger up to your clit, sliding it agonisingly slowly down your slit, parting your wet folds. “What about this? You like this? You sound like you do.” He paused for a second, slid a finger inside you, stroking your walls gently while he placed his mouth back on your clit for a taste and said, “You sure taste like you do.” His tongue slowly circled your throbbing clit, then down, parting your wet folds with ease.
Ryland had you coming undone all over his tongue in no time. His deep blue eyes watched you in awe and how you lost control under his touch, legs shaking as he teased your clit and finger-fucked your ever so gently.
With his arms keeping you pinned to the mattress and unable to escape, he was so quick to figure out what worked and what didn’t. What made you squeeze his head in between your thighs and what made your back arch. What made you tug on his hair harder because he loved that and what made you breathless.
“Come for me.” He whispered, before latching his mouth onto your pussy. Devouring you. His tongue moved in a way that made you lose control.
You were gasping for air, moaning his name, wanting more, and more, and more… You came hard, all over his tongue, your walls clenching violently around his finger, your moans and gasps of pleasure filled the room.
Ryland finally let go of your shaky legs and kissed his way up your body, hovering above you again. He stared deep into your eyes. You couldn’t, no matter how hard you tried, look away from his pink, glistening lips. His hair was definitely messier now that you’d been so rough with it. You slid your hands back into his hair, massaging his scalp a little.
Ryland closed his eyes for a moment, savouring your touch. Then opened his eyes again and asked, “Are you okay?”
You nodded, looking up at him. “I liked that.” You murmured, giddy with pleasure.
Ryland smiled down at you. “I know you did. Pretty sure I have scratches all over my neck. Gonna have to wear some turtlenecks to work for a day or two.”
You both laughed.
Then you asked, “Can I touch you now?” Your hands were already reaching down for his belt. He nodded, but you were already undoing his buckle as you pushed Ryland down on the bed next to you and got on top of him, straddling his lap. The rough denim brushing against your bare thighs.
Ryland reached out to touch your face, caressing your cheek tenderly. “You can do whatever you want.”
So you did. In no time you were in between his legs, ass up in the air, with his cock in your mouth.
Ryland had that pleading look on his face, groaning as you took him into your mouth as much as you could. “Fuck, look at you.” He whispered, still caressing your face lovingly as your tongue teased him in the best ways. “Keep your eyes on me, baby. I like how you look at me.”
He held your head gently, in that same adoring manner you were starting to get used to, and watched you intently with parted pink lips, gasping in pleasure, as you took him. “There we go.” He said, “You’re so good at this, aren’t you?” His voice was so gentle. “You’ve been wanting to do that for a while, huh?”
You held his stare and nodded.
Ryland was so gentle with you. Even as his gasps and moans got louder and louder.
“Fuck.” He swore. “You want more, baby?” He lifted his hips up slowly, he held your head gently and pushed himself deeper into your mouth. “Yeah? Is that what you wanted?”
You squeezed your eyes shut, breathing through your nose, taking him in until he hit the back of your throat. You felt all of him, his smooth skin, his raw taste, and you couldn’t get enough. Your fingers clawed at his thighs through his jeans as he groaned and grunted, filling your mouth.
“Oh fuck.” He swore again. “God damn it, baby, slow down.” His voice cracked as he grunted while also moving his hips, shoving his cock deeper into your mouth and helping you swallow more and more of him. His head tilted back, his lips parted as he gasped for air while you moved your mouth up and down his cock. And he looked glorious while he lost control. Those damn glasses almost falling off his face.
You teased him as much as you could, but he soon began begging for you to stop.
“Come on,” He pleaded. “I can’t come yet, baby please.”
Followed by more pleas.
“Please, I really wanna fuck you.”
“Oh my god, please slow down.”
“Please don’t make me come yet.”
“Slow down, baby.”
All said in a desperate hiss.
You weren’t ready for the whimpers that followed his pleas. And you almost gave in and made him come because his moans and whimpers were so damn hot, but then you slowed to a stop. Pulling away and straddling him again.
Ryland did his best to catch his breath before flipping you two around, pinning you into the mattress again. Yet he was still panting as he looked down at you, his warm breath mingling with yours. “Had your fun?” He asked, using that playful, stern tone from earlier again.
He sounded so different from the man who was whimpering just a minute earlier.
You nodded, giggling, and clearly still riding that high from earlier. “You’re so hot when you beg.”
Ryland let out a little laugh as he leaned in to kiss your nose. Then the corner of your mouth, then along your jaw, and down your neck. “Can I make you feel good again now? Hmm? Can I please fuck you, baby?”
You whined before answering, your back arching already. “Yes, Ryland.”
“Well spread your legs then,” He made you laugh again with his sudden, straightforward demand.
But you obeyed quickly. Ryland cradled your head in his hands, holding you so tenderly as if he thought you were fragile.
“I’ve got you.” He said, as he held your stare, slowly sliding inside of you, both of you moaning softly as he went.
“Ryland…” You hissed in pleasure, unable to look away from his gorgeous blue eyes.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” He whispered, nothing but desire and love in his eyes. He leaned in again, whispering against the corner of your open mouth, “Where have you been all my life, huh?”
You felt his cock stretching you, filling you up. Every thick inch of him sliding into your tight cunt. “Oh fuck, Ryland…” You gasped.
“I know, baby. I know.” He said, pressing his forehead to yours. He held you close as he moved his hips.
“You… you feel so good.” You could feel your eyes tearing up at how snug he felt inside you.
“I know.” He almost whimpered again.
He pulled away to watch you. Ryland held your stare as he reached down to grab your legs and wrapped them around his waist. He looked down to where your bodies connected, he watched his cock slowly moving in and out of you then leaned down to give you a messy kiss, swallowing your desperate moans in the process.
“That’s it, baby. Let me in.” He whispered.
You couldn’t help your loud moans as he moved his hips expertly. You thanked whoever or whatever taught him how to do that. You could feel your walls clenching around him as he sped up and pounded into you.
You felt all of him stretching you, filling you up, moving rapidly in and out of you until he was all you could focus on. His eyes remained fixed on yours. Ocean blue, now familiar.
“You feel so good…” He whispered, pounding into you relentlessly, his hand instinctively wrapping around your throat as he bent down to bite your lower lip and tug on it. “So perfect for me. My pretty girl.”
His voice was driving you insane. You moaned at how perfect his lean body felt against yours, his weight pressing down on you. His slight stubble tickled your skin as he moved. And you slid your fingers into his hair, tugging on it even more now that you knew he liked it. He probably liked it a little too much since he wouldn’t stop letting out discreet whimpers each time you gave his hair a slightly hard pull.
Your legs trembled as you wrapped them tighter around his waist. His thrusts, relentless and unbearably good. The pressure around your lower body, tight and hot.
Ryland looked down at you as you tightened around his cock. “Hey,” He spoke softly, his thumb toying with your lower lip. “Look at me.” When you did, he whispered, “Just hold on, okay? Don’t come yet. Just a little longer, baby.”
You nodded, eyes half closed, but unsure if you could. He felt so fucking good and you were right on the edge… right on that fucking edge…
He must have noticed your eyes rolling back because he spoke again.
“Come on, baby.” He pleaded again, pressing his warm forehead against yours. “I know, I know.” He reassured you. “But just hold it for me, okay? Just a minute longer, baby. I know you can do it.” He murmured. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
The tenderness and care in his voice only made you clench around him again.
“Oh look at you. You can’t even hold it a little longer.” He gave you a lazy, cocky smile, “Are you gonna come for me now?” His hand squeezed your throat just a little, making you moan even louder. He gave you a messy kiss. “Come all over my cock then, come on.”
You whimpered, unable to say anything because of how good he felt sliding in and out of you. The familiar pressure formed at your core and you whined again when his hand let go of your throat and his eager fingers found your clit, toying with it while he pounded into you mercilessly.
“That’s it.” He cooed when your moans got louder. “You’re doing so well for me, look at you. Now come, come all over me,” He whispered and that was all you needed to hear before you came undone all around him. Whimpering and back arching off the bed as you came hard around his cock, tightening around him.
Ryland kept pounding into you as your orgasm washed over you, your walls squeezing him violently. Your body trembling under his intense gaze. You felt his thrust becoming irregular, and felt his cock throb against your walls violently. “Fuck.” He hissed again, then groaned as he quickly pulled out just in time and came all over your thighs.
You whined and whimpered as you felt his cum drip down your thighs.
“Fuck…” You whined as you caught your breath.
“Come here,” He whispered as pulled out and he laid down beside you, pulling you into his damp, but warm chest for a cuddle. You curled up against him in no time.
He panted, still catching his breath. “I think you deserve the t-shirt.”
You chuckled, still lust-drunk. “I think you deserve a second date.”
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