Page 114 of Moros

I blinked then laughed softly at her using the honourrific.

“Not you too.” I exclaimed, laughing harder.

She giggled.

“I want to do something with you.” Ryanne told me.

“Something?” I asked, shifted so I could curl a leg under me. “What kind of something?”

Ryanne glanced around as if looking to make sure we were alone, then slid from where she was sitting to stand between my thighs. She leaned in to kiss me—gently at first then deeper and deeper while lifting my hands to her breasts.

“Shorty, we?—”

“No talking.” She shushed me before kissing me again. “Massage then—pull—yes!”

I squeezed her hardened nipples between my fingers then tugged and twisted. So soft purr escaped her mouth, but I swallowed it in a kiss.

She dropped a palm over my crotch, and I gasped and tugged my mouth away.

“Baby, what are you doing?” I panted. “We’re in the open.”

“No one is here.” Ryanne whispered against my jawline. “It’s just you and me—responsible people are working at this hour. I won’t make it home, Khadri.”

Before I could respond, she slipped downward in front of me until she was face to face with my crotch. And while I probably should stop her, the look in her eyes pushed me the rest of the journey to losing my mind.

Setting my hands beside me, I licked my lips and nodded my permission. She smiled up at me and undid my zipper.

She barely had to stick her hand in to get my cock—it seemed to pop out, ready for whatever it was she had in mind.

This time when she took me into her mouth, there was nothing tentative about it. Her tongue swiped around the head before she pulled me in as far as her throat would allow, gagging a few times before pulling back to breathe.

Inhaling, she tried again.

This time, she breathed through her nose, her hot breath bathing me in a place I never thought another woman would want to. Fighting, I kept my hands at my side, tossed my head back and willed my hips to keep from driving up.

She moaned, gripped my thighs and sank her head down further.

My eyes crossed.

“Shit, Ryanne.” I groaned.

She added to my insanity by gently dragging her nails long my clothed skin, the insides of my thighs, up to my hips and down again.

The sounds she made told me she was having fun, that she was enjoying what she was doing to me. I needed more—I needed to give her more.

My tongue slipped out between my lips as the crave to taste her on it filled me. And while I wanted to let her have the control, I gripped her shoulders to pull her up before standing to lift her to take my place. There, I spread her thighs, went down on my knees and worshipped her in a way that I never had before.

“Khadri, please.” She clutched the back of my head. “I need you—deeper.”

She climaxed on my tongue, her juices draining down my chin and the sides of my mouth.

I realized then I love this side of her.

The side of her that spread her legs wide for me, screamed her pleasure then had absolutely no shame about coming in my mouth.

I love this darker bit of her, the bit that gripped the back of my head, held it down and rode my tongue until she trembled so violently, I had to hold her down.

But I wasn’t done.