The Sun and the Moon [Wattys 2015 winner]

Chapter 19: I'm All Yours

In the few weeks that I have known Ryan, I have experienced many different kinds of kisses from him. He could kiss sweet, hot, sensual, demanding, light, or companionable. Fine by me; I would take them all. I don't choose favorites here, people. I'm an equal-opportunity Ryan-kisser.

But my first kiss with him as "official" boyfriend-and-girlfriend? He took the opportunity to introduce me to a new kind of kiss that, had I imagined it before, I would have told you that it only existed in an alternate universe.

It didn't.

He got out of his chair on the terrace and kneeled between my thighs, his bare, fuck me, bare, muscly, warm chest, right there for me like some sort of boy banquet, and his blue flowered swim trunks dropping below his hip bones. My thighs parted biblically to let him in. Wrapping his arms low around my waist, he pulled me forward by my hips, and he pressed his hardening oh-boy into my hoo-ha. And he stayed there, his arms around me, his warmth pressed to me, on his knees before me, looking up at me. I responded by pulling him even closer, my arms around his neck, my hands grazing the nape of his neck, loving the way his hair curled there.

Yeah, this was a fucking awesome place to be, in the arms of a Sun God on a sunny morning.

But he made it even better by observing me for a moment. A beat. Just looking at me, accepting me, letting me be there, with him, in his arms. I looked back at him and then started reviewing his boyish freckles, his cheekbones, his handsome jaw. As I gazed at his mouth, he leaned in, and brushed his full lips against mine, first to the right, then to the left, and then pressed in the middle, a full-lipped kiss, giving me him, and all of him.

I parted my lips and his tongue found mine, joining together, enjoying being with each other, enjoying kissing, enjoying the connection of our warm, moist mouths and our bodies. He leaned into me, I leaned into him. We were equal participants in an utterly active kiss. We took our time, licking the inside of each other's mouths, gently probing, then building the kiss so it was stronger and stronger. With this kiss, I gave him me, and he gave me him, and it was beautiful.

He left my mouth and started leaving open kisses down my chin, straight down my neck, on the most vulnerable part of my throat, while I kissed his nose, his forehead, the top of his head, as he made his way down. Then he whispered against my neck, "come to bed."

I nodded.

He wrapped my legs around his waist and easily got to his feet, me with all four limbs wrapped around him like a full-frontal baby monkey.

"Do you work out?" I demanded, as he walked me across the enormous full-windowed, sunny room to his big, comfy bed, his face buried in my neck.

"Sometimes. If I can't get a session in."

"Session?" I asked.

"Surfing session," he said, with a low chuckle. "This kind of session doesn't count as exercise. It counts as pleasure."

He planted me in the bed and leaned over to take off my t-shirt.

But I had a different idea. I pushed him back with my hand.

"Wait, Ryan."

He regarded me, confused.

"Can I try something?"

"What?" he asked warily, his head cocked, his eyebrows coming together.

I heard the waves crash outside.

I started, hesitantly, "Ryan, you're always Mr. In-Charge in the bedroom, but you know, I haven't really had a chance to explore your body—"

"I'm all yours," he interrupted.