Page 23 of Babies for the Christmas Grump

I might scream the freaking building down. But even if every guest appeared to watch us, I don’t think I could stop.

“I need to taste you,” Ryder whispers, clearly loving what’s happening in my body. “Can I taste you? I want to run my tongue all over you.”

I don’t answer with words, only moans of pleasure, but that seems to be enough for Ryder. His tongue lightly grazes my clit at first, making my whole body stiffen with anticipation.

He’s teasing me, driving me over the edge, sending me wild. I need him, now.

Ryder chuckles, but before I need to scream out with frustration, he starts to devour me. He becomes an absolute madman on a mission, surging pleasure through me, causing an onslaught of bliss to absolutely shatter me.

I honestly don’t know how I’m still on my feet.

Every flick of his tongue over my clit sends me flying higher than the air. I don’t even recognize the primal sounds rolling out of me. I can’t concentrate on anything but the feel of him tasting me.

His rough, hot tongue is too much for me, I can’t get enough of it.

“Sh… shit,” I mutter, trying to express how much he’s affecting me. This is intense and powerful. It’s making me dizzy in ways that I can’t even begin to explain. This is definitely nothing that I’ve ever felt before, not even with Ryder. This is brand new. “Oh, fuck.”

I toss my head back, smacking it against the wall, but that only adds to the dizziness, to the building of the pleasure that shoots through me.

He’s about to send me tumbling over the edge and I can’t wait for it. I’d prefer to remain in this blissful moment for as longas I can to savor every single second of it. This is something I want to commit to memory forever.

But I can’t hold myself together for too long, not with this incredible man on his knees for me.

At the tip of his tongue, I lose myself completely, tumbling and falling, sinking into the glorious orgasm that’s affecting every single ounce of me. Every fiber of my being reacts to this man, wants him, craves him.

The fireworks erupt in every cell until Ryder absolutely consumes me. The knowledge that this isn’t supposed to happen knocks me sideways. Makes the pleasure that much more primal and desperate.

My knees buckle, and I feel myself sinking to them as the desire grips me. Thank goodness Ryder is on his feet in an instant with his hands tucked underneath my armpits, holding me up as he crashes his lips to mine once more.

This kiss is a little different because I can taste myself on him, and that’s oddly sexy. Not something I thought I’d want more of, but I can’t get enough.

I hook my arms around his neck to keep him with me.

“Fuck me,” I hiss in between kisses. “I need you, Ryder.”

“You haven’t had enough yet?” he asks with a smirk. I shake my head hard. He might have sated me, but I want more, so much more. “Fair enough.”

He leads my hands to his trousers, where I unzip him and free the thick, throbbing erection that’s pulsating for me.

I wrap my fingers around him, holding him and pulling him a little closer to me. I arch my back, rolling my hips toward him until finally he gets the hint.

Not that he needs much of a hint.

He’s more than keen to buck his hips and to finally bury himself deep inside of me. He presses me up against the wallhard, thrusting until he hits all the right spots. I cling to him, allowing the pleasure to erupt and explode all over again.

I don’t know how he does it, how he always manages to coax the orgasm from me, but Ryder works his magic on my body all over again.

Only this time, I’m not alone as I tip over the edge. Ryder’s body is shuddering with pleasure as well. He’s grunting and groaning through the bliss.

The orgasm consumes us both, and we sink to the floor together.

The beautiful glow of the post-orgasmic bliss sweeps us both off our feet. Neither of us can catch our breath; we’re both gasping, gripping on to one another, basking in the heat.

I don’t want this moment to end, I don’t want to lose this feeling, and most of all, I don’t want to have to face reality.

We’ve fucked up. We overstepped that line, and this time there’s no excuse. We really need to learn how to keep the hell away from one another.

“Um, we probably should move.” Ryder chuckles weakly. “Or we’ll get caught.”