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nothing I could
do: there was no way I could get myself to stop Ryan’s hands from
working their magic.
He squeezed my breast.
It was almost painful, it felt so good. I turned my face towards him.
His lips again met mine, but this time, he parted them with his
tongue, and slowly began to kiss and suck me as he played with the
rest of my body. I groaned against him. But he hadn’t yet touched
me between my legs. I wanted him so badly it hurt. My body kept
bucking for his hand to reach down and bring me to full satisfaction.
At last, he began to
press with his thumb against my spot. Even through the dense denim,
it felt amazing. He kept pressing, slowly and gently at first as I
moved beneath him. He unzipped my jeans, sliding his fingers into the
top of my panties. The anticipation of his fingers on my center was
almost too much to handle. I reached for him, wanting to give him
some pleasure, but he pushed my hand away.
“I want to see you come,” he said as he sat up and continue to titillate my center.
The way his eyes caressed my face, my body, kept me building. He
played with my clit, softly at first, and then harder. He then
surprised me as he slipped his finger into me while still massaging
my clit. Within seconds I could feel a warm sensation all over my
body. I don’t think I’ve ever been so wet.
As he increased the
pressure on my clit, he slid another finger inside of me. The
rhythmic motion of his fingers inside me, the mind-blowing
stimulation, I could feel the waves pulsing through me. As I came, I
was gasping for air. Ryan laid back down beside me, running his hand
through my hair, stroking my face.
I closed my eyes to
help me catch my breath. When I opened them, he was looking at me
with pure satisfaction and lust. He kissed me slowly again and then
went to pour us some more wine. I had accidentally knocked over the
glasses, spilling the pinot grigio all over the sand. Ryan grabbed
the bottle and poured a long sip down his throat.
“Classy,” I said
laughing. I pushed my bangs away from my face, which still burned
hot.
“Only the best for
you.” He passed me the bottle and I took a sip.
His phone rang. He
looked down at the ID. “Amy, forgive me, this is shite timing, but
I need to take this. Won’t be but a minute.” He sat up, and
immediately his tone changed as he addressed whoever was on the
phone, authoritatively giving them instructions.
As he continued to
pace, his voice stern and cold, I frowned slightly. “It’s almost
8 pm,” he muttered, more to himself than anything. “What do you
need that is so urgent you couldn’t have waited till the morning?”
I was glad I didn’t work with him and really glad I wasn’t
the person he was talking to on the other end of the phone. I’m
sure it took a lot of work to keep everyone in line, all the pieces
moving in sync, but did he need to sound so gruff?
“Yes, I’ll need all
the figures by tomorrow 7 am, sharp ,” Ryan said into the
phone. “I’m meeting with some investors, and we need to quantify
our progress, which I shouldn’t have to explain to you.” His eyes
traveled to meet mine, and softened slightly as he surveyed me.
“Listen,” he said, “I need to get off. I’m otherwise engaged
at the moment.” He ended the call without saying goodbye.
“Amy, awfully sorry.”
He sat down next to me, close enough that our thighs touched. “Way
to kill the moment, I know. This project has been turning into a bit
of a mind fuck to tell you the truth. There are so many political
entities involved, and so much money at stake, people can’t seem to
keep their shit together.” He ran his hand though his rich dark
hair. “But I can’t do everything myself. It’s too big.” It
seemed like he was talking more to himself at that moment than to me.
I pulled him towards me
by his tie and kissed him again gently on the lips. “Of course you
can’t do it all yourself. You’re talking about miles of sea
line.” I gazed out at
do: there was no way I could get myself to stop Ryan’s hands from
working their magic.
He squeezed my breast.
It was almost painful, it felt so good. I turned my face towards him.
His lips again met mine, but this time, he parted them with his
tongue, and slowly began to kiss and suck me as he played with the
rest of my body. I groaned against him. But he hadn’t yet touched
me between my legs. I wanted him so badly it hurt. My body kept
bucking for his hand to reach down and bring me to full satisfaction.
At last, he began to
press with his thumb against my spot. Even through the dense denim,
it felt amazing. He kept pressing, slowly and gently at first as I
moved beneath him. He unzipped my jeans, sliding his fingers into the
top of my panties. The anticipation of his fingers on my center was
almost too much to handle. I reached for him, wanting to give him
some pleasure, but he pushed my hand away.
“I want to see you come,” he said as he sat up and continue to titillate my center.
The way his eyes caressed my face, my body, kept me building. He
played with my clit, softly at first, and then harder. He then
surprised me as he slipped his finger into me while still massaging
my clit. Within seconds I could feel a warm sensation all over my
body. I don’t think I’ve ever been so wet.
As he increased the
pressure on my clit, he slid another finger inside of me. The
rhythmic motion of his fingers inside me, the mind-blowing
stimulation, I could feel the waves pulsing through me. As I came, I
was gasping for air. Ryan laid back down beside me, running his hand
through my hair, stroking my face.
I closed my eyes to
help me catch my breath. When I opened them, he was looking at me
with pure satisfaction and lust. He kissed me slowly again and then
went to pour us some more wine. I had accidentally knocked over the
glasses, spilling the pinot grigio all over the sand. Ryan grabbed
the bottle and poured a long sip down his throat.
“Classy,” I said
laughing. I pushed my bangs away from my face, which still burned
hot.
“Only the best for
you.” He passed me the bottle and I took a sip.
His phone rang. He
looked down at the ID. “Amy, forgive me, this is shite timing, but
I need to take this. Won’t be but a minute.” He sat up, and
immediately his tone changed as he addressed whoever was on the
phone, authoritatively giving them instructions.
As he continued to
pace, his voice stern and cold, I frowned slightly. “It’s almost
8 pm,” he muttered, more to himself than anything. “What do you
need that is so urgent you couldn’t have waited till the morning?”
I was glad I didn’t work with him and really glad I wasn’t
the person he was talking to on the other end of the phone. I’m
sure it took a lot of work to keep everyone in line, all the pieces
moving in sync, but did he need to sound so gruff?
“Yes, I’ll need all
the figures by tomorrow 7 am, sharp ,” Ryan said into the
phone. “I’m meeting with some investors, and we need to quantify
our progress, which I shouldn’t have to explain to you.” His eyes
traveled to meet mine, and softened slightly as he surveyed me.
“Listen,” he said, “I need to get off. I’m otherwise engaged
at the moment.” He ended the call without saying goodbye.
“Amy, awfully sorry.”
He sat down next to me, close enough that our thighs touched. “Way
to kill the moment, I know. This project has been turning into a bit
of a mind fuck to tell you the truth. There are so many political
entities involved, and so much money at stake, people can’t seem to
keep their shit together.” He ran his hand though his rich dark
hair. “But I can’t do everything myself. It’s too big.” It
seemed like he was talking more to himself at that moment than to me.
I pulled him towards me
by his tie and kissed him again gently on the lips. “Of course you
can’t do it all yourself. You’re talking about miles of sea
line.” I gazed out at
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