Chapter 1
Anne was nervous, she was going to spend the whole day with Ryan. She recollected the strange and unusual situation for the hundredth time: she was seeing a married man. A polyamorous married man that blew her mind. Anne felt such intense chemistry and connection with him emotionally, physically, and intellectually. They have fooled around a couple times that always left her desperately wanting more, her desire running down her legs every time he dropped her off at home. Anne checked her appearance in the mirror again and reflected. She looked from her deep auburn hair that fell in ringlets to the middle of her back, to her primarily green hazel eyes rimmed by dark lashes, her small button nose and freckles across her high cheek bones. Anne was slender and petite, a nice way of saying “short”.
Before Anne could make herself too nervous she heard the distant rumble of Ryan’s motorcycle, and suddenly wanted to look busy, as if she hadn’t already tidied her house a dozen times in the last two hours. This was the first time she was letting Ryan come to her house.
When Anne opened the door she gave Ryan an appreciative once over: from his dark buzz cut, to his intense pale blue gaze, his straight nose with a smattering of freckles, and his plump lips interrupted by a prominent Cupid’s bow. His lips parted into a brilliant smile, also revealing his crows feet. Ryan had five o’clock shadow today, a rare treat for Anne seeing as he is in the Army. Ryan apparently had the same thing on his mind because he stepped forward immediately invading her space and filling her nostrils with his masculine scent. Ryan shut the door behind him, still in Anne’s space. “Good morning, Beautiful.” He murmured low and throaty. Anne felt heat pool between her legs already and smiled up at Ryan “Who said it’s a good morning?” Ryan wasted no time, grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her to him for a deep kiss. This man never messed around, he meant business every time he touched her. Anne thought again how much she appreciated their height difference, she was merely five feet tall, and Ryan was about 5’10. Anne lost track of all thought beyond wanting every inch of Ryan to touch every inch of her.
Ryan slowly backed her against the wall, using his hips to pin her there. Anne felt breathless on unsteady legs, she could feel her wetness coating her panties. It felt like Ryan’s hands were everywhere: in her hair, on her cheeks, on her neck, caressing her breasts, and nudging her into him at the small of her back. Anne couldn’t get enough. Ryan didn’t make her wait long, he tilted her head to kiss, nip, and suck her shoulder and neck while his hand dipped into her jeans. Anne let out a whimper and held onto Ryan’s shoulders as he made her feel weightless. He applied pressure and rubbed her clit in fast, flicking motions while he reclaimed her mouth. Anne gasped lightly as Ryan put one, then two fingers inside of her and curled them. He rubbed his knuckle against her G-spot expertly, while his thumb continued to apply pressure and circles to her clit. Anne loved when he did this, she had never felt such intense pleasure before. Ryan smiled in male satisfaction at her little gasps of pleasure, still pinning her with his hips and holding her close with one arm wrapped around her. Ryan slid his hand lower to her hips and encouraged her to rock her hips in time with his fingering. Anne wasted no time, knowing exactly how to grind with him to reach her pleasure. Ryan groaned in erotic satisfaction, her scent and reactive nature making his erection painfully hard. “Cum for me Beautiful.” Ryan growled between their lips, knowing that she was past the point of no return. She clenched around his fingers and held on to his shoulders, burying her face in the crook of his neck. Ryan’s five o’clock shadow scraped her face as he kissed his way back to her mouth and took her lips in a gentle, loving kiss. He continued at a slower pace, focusing on her clit while Anne slowed her breathing. Ryan trailed his hands down her sides, to her thighs and suddenly picked her up. Anne wrapped her legs around him and took his face in both of her hands while he walked her to the couch and sat down with her in his lap.
Anne trailed her fingers up Ryan’s stomach from his waistband to his sternum, loving the soft hair her fingers glided over. Ryan leaned forward and Anne understood the permission to push his shirt over his head. With Ryan shirtless she enjoyed the view, he had well defined muscle, but wasn’t overly skinny with a six pack. Ryan’s shoulders were wide and strong with a prominent collar bone. Ryan didn’t waste time, he pulled Anne’s shirt off and chuckled in appreciation that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Ryan buried his face in her breasts, taking one pink nipple into his mouth. Anne held the back of his head to her breast while Ryan played with her nipple, rolling the nipple with a flat tongue. Anne reached down and unclasped Ryan’s belt, but he didn’t move to allow her to pull his pants off, he continued the sensory assault on her sensitive nipple while he unbuttoned her pants and bucked her up so he could pull her pants and underwear off in one motion. Sitting on Ryan’s lap now straddling him had her bare clit pressed against his pants, and Anne glanced down to see her juices coating his pants. Ryan released her nipple and recaptured her mouth while he shimmied his pants down. The full, nude contact of their bodies sent shivers down Anne’s spine. His warm chest and thighs were a stark contrast to the cool air on her skin. Anne felt his erection at her entrance, but Ryan did not push himself forward. Instead Ryan continued thumbing her clit while she grinded her hips.
Ryan finally withdrew his hand and Anne wasted no time. She positioned herself and pushed Ryan into her. She opened her eyes to see Ryan watching her as she sank slowly, fully seating him inside of her. Anne slowly grinded her hips forward and back, enjoying the way he hit her G-spot. Ryan leaned his head back against the couch and held her hips with both hands, his fingers splayed out against her ass cheeks spreading them. Anne moved up and down a little faster now, watching Ryan’s face as he clearly enjoyed her motions. Ryan sat forward and held her close. One of his arms crossed her hips and his other forearm travelled up her spine to fist a hand into her hair. Ryan matched her movements and Anne felt the tingling start in her lower stomach, she was going to cum again. Ryan’s arms tightened around her and he gasped lightly, he bit into her shoulder while he poured himself into Anne. Anne whimpered and ground against him, wanting his organs to be mind blowing, eventually driving herself over the edge and clenching him again. They stayed like that, with their arms around one another, Anne’s legs still gripping Ryan’s hips.
