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“Ryan?” Karina asked, her voice breathless and a little rougher than usual. She shivered, arching a little in Ryan’s lap, pressing closer to him, and he hissed, one hand sliding over her ass. She smiled, angling her hips and pressing against the firm heat of him in his jeans, and laughed a little when his answering Princess? hitched in the middle. “Ryan, I want you to take me to bed.”
Ryan stilled for a moment, then leaned back just enough to meet her eyes. Karina could feel a growing warmth in her cheeks that had nothing to do with their kisses and owed very little even to the way Ryan’s hands felt on her, or his body against hers, beneath hers.
She was sure, though - as she hadn’t been the first time she had impulsively suggested they go to bed together, head spinning and body hot and eager for more; it had been deeply embarrassing at the time but she was glad Ryan had slowed her down and really asked, made her think - and she was ready to assure Ryan of it, this time.
“Take you to bed, hm?” Ryan asked instead, and Karina blinked. Ryan’s hands slid over her hips and thighs - slow enough to be appreciating every bit of her he stroked, and she grinned, arching her hips and tensing her legs under the familiar caress - then gripped lightly, lifting her. Karina gasped, and Ryan grinned, kissing her chin. “Want me to take you there?”
“Not like that!” Karina said immediately, poking his shoulder, though she felt a shivery rush of warmth at the thought - she knew Ryan could carry her easily, and the knowledge only urged the breathless feeling on - and Ryan laughed, hugging her close and kissing her firmly. Then he lifted her away from himself, and Karina took a moment to catch her balance with his support as she straightened, feet back on the floor by the couch. She automatically smoothed her skirt out, and down, clearing her throat as she realised how far it had ridden up.
Ryan turned, putting his feet on the floor but not yet rising, hands sliding over Karina’s hips. She smiled at him, and he reached up, stroking her jaw and drawing her the short distance down for a lingering, shallow kiss.
“You want to go to my bed, hm?” Ryan asked almost against her mouth, and shivery warmth rushed down Karina’s spine as she nodded.
“Yes, Ryan.” Karina stroked his face, putting her fingers through his hair, smiling as he closed his eyes and gave a soft sigh, nudging into the touch. Ryan loved to be touched, Karina had learned - yes, he loved kisses and petting and Karina pushing him down and climbing in his lap . . . but he also loved the stroke of her hand over his arm, her fingers in his hair, the brush of her shoulder against his chest.
And Karina loved indulging him - indulging herself.
Ryan rose, hands drawing up her sides, and Karina tipped her head back, not backing away as he pressed against her. Ryan grinned, and she dragged her hands down his chest.
“Well?” Karina stepped back, pulling herself up a little. “Let’s go.”
Ryan laughed, lifting a hand and trailing his fingers up her arm to her shoulder. “Of course, Princess.” he said, voice low, and dipped his head to kiss her softly before nudging her off ahead of him.
Karina took a breath, shaking her head slightly and steadying herself. She did know where Ryan’s bedroom was, and she crossed the spacious apartment with a shivery, warm curl of tension settling in the pit of her stomach, very aware of him at her back.
Then he wasn’t, and Karina paused uncertainly, turning. Ryan smiled, lifting a hand, and moved over to Molly’s very large glass-walled habitat, crouching beside it. Karina hesitated, but Ryan only fiddled with something, ran his fingers over the glass near the iguana’s head as he said something too low for Karina to hear, then turned, returning to Karina’s side.
Karina arched her brows, and Ryan dipped his head, kissing her temple. “Lowering the temperature for the night.” he said, hand sliding over Karina’s back. “I don’t expect I’ll be back out to check on her tonight, mm?”
Karina blushed again, but smiled and allowed his gentle nudge to guide her, continuing on towards his bedroom. It was as oversized as the rest of the apartment, but still dominated by the very large bed, a field of black from what looked like a leather headboard to the rumpled comforter - though the gold lines of stitching on it made her laugh, relaxing a little. Of course.
Ryan stepped in behind her, closing the door, and slid a hand along her shoulders, drawing her attention away from the bed. Karina looked up at him and then leaned up, hands settling on his shoulders as she drew him down for a kiss. This was familiar and . . . settling, though it also sent shivery warmth through her.
Karina’s stomach clenched and she pressed her thighs more tightly together, breath hitching. Heat was pooling at her core as Ryan kissed her, his hands big and warm and familiar on her body. Ryan hummed, sucking gently at her lower lip and nuzzling her cheek as he drew away, his hands trailing over her sides and along the hem of her shirt. Karina twitched, and Ryan paused, raising his eyebrows and meeting her gaze.
Karina huffed, sliding her hands down his chest again, fingers curled this time to drag her nails over the thick muscle, his undershirt likely not providing much protection. Not that Karina suspected he minded the sting of her nails. Ryan hissed, grinning, and Karina tossed her head as she stepped back, pulling her shirt off over her head and letting it fall to the floor in one quick movement, not letting herself pause.
Ryan followed her, and Karina turned towards him fully, lifting her chin. He had seen her in this little or less before, but it was . . . very different, now, standing in his bedroom, than when it happened around training or heroine gear, or even snuggling and kissing on his couch.
“Beautiful, Princess.” he said softly, and Karina’s breath hitched as one of his hands practically ghosted over her side before cupping her breast, thumb rubbing along the lacy edge of her bra. “May I?” he asked as Karina shivered, a soft, high-pitched sound catching in her throat.
She nodded, though she wasn’t entirely sure what he was asking, and tensed as he suddenly settled to his knees before her, hands smoothing over her bare skin. “Ooh!”
Ryan smiled, nuzzling another kiss between her breasts - god he was tall, Karina thought distractedly - his hands at her waist guiding her closer to him. His breath was hot on the tender skin there, and his lips were soft as he trailed kisses over the slope of each breast.
Karina arched under his hands, pressing closer to his mouth, and didn’t notice what his fingers were up to as they played up her spine until her bra suddenly fell looser around her. A moment later Ryan slid it off easily, flicking it aside. Karina’s lashes fluttered, her hands coming up thoughtlessly before she stilled with them hovering awkwardly not far from Ryan’s shoulders.
He made a low thrumming sound, glancing up to meet her gaze - his eyes were so pretty, Karina thought inanely; she’d never known anyone with eyes anything like his before - and rubbing his cheek against her.
Ryan folded one arm around her waist and Karina relaxed a little, letting her hands settle on his shoulders. He brought his free hand sliding up her side over her ribs to her breast once more, only this time there was nothing between his skin and hers, and Karina shivered, anticipation and nerves knotting in her stomach. His touch was gentle, even as his thumb rubbed over her peaking nipple, and Karina bit her lip, her hitching breath making her chest jerk.
Ryan hummed, almost soothing, and brushed a feathery kiss to her nipple, his fingers following the line where the band of her bra had rested.
“Ryan.” Karina murmured thoughtlessly, fingers tightening on his shoulders. He hummed a response, not lifting his lips from her skin, trailing across to her other breast, knuckles rubbing up and down her waist from her ribs to her waistband. He shifted before her and sank lower, kissing down her breastbone and onto her stomach, and Karina shivered.
“All right?” Ryan asked against her stomach, the low rumble of his voice sinking into her with a shivery, needy feeling, and a part of Karina wanted to curl in on herself. The rest of her was caught up in the fluttering in her chest, the tight heat sinking lower in the cradle of her hips, the solid warmth of Ryan so close to her, his mouth and his hands on her skin.
“Y- yes.” Karina confirmed unsteadily, sliding her fingers through his hair again.
A soft sound of pleasure thrummed through Karina’s belly as Ryan nuzzled her again, his fingers dancing up her spine and back down again. Karina shifted her hips, then reached down blindly for her skirt, finding the fiddly little button and biting her lip as she worried it free. The zipper was easy after it was loose, which was good, because Ryan’s mouth was getting steadily more distracting as he found a spot just above her hipbone that made her insides squirm and her knees wobble.
“I’ve got you.” Ryan said, kissing the crest of her hip more lightly, and Karina realised belatedly that she had begun to sag against his hand splayed at her lower back.
She straightened hurriedly, and felt the shiver of fabric as her skirt slipped down her legs. “I’m all right.” Karina assured him, and Ryan’s smile was visible for a moment before he pressed another kiss to her skin, sinking lower, lips brushing the lace edge along the waistband of her panties this time, with her skirt thoroughly out of the way.
Karina shifted her feet, breath hitching, suddenly feeling every bit of air moving against her skin like a blaring alert.
Ryan hummed, pressing one more kiss just beneath her navel before settling back a little, and Karina shivered as she looked down at him.
“Your legs are amazing, Princess.” Ryan said, trailing a caress up from her ankle all the way to her thigh; Karina swallowed back a soft cry, but his fingers stopped just above the top of her sock. They were very warm on the very tender, sensitive skin of her inner thigh, and he was so close to-
Karina stifled a squeak, vividly aware of how close Ryan was to her centre, to the steadily-dampening material of her panties.
Ryan’s fingers hooked into the top of her sock and he began rolling it down her leg. He took a lot longer about it than Karina ever did, but watching him - his eyes were fixed on his hands, and his fingers and palm slid over her skin from time to time - Karina was sure that was by design. She had no protests for his method, little pulses of warm tingles blooming under his hands as he stroked and nudged her.
She put a hand down on his shoulder for balance as she lifted her foot and he tugged the sock away entirely, then caught tight hold of him as he bent and nuzzled a warm, wet kiss to her inner thigh just above her knee. Karina shifted, and Ryan sighed as he straightened, rubbing a hand over her outer thigh, then turned to repeat the process for her other leg.
Karina didn’t let go of Ryan this time, feeling rather less than steady even before he started stroking teasingly along her thigh, behind her knee, kissing his way back up her leg. “Ryan. . . Ryan.” Karina faltered, and Ryan looked up at her attentively, one hand splayed at the top of her thigh, fingers stretching across the band of her panties and resting just beneath her hip.
Karina put one hand to her breastbone as she caught her breath and was reminded that her panties were the only thing she was still wearing, though Ryan knelt before her in his jeans and undershirt. She choked, pressing her lips together, and just stopped herself from taking a step backwards.
“Karina?” Ryan asked, and Karina pulled at his shoulder thoughtlessly. He rose before her, close and warm as his hands slid over her hips and waist, and Karina did take a step back, shaking her head a little. Ryan shifted, then stopped, not moving to follow her, concern clear on his face.
“Just- Just give me a minute.” Karina asked a little shakily, hurriedly folding her arms around herself. She was dizzy and hot all over and it wasn’t unpleasant but she felt overwhelmed all the same, breathless and-
“Of course, Princess.” Ryan said quietly, squeezing her upper arm gently before he backed away entirely.
Karina immediately rethought her request - the heat and steady presence of Ryan against her had been grounding, it seemed, for all he had also been building that dizzying heat with every touch and Karina didn’t know how to handle it. . . And also as he backed away Karina realised he could see her, all of her, far more easily.
She scolded herself silently and shook her head, one hand sliding up to push her hair back without quite taking her arm away from her chest. Of course he could, and- and the idea was that he would be seeing a lot of her tonight. She was fine with that, she reminded herself, even as she shifted, feeling self-conscious. It was what she wanted, it was just. . .
She glanced up at Ryan again and found his eyes on her, bright and hot. Karina’s breath came a little quicker as she met his gaze, and she bit her lip. She wanted his hands on her again, she realised, even with her head still spinning and little pulses of warmth reverberating through her body, and she loved the look in his eyes as he looked at her. Ryan grabbed the bottom hem of his snug undershirt and pulled it off, and Karina’s eyes slid over his upper body as the fabric slid off him, the thick muscles of his chest flexing as he tugged it over his head and dropped it to the floor, and Karina forgot her lingering self-consciousness a little more as she watched him.
He was . . . very handsome, she thought faintly. Not that she hadn’t known that. Or that Ryan wouldn’t pointedly remind anyone who didn’t, she thought with an amused huff.
She took a step towards him, something twisting in her stomach, and Ryan smiled, taking another step back and sitting on the edge of his bed. Karina smiled back, feeling her inner muscles flex and clench and very aware with each step of the wetness of her panties, the damp that had spread from the fabric down her inner thighs, just a little.
She didn’t stop, though, until she was right in front of Ryan; he spread his knees and Karina took one more step to stand between them, her smile returning as his hands settled on her hips and he looked her in the eye, thumbs rubbing back and forth in an almost lazy, soothing arc over her hipbones.
“Ryan. . .” Karina reached out, brushing her fingertips over one of his shoulders. She let her hand wander, out along the ball of his shoulder, then back in to the base of his neck, tracing his collarbone. A tremor ran through him under her fingers, and Karina straightened a little more - Ryan liked to be touched, she remembered with breathless pleasure - stroking Ryan’s shoulder and chest, moving onto his back, closing the little distance between them.
His breath hitched as their bodies came into contact, and Karina smiled, toes curling at the feeling of his skin against hers. A deep breath, and Karina felt her cheeks warming as her breasts pressed just a little more against his chest.
One of Ryan’s hands smoothed over her hip and up to her lower back once more. He kissed Karina’s throat, and she shivered, fingers curling; her nails dug into the back of his shoulder, and Karina eased her grip immediately. Though the soft almost-whine made her think he . . . hadn’t been protesting.
Karina glanced down, stroking the nape of Ryan’s neck. “You’re overdressed now.” she observed, voice even, and Ryan laughed. Karina pressed her lips together, glancing away, and was surprised when Ryan tugged her into a kiss, firm and quick. She hummed an almost-question as he broke away again, and he squeezed her hips.
“Want me stripped down for you, do you, Princess?” Ryan asked lightly, playful, and the pang of unease Karina had felt at his laughter quieted again.
“It’s only fair.” Karina pointed out, and he grinned. Karina shifted a little. “And,” she cleared her throat, well aware she was pinking even more, “sort of necessary. . .” She backed away, giving him a little more room, and Ryan caught her hand.
She paused, meeting his gaze, and Ryan lifted her hand and pressed a warm kiss to the centre of her palm.
“Certainly.” Ryan said, voice warm with amusement. He released her, reaching to pop the button on his jeans, and Karina felt a little breathless as she watched his hands.
Ryan rose, tugging at his jeans and working them open, sliding down his legs along with the flash of - gold, of course; Karina smothered a giggle, ducking her head - his boxers beneath. Karina looked at him but couldn’t quite. . .
She looked away, even as she scolded herself silently. She wanted to see Ryan - god, she wanted to feel him; she’d said she was sure she was ready for this, wanted this, and she’d meant it, she wanted him to- wanted him-
“Ah, Princess.” Ryan cupped her jaw and Karina let him tip her head up as he bent to kiss her again. It was reassuring, all familiar warmth and building tension, and so was Ryan leaning close, one arm curving around her. “Anything you want,” he murmured against her mouth, sparking a surge of fondness in Karina’s chest, “and only what you want.”
Karina smiled, stretching up and winding her arms around his shoulders, deepening the kiss again. She felt the shiver of tension run through Ryan, and kissed him harder even as he wrapped his arms snugly around her. She could feel the firm heat of his erection against her through silky fabric, and her breath caught as her inner muscles tightened.
“So,” Karina breathed as their lips parted, “if I say I want you in your bed, right now. . .” She tugged gently at his hair, ruffling it at the back of his neck.
Ryan groaned, low and rough, and Karina giggled. He was smiling as he pulled away and began to straighten, though. “Definitely anything you want.” he said, and Karina laughed again, giving him a push even as he stepped back, her hand sliding over his chest.
She paused, smoothing her hand back up, and Ryan grinned, slowing down so as not to pull away. Karina huffed at him, but trailed her fingers along the slope of his pectoral, crossing his nipple - he drew a deep breath, chest rising under her hand - before she gave him another insistent push.
Ryan moved away, tossing the duvet back - the sheets were black as well, Karina noticed absently - and climbing onto the bed. Karina slid her fingers over her hip, tugging thoughtlessly at the very beginnings of a loose string on her panties as she watched him settle onto his back and stretch out. She should take them off, she thought - and they were growing more and more uncomfortable, damp and tight between her legs - and tucked her thumb inside the waistband. She hesitated for a moment, then shook her head and pushed them down her legs, stepping out of them and leaving them on the floor. She had just stepped out of them, lifting her head, when-
“Oh. Oh.” Karina said blankly, the tingling, frantic heat she felt - already cut a little with shivery unease - half smothered under alarmed disbelief as her eyes widened.
“Princess?” Ryan shifted again, sitting up fully. Karina couldn’t quite drag her eyes back up to his face, even as his long legs folded and half-hid his. . . “Karina?”
Karina had known he was big - hell, he towered over her, though he never made her feel cornered or uneasy - but. . .
Karina laughed a little, not quite hysterical but probably a little too close to it. Ryan was fucking huge, fucking everywhere, and she probably shouldn’t have been surprised by that, but it wasn’t like she’d really had any idea what to expect.
“Karina!” Ryan’s hands were warm and gentle, smoothing over her shoulders and cupping her waist, and Karina relaxed a little immediately at the familiar touch. She tipped her head back, looking up to meet his gaze and finding it fretful; she smiled slightly.
“I’m fine, calm down.” Karina said, sniffing.
Ryan raised his eyebrows, drawing back and sitting on the edge of the bed again.
Karina came with him, but kept her gaze out of his lap this time. For now.
Ryan stroked along her jaw, toying with her hair, and Karina leaned into the touch thoughtlessly. “You know, Princess, if you don’t want-”
“Hush!” Karina snapped, pointing one finger right in his face, and Ryan obediently fell silent. “I want you, idiot.” Ryan laughed, tilting his head, and Karina felt a smile tugging at her lips. She poked his brow lightly. “You know that.”
Ryan’s hand smoothed over her hip, not pulling but asking all the same. And reminding her that she was as naked as she was half trying to forget he was, just for a moment; his caress on her bare skin made her shiver.
Karina stepped forwards, smile growing, and Ryan kissed her softly. Though his looming frame was comfortably reassuring at her back or at her side - towering and strong - he was always soft with Karina. Quietly she thought that while it was a little bit to do with her, mostly it was that Ryan was a lot softer by nature than most people thought all on his own.
She smoothed her hands over his shoulders, deepening the kiss, and Ryan curled one arm around her waist, tugging her in closer. Karina allowed him to bring her right up against his body, almost leaning against the inside of his thigh, and combed her fingers through his hair, feeling herself steadying a little, heart calming.
“Well then.” Ryan said, a bit breathless, as their lips parted.
“I’m just. . .” Karina fidgeted. She was nervous, and she probably would have been anyway, though Ryan really did look . . . very . . . big. Everywhere.
“It’ll be just fine.” Ryan soothed, pressing a kiss to her jaw. “Come here.”
Leaning further towards him, Karina clung to his shoulders, and Ryan hummed, scooping her off her feet and bringing her up onto the bed with him, pressing a warm kiss to her shoulder, rubbing his cheek there. Karina shivered as her thigh dragged along his cock, but Ryan didn’t pause, letting her slide down onto the bed and smoothing a hand over her thigh, kneeling over one of her shins.
“Take it at your own pace, Princess.” Ryan suggested, and Karina nodded, shifting a little and grimacing at the reminder of the hot ache at her core. It felt good, but it ached and she felt. . . She was missing something, a hollow pull in the pit of her stomach, waiting for- For Ryan, she thought, swallowing, looking up at him. Ryan hummed, trailing the backs of his fingers over her chest, down between her breasts.
Karina shivered, putting one hand behind herself to lean on, propped mostly upright. Her eyes slid down Ryan’s body, finding his cock hard and eager, just above her leg. Karina twitched, then held very still.
Ryan moved forwards, nose brushing her cheek. “It’s all right, Princess.” he said softly, kissing her cheek, then one corner of her mouth. Karina caught hold of his arm, sliding up to his shoulder, and tipped her head to kiss him fully.
She felt his lips curve against hers before he responded, and moaned softly, clinging to him for support more than she was propping herself up with her left arm, arching thoughtlessly to get closer. Ryan obligingly came closer himself, and Karina . . . hesitated, thinking about the impulse, prodding it gingerly, then slowly let herself slide down, lying back on the bed. Under Ryan.
He moved with her, and Karina found his hand behind her neck offering support, easing her down as she shivered. She smiled and nipped at his mouth, shifting to settle more comfortably, her legs brushing against his and-
Karina shivered again, parting her legs, and Ryan kissed her hard, hand sliding along her neck and over her collarbone, down onto her chest. He nosed her cheek and moved down, and Karina twitched, surprised. He kissed her collarbone, then nuzzled between her breasts, breathing more deeply as he nestled there, fingers splaying over her hip and waist. He hummed, kissing one nipple - Karina’s breath hitched - dragging his teeth along the slope of her breast, pressing a sucking kiss just above her other nipple, fingers flexing against her side. Another few scattered kisses, warm and soft, and Ryan moved on down her body, trailing kisses as he went but not lingering overmuch with any of them.
“Ryan?” Karina began, then squeaked as he slid a hand over one of her legs and bent to nip at the other, just at the top of her thigh. He smoothed his fingers over her pubic hair and she twitched again, twisting a little, thoughtlessly trying to bring her legs together and close him out.
Ryan shifted, quick and graceful, and Karina gasped as she realised what he was doing. He settled between her thighs, one arm sliding neatly beneath her leg, folding around it to rest his hand on the top of her hip, and bowed his head, casting his gaze up to meet hers.
Karina covered her face, dropping flat to the bed again. It meant she didn’t see before Ryan’s mouth was pressed to her core, and she cried out, startled. And the feeling was so. . .
Ryan kissed her slick, aching folds, then moved up, lips brushing her clit, a razor-edged sensation, all buzzing heat and pure intensity, even with the soft touch. He lifted his head, and Karina wasn’t sure if it was a relief or a disappointment.
“All right?” Ryan asked, his breath puffing over her core and making her squirm, mouth open as she tried to catch her breath. “Princess?”
Karina whined, biting her lip, but nodded, twisting enough to look down at him. He kissed her clit again and her stomach tightened, legs twitching with the almost painful, hot little stab of pleasure. Karina struggled to keep herself up at enough of an angle to look at him, even though he was. . .
Karina’s head fell back, eyes squeezing closed, as something very warm and soft dragged over her core. Ryan’s tongue, she realised a moment later, of course it was. She might have felt silly but she didn’t have the presence of mind as her stomach clenched and her breath came shallow and rough. Ryan’s tongue rubbed back and forth over her clit and the top of her folds, making her jerk with every shifting stroke, every hot little wave of pleasure it sent through her, one hand stroking up and down her thigh in a similar rhythm.
Karina spread her legs a little wider, giving a breathless little cry as Ryan nuzzled her thigh and up to the tender crease of her groin before his mouth returned promptly to her aching centre. She tilted her head, looking down at him again, his bright head bowed between her legs and his broad body stretched out. . .
Ryan lifted his head, licking his lips, and Karina felt herself blushing hard even though she couldn’t look away from his now-grinning mouth. “Pillows are just above your head if you want one.” he offered, fingers stroking up and down Karina’s hip, his upper arm flexing beneath her thigh.
Then Ryan dipped his head again, blowing lightly over her slick, hot core and making her yelp, squirming beneath him, muscles clenching deep inside. She felt the slick warmth spreading over her skin as she got even hotter and wetter inside and she tensed again, breath catching.
With the shock of that teasing gesture and the new ticklish sensation, it took Karina a few more moments to put his words together into something sensible, and she twisted her head around to look, reaching up just as Ryan’s mouth made contact with her core again. Her fingers faltered as she moaned, the soft caresses driving her pleasure to new heights once more, but she kept moving.
She dragged a pillow down - it had been just past her, the top of her head had been nudged up against it - and propped her head and shoulders on it, finding it gave her just enough support that she could see Ryan between her thighs without struggling to keep herself up at an angle. He glanced up at her, meeting her gaze and making her shiver, toes curling, as his tongue traced along her folds, soft pleasure building beneath his mouth with every stroke. He licked at her, gentle and firm, hot, making her stomach tighten and the tension deep inside her bloom into a warm flush, and then this time, he pressed his tongue up between her folds, making her gasp and tense, eyes widening.
Ryan squeezed her hip, leaning into her a little more, and his tongue nudged up and inside her, a soft and . . . strange intrusion. Karina’s inner muscles tightened, her thighs flexing, a different kind of warmth spreading from her core up and outwards.
“Ry- Ryan.” Karina moaned, hips twisting, and Ryan pressed his open mouth fully to her core, tongue sliding against her hot, tender folds. Then he pulled away a bit, and she might have whimpered, hips tipping up to follow him, then settling down again.
“Good, Princess?” Ryan asked, a little breathless. Karina stared at him, eyes wide. He raised his eyebrows, dipping his head enough to brush a whisper of a kiss to her clit, making her give a soft cry at the feathery tingle it sparked. “More?”
Karina nodded before she had even fully registered the question, and normally that particular smirk of Ryan’s made her want to huff or roll her eyes, but right now. . .
“Tell me,” Ryan said, turning his head and nuzzling a damp kiss to her inner thigh, “if there’s anything you don’t like. Or if you want me to do anything. . . Stop. More.” He grinned, and Karina groaned, reaching for him and brushing her fingertips clumsily across his temple. He paused.
“More, Ryan. Now.” Karina said, not quite demanding but not exactly asking, either.
Ryan certainly didn’t seem to mind her tone, immediately dipping his head and pressing his lips to her clit once more. He opened his mouth, dragging the flat of his tongue over her tenderest places, fingers flexing in an absent rhythm just below her hip. Karina moaned, hips arching up as Ryan nudged closer between her thighs, legs flexing, one thigh pressing tight against his shoulder.
Ryan hummed, and Karina yelped, jerking beneath his mouth, back arching. That . . . felt even more incredible, somehow drawing out the tingling waves of pleasure she felt and knotting them up right there under his mouth. Ryan slowed, tongue trailing up along her folds and eyes meeting hers immediately when she had enough sense to focus again.
“Yes, yes good.” Karina said hurriedly, and Ryan hummed again, rolling his shoulders and almost nuzzling into her. Karina bit her lip, spreading her thighs wider again.
Ryan’s tongue traced lightly over her folds, then pressed deeper once more, sliding easily up between them and making her shiver anew. Karina couldn’t exactly make comfortable contact with him when she reached out, but she let her hand settle over his on her hip, and his fingers flexed under hers, his tongue withdrawing - her muscles clenched, the ache inside spiking - and moving up to her clit again.
Karina dragged in a deep breath, feeling shivery, pulsing waves of warmth spreading through every bit of her body, each one ratcheting up the tension already coiled inside her and feeling just a little bit more than the last. She brought her free hand up, brushing over her stomach and up to her chest, cupping one of her own breasts and pressing her fingertips against her nipple, just a little damp from Ryan’s teasing kisses.
Ryan’s eyes widened a little as he looked up at her again, his next moan deeper and longer. It made Karina moan breathlessly herself, hips tipping up into his mouth, catching her nipple between her thumb and fingers.
Ryan’s grip on her tightened, arm folding more snugly behind her thigh, and Karina cried out as he pulled a little, lifting her and pressing his mouth more tightly against her core. A sharply tingling burst of fireworks built as he- he was sucking at her clit, Karina realised, her thoughts scattered. She tightened her hold, finding her fingers curling around his wrist, but only distantly aware of it.
Ryan broke away for a moment, and Karina whimpered, folding her legs, trying to pull him back. Ryan murmured, a puff of warm air against her throbbing core and a low rumble of words Karina didn’t quite understand, and then his tongue was on her again.
“Yes, yes, that-” Karina was only loosely aware of her own words, probably rapidly growing even less sensible, but Ryan’s tongue was already stroking along her folds, up to press firmly over her clit - she gasped at the sharp tingle - circling with that same firm pressure, then back down. He nuzzled in a little tighter, his tongue sliding up inside her once more, quicker and more confident, making her hips arch up - his grip kept her from really moving, and Karina whined thoughtlessly as she tried to get closer to him, to that delicious feeling - and her whole body writhe with the dull heat rolling through her, a blissful wave that washed away any other sensation.
She whined when Ryan’s tongue withdrew, but he only moved up to her clit once more, lips closing over her hot, tingling flesh and tongue teasing lightly over her now incredibly oversensitive clit. He sucked gently, tongue tracing little circles, rubbing lightly back and forth, and Karina shuddered and whined, trembling.
“Ryan- Ryan.” Karina twisted beneath him, feeling the tight grip of his arm folded around her thigh and his hand splayed over her hip keeping her from moving too much.
Ryan moaned against her core again, then sucked more firmly, tongue pressed flat against her clit, barely dragging over the tender nub. Karina might have shrieked - it certainly felt like something inside her had fallen suddenly to pieces, shaking and spiralling outwards in a hot, shivery rush that made her head spin and her body feel like she was floating, or like the moment she stepped out onto the top of an ice slide, half a breath of vertigo before she was in almost freefall.
Ryan’s tongue dragged against her in another long, firm stroke and Karina yelped his name, jerking, her fingers twitching as she snatched at his shoulder.
He pulled his mouth away, rubbing his cheek against her inner thigh instead. Karina gasped, shaking, toes flexing, body twisting restlessly, whimpering.
“Too much?” Ryan asked, still breathless. He kissed her inner thigh.
Karina absolutely couldn’t put together the words, the sense to answer him. She shook her head, panting, though that was . . . it was too much, that was the wrong thing. She closed her eyes, not able to scrape together enough of a thought to correct it.
Ryan hummed, rubbing his face against her thigh once more. He shifted between her thighs, gently unfolding his arm and sliding it from beneath her leg, and Karina whined again, thoughtless, muscles clenching.
Ryan’s palm stroked over her core, a very light caress, and up over her pubic hair, out along her hip. She shivered with the hot tingles still spreading through her; fuck, fuck, she’d made herself come before, of course she had, but that was really different. Ryan kissed her stomach, just below and to one side of her navel, and then pulled away again.
Karina’s breathing was sort of starting to even out, but she wasn’t quite ready to open her eyes. Ryan was back a moment later anyway, a broad, warm wall against her left side, his hand coming to rest on her breastbone. He kissed her temple, nuzzled her cheek, and Karina sighed, little tremors still running through her every few moments even as her body began to go lax.
God, she felt amazing.
“Ryan.” Karina said, and almost didn’t recognise her own voice, deeper than usual and a little rough.
“How are you feeling, Princess?” Ryan asked, and his voice was deeper, too, thrumming in his chest and making her shiver and feel like melting. She opened her eyes, tilting her head to look at him, and finding he was propped on one elbow beside her, smiling.
Karina reached up - her fingers trembled a little, and she felt startlingly weaker than she had expected, but she could move just fine - and stroked his jaw before curling her fingers at the nape of his neck and pulling. Ryan looked startled for a moment, then grinned, letting Karina pull him down to herself, moving his left hand from her chest to the bed on her other side to brace himself as he kissed her.
“Amazing.” Karina said as he withdrew again - too quickly, but then, Karina was still a bit breathless, too. Ryan hummed, sounding quite pleased with himself. As he should, Karina thought dizzily. “I didn’t expect. . .”
“I gathered that.” Ryan said, with a low laugh. He kissed her again, soft and fleeting, then settled back a little, still lying snugly along her side.
“Thank you.” Karina said, feeling herself blush.
Ryan laughed again, stroking her face with light fingertips, thumb rubbing along her lower lip. “No need to thank me for that, Princess.” he said lightly, and she squirmed a little, gasping as her inner muscles tightened, reminding her bluntly of the warm tingles still threaded through her body. “All right?”
“Mm, better than.” Karina assured him, stretching tentatively and moaning as it produced another surge in the tingling pleasure. She closed her eyes, shifting again, and Ryan stroked down the centre of her chest and splayed his hand over her stomach.
He wasn’t pressing at her with the caress, but she felt heavy and slow all over all the same. Karina drew a deep breath and let herself go lax once more, hyperaware of Ryan everywhere they touched - his hand on her stomach, his body beside hers. . .
Karina opened her eyes, sliding a hand over his side down to his hip, and smiled as he made a little humming sound she could feel as a mild thrum through her arm and shoulder. “Hey.” she said, the dizziness gone but her head still not quite together. The tingly warmth lingering all through her body wasn’t helping her pull her thoughts together, either.
“Hey.” Ryan returned lightly, fingers playing over her skin, drifting over her waist and hip. Karina nudged into the touch, turning towards Ryan. Her fingers trailed over the thick muscle above his hip, then onto his lower belly, and Karina glanced down and jerked back, fingers curling in towards her palm. Then she licked her lips, reaching out again slowly, eyes on his hard, flushed cock.
“Back with me now?” he asked, fingers splaying over her lower back.
Karina sniffed, arching under the caress and snuggling against his chest, bringing her hand up to his side as she looked him in the eye again. “Of course.” Karina hummed thoughtfully, then stretched up to kiss him.
She could feel the pressure of his cock nudging against her, but his mouth was very distracting as he caught her lip between his teeth and tugged gently, then slid his hand up her back all the way to the nape of her neck, tongue curling against her own. Karina went lax against him, moaning softly, and he made a gruff little sound against her mouth.
Karina arched a little more, nudging into him, dragging her nails down his side, and Ryan twitched, a hitching gasp breaking their kiss. Karina smiled, rubbing her palm over the crest of his hip where she’d just scratched him. Gently.
“And I thought you might be worn out.” Ryan said lightly, even as he arched into her touch, then grinned, wide and smug. “Or blissed out.”
“Yes, well,” Karina cleared her throat; he deserved that smugness, she thought fondly, a tingle running down her spine and a little pulse of heat at her core reminding her just how much, “isn’t there,” she pulled herself up, petting Ryan’s hip idly, looking at his very hard, very neglected erection, “a little more?”
Ryan stilled under her hand, then grinned. “Why Princess, more?” he asked archly. “Going to be insatiable are you?”
Karina pinched his thigh, smiling as he jerked, expression twisting for a moment. “I don’t know yet.” she said playfully, trailing her fingers along his stomach again. Ryan looked up at her, and she bit her lip. “I want. . .”
Karina brushed her hand lower, hesitating at the base of his erection, then let her fingers curl around the heavy, warm shaft, her throat tight and her eyes wide as she watched her own hand. Ryan hissed as she squeezed him gently, and she froze.
“Anything you want.” Ryan said, voice low, and Karina eyes darted up to meet his.
“Ryan?” she asked cautiously, shifting her fingers carefully. His cock twitched in her hold.
“It’s all right.” Ryan said roughly. “You feel good. And,” he grinned, a little crooked, “I promise,” he added with a faint hum from deep in his chest, “I welcome any touch from you. I want you, Princess. Very much.”
Karina shifted a little, stroking cautiously. “I want you, too.” she told him, and his smile widened, even as his hips hitched under her caressing hand, “and-” She paused, licking her lips, gaze trailing from his face down his chest to his cock in her hand. “I want to see you properly.” she finished. “And maybe,” she paused, shifting on her folded legs, “explore you. A little. More.”
Ryan made a little huffing noise of surprise, thick with pleasure, then smoothed a hand over her arm. “That’s easy enough.” He shifted, sitting up, and bent to nuzzle a kiss to her cheek before pulling away. Karina’s hand fell away from his cock, and she frowned. “All of it.” Ryan added, turning away, leaning towards the edge of the bed.
Karina winced as she took in the mess of scars on his back, distracted with a flash like her ice ricing in her veins. She’d seen them before, touched him there before, but they were so awful . . . it always gave her a moment of pause. She reached out, then stopped before she could make contact, her hand held flat only a little above his skin.
She pulled back, shaking her head, and folded her legs more neatly beneath her. Perhaps that wasn’t a good reminder right now, however much the sight always made her want to- Ryan reached for the nightstand, and she frowned, tipping her head to try and look around him.
Which she should really know better than to try, she thought wryly as she settled back with a little huff. He was just too big; even with them both sitting on his bed, on level ground with one another, his broad shoulders blocked whatever he was doing.
Ryan turned back to her and held up a very shiny gold something between his fingers, laughing. “Needed something.” he said, and Karina raised her eyebrows. Ryan tipped his hand, and Karina’s eyes widened as the glare shifted and she recognised the condom packet he was holding.
“You have your own-” Karina broke off, gesturing at the packet. The side facing her had a blue-limned winged lion on it, jaws open wide. She remembered the reverse side had a stylised starburst that was nothing like the effect when Ryan used his power, surrounding a very bold boom! in distorted black text.
Karina remembered the design very clearly because the entire presentation had fairly been seared into her memory. She’d thought her blush was never going to go away that week, filming the PSAs and approving the designs for the Blue Rose-themed condoms. She had a box of them at home, shoved under her bed, at the very back, where she had shoved them when they were given to her and tried not to think about them.
Ryan had been delighted with the whole process, making suggestions and practically preening.
“Of course!” Ryan grinned, flicking the corner with his thumb. “What other kind would I possibly use?”
Karina shook her head, laughing. “Of course. I should have known.” Ridiculous man, god, she loved him. Her laughed faded and she swallowed, chest tight.
“We don’t have to use it if you don’t want to go that far yet,” Ryan gestured, and Karina was briefly distracted by the flex of muscle in his arms and chest, “but we’ll need it if you-”
“I want you.” Karina reminded him, leaning forwards and supporting herself on one hand, prodding his chest. “We’ll need it.” She shivered, feeling the dull heat of that desire curling through her again.
Ryan grinned again, inclining his head, then reached out and caught hold of Karin by the hips, startling her into voicing a little cry as he picked her up. He slid beneath her, rolling onto his back nearer the middle of the huge bed, and then let Karina down again mostly by his side.
He ripped open the packet he held, flicking the foil away, and Karina shifted uncertainly, eyes flicking down to his cock and then away. She rubbed her warming cheeks, trying to fight the rising blush she felt. She had asked for it, she reminded herself, and looked back just as Ryan’s fingers dragged down all the way to the base of his own cock.
She blinked, eyes wide. She had forgotten, or perhaps not really ever seen. . .
“Oh my god,” Karina said, splaying her fingers across her face, “I don’t know if I can take you seriously with that,” she gestured at Ryan’s body with her free hand, “shining at me.”
Ryan laughed, stretching out a little more - Karina’s breath hitched - and tilted his hips, his cock literally shining, the light reflecting off it sheathed in the shiny condom. Of course Karina had known it would be coloured - she remembered Ryan and Nathan both insisting loudly that the condoms had to be, to match the heroes’ designs - but she somehow hadn’t thought to. . . “My suit’s not the only thing that’s all gold.” he said, grinning.
Karina giggled helplessly, rocking forwards onto her hands and crawling closer, sliding a hand over his chest and leaning down to kiss him. “All right, you’re right,” she said lightly, scrunching her nose, “it’s very you.”
“Of course! Gold standard.” Ryan teased, and Karina laughed again, turning her head aside so she wasn’t laughing directly in his face.
Ryan slid a hand into her hair, and Karina lifted her gaze to meet his once more, smile lingering.
“You’re so beautiful when you’re happy.” Ryan said softly, and Karina’s eyes widened again, her breath catching. She hadn’t expected that. He smiled, leaning up on his other elbow to kiss her lightly. “I’m all yours, Princess.” he said as he pulled away, settling flat on the bed and stretching out, making all sort of interesting things happen to the defined lines of his chest and stomach, his legs. . . And making his shiny gold cock bob gently with the movement.
“All mine, hm?” Karina asked, trailing her fingers up his thigh.
“Always.” Ryan said, low and serious, and Karina’s throat tightened as she looked up to meet his gaze again.
It took Karina several tries to clear her throat and speak again, and Ryan watched her, eyes warm. “Well then.” Karina said, still a little unsteady. Ryan smiled. Karina hesitated, then moved closer, leaning over him and letting her hands . . . wander.
Ryan moaned as Karina leaned into him, and she could feel the shudder of his breath, then. . . Karina moved one hand up, resting over his chest, and felt the heavy thump of his heart beating beneath her palm. She bent and pressed a kiss to the centre of his chest, then moved up to the hollow of his throat before lifting her head and turning to watch as she slid her left hand down towards his cock.
His thighs tensed as she made contact, and he made a thin sound. Karina shifted a little more, her hip nudging up against his side as she tentatively stroked him - it felt different than it had before, with the thick gold latex covering him, though she’d only touched him briefly. The heat of him was the same, though, and the little tremor that ran through his body, the hitch of his hips as he didn’t quite push up into her hand.
Karina brushed her fingertips carefully over the tip of his cock, and Ryan made a broken little groaning noise. She paused - not because of her own nerves this time, but because she could see the ripple of tension running through Ryan’s body, the restraint he was keeping, the way his face was twisted with something that looked like pleasure, yes - and Karina was familiar with that on his face, even if they’d never come nearly so close together before - but also. . .
Karina bit her lip, cautiously stroking Ryan’s cock a little more firmly - his hips tilted into the touch as he moaned, then went still again, shuddering - and leaning further over him, smoothing her free hand over his stomach. She bent, kissing him there, then lifted her head, releasing his cock and moving closer to his shoulder.
His eyes were tightly closed, his brow furrowed, and Karina stroked his cheek, brushing his forelock aside and tracing the sloping curve from his temple down to his jaw.
“Ryan?” Karina murmured softly, leaning down and kissing his cheekbone. “You’re . . . amazing,” she said, not lifting herself far, “and I want to get my hands all over you-” she nearly choked on the words, but she strangled down the impulse ruthlessly; it was true enough, and Ryan’s reaction as his eyes snapped open was more than worth it anyway.
“Princess.” Ryan groaned, brow furrowed.
“But right now,” Karina continued, dipping again to take his mouth in a gentle kiss, “I want you,” her inner muscles clenched and Karina’s fingers curled, nails digging lightly into Ryan’s ribs, “and I don’t know- I want-” She grimaced, fidgeting.
“It’s all right.” Ryan said thickly, and Karina hissed as she sat upright again, resting on her heels.
“No it’s not! I want you, more than- I want to-” Karina bit back a whine. “I’m sorry.”
Ryan smoothed a hand over her thigh, and Karina sighed, the tension in her muscles relaxing a little under his touch. His fingers curled around her thigh, and Karina looked down, startled as he pulled her towards him, though she was already nearly pressed against his side.
“. . .Ryan?” Karina asked, resting a hand on his stomach for balance.
Ryan shifted just a little, levering her up, and Karina gasped as he lifted her off the bed and pulled her over on top of him. As Ryan eased his grip, Karina found herself straddling his waist, which was not quite. . .
She was incredibly aware of his cock just behind her, though she couldn’t see it, and swallowed thickly, not quite afraid but frozen all the same.
“Take it at your own pace, Princess.” Ryan reminded, rubbing up and down her thighs. He squeezed her hips. “. . .go slow.” he suggested, and Karina met his gaze, eyes wide. She hadn’t expected that he would-
Ryan smiled at her, one hand sliding up her side, over her ribs, and back down. The other slipped along her inner thigh, making her shiver. His fingertips brushed lightly over her core, slick and hot - and his touch reminded her of the ache she had begun to feel returning inside, the one that had eased with the pleasure of Ryan’s mouth on her.
Karina bit her lip as Ryan’s fingers circled her clit. She reached down, clasping his wrist, and he stilled, though his fingers were still pressed against her. That was fine, she-
Karina rocked against him thoughtlessly, rubbing against his curled fingers, and barely caught the sound of his groan beneath her own low moan.
“Karina.” Ryan’s voice sounded strained and rough again.
Still herself with a shudder, Karina smiled at him, squeezing his wrist. “I’m going to need a little help.” she admitted quietly, and Ryan stared at her. She nudged his wrist, letting go of him, and twisted to try and look- That angle didn’t work at all, she realised immediately, and arched her back, looking down her own body.
“Oh.” Ryan shifted beneath her, his right hand sliding back down to her hip, tightening there. His left hand dropped away from her core and slipped between her spread thighs, even as Ryan nudged her backwards. “Take it easy.”
Karina let him guide her, breath hitching as she felt something nudge against her core, a broader and much less dexterous pressure than Ryan’s fingers rubbing over her folds. She looked down again and huffed, amused, a smile tugging at her lips as she took in the gold glinting between her thighs.
She really shouldn’t have been surprised, she thought distractedly, shifting her knees and-
She had barely begun to shift down against Ryan’s cock, the tip of it pushing against her, just beginning to push inside her, when she froze. She forced herself not to jerk away, breath coming quick. Her muscles twitched and spasmed against the intrusion of Ryan’s cock, a sharp little pain as her body stretched, and shivery nerves had doused the coiling heat in the pit of her stomach again.
Karina grimaced, shifting her hips carefully, and pushed down a little. Ryan’s fingers brushed her folds, spreading her open, and she gasped, but it eased the sting of the stretching feeling a little. It was still. . .
Karina closed her eyes, taking a few deep breaths, trying not to do it too rapidly. She had never put anything more than her fingers inside herself, and she just- She didn’t know what to expect and she was nervous, but she wanted it - it was just hard to. . .
“Ryan.” Karina caught at his hand stroking her thigh and pulled it back up to her hip. “I- I need you to hold on to me.” she said, ducking her head.
Ryan’s fingers stroked up over her folds, pausing to rub a gentle circle over her clit that made her gasp, and then he wrapped his other hand around her hip as well. “Like this?” he asked, and Karina smiled, petting over his knuckles and then curling her own fingers tightly around his. “Princess, you-”
“Hush.” Karina managed to keep it from being a snap, but she shook her head as she met Ryan’s eyes. She bit her lip and arched a little, grip tightening as Ryan’s cock eased a little out of her with the movement, then sank deeper as she pushed herself down.
Her thighs ached from holding herself halfway up on her knees without really moving for so long, but Karina paused anyway, her body struggling to adjust to the stretch and the firm pressure. Ryan groaned, fingers tightening, and Karina could see the little ripples across his stomach and chest as he tensed. He didn’t move beneath her, though, and Karina rubbed one palm over his knuckles in an appreciative stroke. She would kiss him for it but she definitely couldn’t right now.
She moved again, working her way down in careful shifts, clinging to Ryan’s hands, wrapped around her hips, the contact steadying. The stinging edge remained as she took more and more of Ryan’s cock inside herself, but . . . it was only an edge to the steadily building pleasure she felt, deep and warm and sparking.
Karina rocked her hips tentatively and cried out at the intensity of the sensation, even before Ryan’s cock pushed further inside her. Her legs tensed, knees pressing against Ryan’s sides firmly, and she grimaced as she shifted up, then back down, further this time.
Her vision whited out for a moment, and Karina realised dizzily that she could feel Ryan’s hips and thighs beneath her ass. She took a deep, ragged breath and forced her legs to relax, letting her weight rest on Ryan, then hissed as his cock sank just a little deeper with the shift. Ryan cried out, loud and rough, and his fingers dug into Karina’s hips hard.
“Oh god.” Karina said weakly, dropping her hands to Ryan’s stomach quickly to support herself as she slouched forwards. “Ooh.”
It felt so good, but also- so strange, overwhelming and hot and stinging and blissful and-
Her muscles were trembling, tightening and easing around Ryan’s cock in little pulses, and she shifted her hips back and forth, just a little, before she could think. It made the pleasure twist through her in a searing rush, and also made her ache, the familiar needy, hollow feeling but deeper now. Her whole body was trembling, Karina thought with a weak laugh.
“Easy.” Ryan said, hands sliding down her thighs, holding tight. Karina lifted her head to meet his gaze, hot and intense. “Give yourself a minute.”
His hips hitched beneath her and Karina gasped. Ryan grimaced and voiced something that held shreds of an apology, but Karina hushed him, biting her lip and. . .
She rocked experimentally, body tensing at the spike of pain, but it was thin and faded quickly and along with it had been- Karina moved again, restless and hot, and the pain was much, much less this time . . . leaving the hot rush of pleasure to take even more of her attention, all but blotting out the rest of the world.
“Fuck!” Ryan’s head tipped back, the tendons standing out along his neck, his shoulders arching. “Karina.”
“You feel good,” Karina said honestly, leaning heavily on her hands, using the leverage to rock a little harder, “god, Ryan, you feel so-”
His muscles tensed beneath Karina’s hands, and he laughed breathlessly as he arched up into her movements. “Good.” His hands roamed over her thighs, her hips, her waist, then back down, and Karina found he offered a little support as she tried to make her movements bigger.
It ached - and not all of that ache was pleasurable - but it was also hot and tingling and wonderful, filling that very different ache Karina had felt for. . . Oh, almost every time she had been wrapped up with Ryan, long kisses and strong, clever hands roaming her body, just as she had tonight, sitting on his lap on the couch, and- and she was never going to do that again without thinking of this, she thought, moaning breathlessly.
She wasn’t sure that was a bad thing exactly, though, either.
“I won’t ask if you’re all right, then.” Ryan said, his voice unsteady, his fingers tightening almost painfully on her hips for a moment, then easing again, at least a little. “Wait, wait- I need a minute.”
Karina stopped moving, breathing hard, and focused on his face. It took her a moment to gather sensible words. “Are you all right?” she asked, concern pricking at her. She curled in on herself uncertainly and Ryan gave a ragged moan.
“Yes, yes, more than- Fuck you’re going to kill me,” Ryan said, low and quick, “I just- I need a minute to calm down or-” His hips hitched again, a tiny arch that angled his cock inside her and made her moan. “Trying not to- Too much-”
Karina rubbed one hand over his stomach, then moved it to his forearm. “It’s all right.” she said, then bit her lip, shifting a little and focusing on her inner muscles, trembling and aching and hot as they felt, squeezing his cock inside her.
Ryan shouted, jerking beneath her, though he didn’t really move up, against her, into her, and Karina smiled. Then Ryan rocked up against her, harder than he had before, sending a hot rush of pleasure through her, and Karina’s eyes widened as he actually arched off the bed, carrying her with him. She moaned, riding the movement with an arching push of her own, drawing out that tingling rush. “Like that, yes.” Karina encouraged as Ryan’s expression twisted and he shook beneath her, movements slowing.
Ryan was still for a moment, and Karina rocked encouragingly, chasing that sparking feeling, a little unsteady. Ryan moaned, hands tightening on her hips. “You really are going to kill me.” he said, and Karina laughed breathlessly, shaking her head at him, rolling her hips. She closed her eyes as pleasure surged through her again. “Are you sure?”
“Ryan. . .” Karina braced herself with both hands on Ryan’s stomach again, steadying herself as she shifted her knees.
“My incredible Princess.” Ryan’s fingers flexed and his hands slid down her thighs as he rocked up beneath her. Karina gasped, slipping as fresh warmth bloomed in the pit of her stomach, but Ryan caught her, pushing her back up until she was steady again.
“Ryan.” Karina said again as his knuckles trailed up her inner thigh. She rocked, hips tilting down, barely able to think. “Ryan, god-” She broke off with a sharp cry, back arching and head falling back as Ryan’s fingers brushed over her clit, then rubbed firmly, sending a knife’s-edge wave of pleasure through her, inner muscles tightening around Ryan’s cock as it pushed deeper again.
Ryan made a very loud sound himself, fingers pressing a little harder as his hips jerked sharply, pressing as far as he could inside Karina. She moaned, fingers curling, vaguely aware of her nails digging into his skin as she rode out the searing heat and the deep-down ache that was now radiating out somehow, making her thighs tremble.
Karina pushed herself up and some of that burn dissipated. She rolled her hips, hissing at the stretch as Ryan’s cock shifted inside her with the movement, then dropping herself back down. She cried out - it sent a bolt of pleasure through her that made her spine tingle, but it had also spiked the lingering sting inside - and Ryan’s hands tightened on her thighs. Karina panted, struggling to catch her breath, still rocking a little, stoking swirling rushes of sparks beneath her skin, inner muscles twitching.
She realised after a moment that she couldn’t move any more than that - Ryan was holding her too tightly. “Ryan.” she managed after a few more ragged breaths, and Ryan moaned, fingers flexing. He rubbed up over her thighs to her hips, one hand splaying over her stomach, and Karina groaned and pushed herself up again.
“You’re beautiful,” Ryan said, stroking up and down her right thigh, “and you feel like-”
Karina hummed and rocked herself down on his cock firmly, and Ryan broke into a sharp cry, tipping his head back, his whole body arching beneath her. Karina gasped as she rose with him again, but this time she was more prepared for the shift, and supported herself for a moment when he settled flat once more before rocking down.
“Good?” Karina asked breathlessly, already moving again, and Ryan laughed weakly, voice thick with a low moan.
“More than.” Ryan said on a hitching breath. “Fuck.” His hand slid down her belly and between her legs once more, seeking out the place where his cock sank into her body, her folds spread around him. Karina whined at the first touch of his fingertips, muscles clenching, and Ryan stroked her firmly.
Karina cried out; it felt like she was even more sensitive than she had been- Either because of her body stretching to accommodate Ryan inside her or because of his caresses and the pleasure he’d given her before. Karina shook her head, fighting to steady herself and keep moving, wanting more of that feeling deep inside as well.
Ryan moved with her as she braced herself and lifted up again, fingertips rubbing over her folds and circling her clit, making her gasp. She leaned heavily on her hands, feeling Ryan’s muscles flex and tighten beneath them as he rocked up into her, drawing out the pleasure of each stroke when she lowered herself.
And his fingers were settling into a steady rhythm that matched hers, keeping Karina almost trembling on a burning edge, breathless and dizzy. She bit her lip hard, rolling her hips harder, drawing out the motion this time.
“Ryan- Ryan, Ryan. . .” Karina wasn’t quite sure what she had started trying to say, caught up on his name, panting around it.
Ryan’s moans were growing steadily rougher, interrupted every so often by a shout that was usually accompanied with the tensing of his muscles and his body arching, his cock pushing deeper inside Karina, his fingers pressing more firmly against her clit and sending a fiercer wave of pleasure through her in turn, her muscles tightening around him, and- Karina wavered, pulling her hands down his body a little closer to brace herself, and Ryan groaned, long and low, fingers digging into her hip as he held tight.
Karina arched into his fingers on her clit, then leaned back to keep her balance as she took his cock in fully once more. It was a careful, sometimes wobbly balance she was learning, but it let her keep the rhythm they had built between them, tingling waves of heat pushing further through her body with every rocking slide up and down.
It was . . . growing steadily harder to keep herself moving, though she was breathless and shaky with the shivering tension curling low between her hips and the drive of the hot pleasure she wanted more of. She whined, toes curling and legs flexing as she pulled herself down more firmly on Ryan’s cock.
Ryan moaned, arching and rocking against her himself, his fingers a little rougher as they rubbed over her clit now, his knuckles brushing her inner thigh and pressing hard from time to time. Karina’s hips twitched. It seemed like every tiny movement of his fingertips knocked the breath from her in a tight, sparking-
Arching with a sudden snap, not quite bucking beneath her, Ryan dragged her down against him and forward a little, his fingers pressing hard against her tender core and making Karina jerk, crying out. That was a sharp, searing point that momentarily blotted out everything else . . . and then Ryan was moving again and the drag and pressure of his cock inside her pulled the burning pleasure into a tight focus that felt like being squeezed until-
Karina thought she might have cried out again, but she didn’t quite have the focus to be sure; she felt like she couldn’t breathe for a moment. Ryan’s cry she couldn’t have missed, loud and sharp, his whole body tensing as though the shout had pulled from deep, deep inside him somewhere. He did buck beneath her this time, hard, and Karina yelped as it drove his cock against her trembling, tightening, oversensitive inner muscles with a sliding stretch.
Then he went still, save for the tremors she could feel racing through his entire body, and his hands sliding over her hips and up, pulling. Karina let out an unsteady huff and nearly collapsed forwards with that urging pressure, and Ryan groaned, bringing her down against his body.
Karina dragged her arms out from beneath her and . . . let herself go lax over him, turning her head to rest her cheek on his collarbone and the thick muscle just beneath. Ryan liked having her lying on him, she remembered vaguely, and snuggled against him with a sharp shiver. Her head felt like it was spinning, with or without the rest of her, and she was trembling in unsteady little pulses, her body tightening every few breaths and reminding her that Ryan’s cock was deep inside her.
It felt good, the feeling connected to the deep warmth no longer pulled tight in her belly, now suffusing her whole body in heavy pulses from her core outwards, but there was also a building hot ache to it. Eventually it began making her shudder and grimace, though it was a small feeling compared to the pulsing, blissful warmth that had made every bit of Karina’s body begin to go lax. She could feel Ryan’s ragged breathing and the steady thump of his heart against her body, and after a while it began to meld with the waves of pleasure inside her.
Ryan’s hands, a little unsteady but warm and gentle, stroked her hips and up her back, and then-
Karina hissed, tensing, as Ryan’s cock eased out of her body. Ryan had pulled her up along his chest, disengaging their bodies while keeping her pressed close, and her muscles clenched achily at the sudden emptiness even as she clung to him, struggling to catch her breath.
Ryan hummed, or maybe murmured something, knuckles trailing up and down her spine, and Karina quickly went lax again, happy to lie there with her mind mostly out and Ryan supporting her and holding her close. She rubbed her cheek against his shoulder, drawing a deep breath, then let it out slowly.
“Karina?” Ryan said, and Karina blinked, opening her eyes and realising that the thrum she’d been snuggling into had been Ryan repeating her name. “Karina?”
Karina moaned, long and low. “Ryan?” she replied, and her voice was low and strange to her own ears. She licked her lips, shifting a little, and made a thin little sound as it sent ripples of pleasure through her body.
“There you are, Princess.” Ryan said, warm and still rough. He stroked up and down her back with one splayed hand. Karina blinked lazily. Of course she was. She nuzzled and kissed the base of his throat, and Ryan moaned softly. “Are you all right?” he asked, fingers curling at the nape of her neck.
Karina lifted her head, finding the movement way more difficult than it felt like it should be, and braced herself shakily on one forearm as she met Ryan’s eyes. Every bit of tension was gone from his expression now, she saw, reaching up and stroking his face thoughtlessly, the backs of her fingers ruffling his hair, already very messy around his face.
“Princess?” Ryan asked, fingers flexing at the nape of her neck, stroking out along the back of her shoulder, then back up.
“Amazing.” Karina said, taking a moment to dredge the word up from her somewhat scattered mind. She smiled as Ryan’s thumb rubbed along the side of her neck. She tilted her head, shivering as she felt her hair sliding over her back. “Feeling good?” she asked, shifting her weight and bringing up one hand, tracing Ryan’s jaw as he moaned and laughed at once, a little breathless, almost choking sound.
“Beautiful.” Ryan said, and tugged Karina gently up to kiss her, soft and shallow and lingering.
Karina moaned against his mouth, her body going lax again before she had quite decided to; Ryan caught her, supported her, anyway. Ryan hummed as their lips parted, rubbing a hand over her side, and Karina protested wordlessly, not opening her eyes, as he moved her, rolling her down onto the bed beside him. She shivered, muscles clenching, and stretched her legs, suddenly aware of the achy feeling in her thighs.
Then Ryan wasn’t snug against her side any more, and Karina reached for him. “Ryan?”
“Just a minute, Princess.” Ryan murmured, kissing her brow, and Karina sighed and let her arm fall to the bed again. She was sprawled a little, she realised, but was not exactly in any frame of mind to care. Ryan’s bed was comfortable, she thought - she’d never been on it before, and she hadn’t really been paying attention earlier. Not to how the bed felt, anyway.
. . .of course, Karina felt a little like she imagined warm honey might, just now, and her body was still warm and tingling with pleasure. Anything might be comfortable right now.
“Here, Princess.” Ryan said, and she smiled, opening her eyes to find him leaning over her. His knuckles rubbed up and down her side, from her ribs to her hips, and he bent to kiss her brow once more.
Karina reached up, hand curling along his jaw, and tugged a little. Ryan moved obligingly, kissing her properly and making her moan, soft and contented, as she closed her eyes again. He smiled against her mouth before pulling away, smoothing his hand over her stomach.
Then something wet and warm brushed over the apex of her thighs and dipped between them, and Karina grimaced, squirming. ‟Ryan!” It wasn’t harsh, whatever it was, but it felt rough on her very tender skin, and she hadn’t been expecting it.
Her breath hitched as Ryan nuzzled a kiss to her belly just above her hip. “Just a minute,” he said, and she frowned, looking down at him, “it will feel nicer to clean up a little before you sleep, Princess.” he said, lips quirking.
“Oh.” Karina blinked, then winced, squirming again. No doubt. She shook her head at herself. Her head was. . .
“It’s all right, I’ve got you.” Ryan said, stroking her stomach and down over her hip and thigh again, and the washcloth he held was soft. Karina fidgeted and relaxed her legs as he stroked it gently over her core, wincing again as the achy burn in her thighs returned to her attention, stretching a little more to work it out . . . or just to feel it, she wasn’t sure.
By the time Ryan moved away, with a last kiss just beneath her navel, the ache was fading to the familiar feeling of having used her legs just a little more than she would have liked, and Karina was relaxing into something like a puddle again. She laughed a little. Much more enjoyable than any workout - or rescue, or fight - that had ever left her with that feeling before, she thought.
“Something funny, Princess?” Ryan asked, settling beside her again. He was propped on his left elbow, stretching out.
Karina grinned at him, turning towards him and reaching out to stroke him, smoothing her hand from his hip up over his chest. “You are a very nice workout.” she told him, lips twitching, and he laughed, curling an arm around her waist and pulling her in against himself.
“Mm, I’m glad you think so.” Ryan said playfully, nuzzling her cheek and kissing her lightly. Then he lifted his arm and pulled away a little, and Karina sighed, letting her hand rest on his hip until he moved further and it fell away entirely.
Ryan leaned up, but he was back a moment later, drawing the duvet over them and-
The lights went out, and Karina blinked a few times, adjusting to the shift. She yawned, shifting slowly, and her fingers brushed Ryan’s ribs. His own curled around them a moment later, and he brought her hand up to kiss her fingertips, then released her hand, shifting beside her.
Karina edged closer, smoothing her fingers over Ryan’s ribs and chest, and yawned again. She felt heavy and warm and. . .
“Sweet dreams, my insatiable, incredible Princess.” Ryan murmured just at the edge of her awareness as she drifted. Karina smiled, letting herself slip away.