She’d never seen this part of Ryan before, well, any part.. of what she was seeing. But this was different. He was smiling, and he was being nice.. cute, even. She could get used to it. Well, in strictly a …beneficial way. It just benefited towards sex, right? He was cute, that was good. She shook her head to ignore her thoughts, it didn’t matter what she was thinking. It was probably just because she was in the mood. You could think anything in the middle of sex. Afterwards she’d probably go back to being annoyed by him and wonder why the fuck she did this in the first place. Maybe.
Her head fell back, her eyes fluttering closed as his pace picked up and he continued moving in and out. She bit down on her bottom lip, trying for just a few seconds to keep herself quiet. But the more he continued, the better it felt. It was like he was the perfect size for her, like he was made to fit just her, which was weird and totally something she wouldn’t even remember thinking once this was all finished. Her lips parted as she moaned, rocking her hips up to meet his for every thrust. One hand drifted up his back, her nails digging into his skin as the other dug into the skin of his hip, as if pulling him to move faster. She felt his head move from his neck and her eyes opened slowly, surprised by seeing him looking down at her. She hadn’t had a moment like this before. She could feel him moving in and out of her as his eyes were locked with hers and something about that was so personal, and sexual, and such a damn turn on. She brought her hands to his cheeks, pulling his face down to hers, placing a soft kiss against his lips before resting her forehead against his. Her eyes closed, her breathing picking up even more if that was possible.”God…” She moaned, her hips moving faster to meet his, feeling the pressure already in her stomach once again. “Faster,” she muttered, breathing hard against his lips, feeling closer to him than she had anyone in a really long time, if at all.
He couldn’t help but notice how this bordered on strangely intimate, but maybe that was just a side effect of having sex with someone you’ve known for a while… even if they barely knew anything about each other. Still, sex made you feel things you thought you were really there. That’s why more half the people who say I love you during sex never mean it. It’s just a reaction. So just because he thought she was cute and more than appealing probably didn’t mean anything. It was just because she’d gone down on him, and he’d successfully made her feel fucking good, and that was all just playing tricks on his mind. After they were done, he’d go back to thinking straight. It was never easy when she was still underneath him, looking completely turned on and gorgeous.
He met her gaze and he felt like his whole body was on fire, the overwhelming feeling of him moving inside of her and looking down at her, and it was all enough to make him come right then. When she pulled him down for a kiss he was relieved, he wanted to push this as far as he could go, sure as hell not wanting it to end so quickly. “Shit,” he hissed, his hand pressing hard into her hip, pushing himself even farther into her. He didn’t even care anymore, and he knew it might leave bruises on her side, but right now he wasn’t worried about any of that. He couldn’t think about anything else but her, and how good he felt at this moment and never wanting it to stop. He groaned, almost missing her begging him to move faster, but he was already adjusting himself at a better angle so he could do just that. He pulled himself up, his hips moving even quicker, pounding into her, his breathing becoming totally erratic. ”God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, before he could stop it, but he’s fucking her, really fucking her and his brain doesn’t even think to feel embarrassed about it. It’s already out there, slipped out from just a passing thought he had, a normal reaction to have when screwing someone. It’s because he’s close, and he knows he won’t last much longer at this rate.