ROMANCING MO RYAN (3 page)

He closed his eyes, pleased by her response, and allowed her head to rest on his chest.
 
This had been one of the best weeks he’d experienced in a long time.
 
He arrived at the convention in Cleveland, as he did every year, expecting to do nothing more than lecture brand new journalists and then head back to his hectic existence in south Florida.
 
Until Nikki came along.

Now she was on top of him, naked in his arms, and he was drinking up her sweet, fresh perfume scent, the softness of her curvaceous body, the feel of her tight brown ass rubbing against his strong, hard hands.

But as he felt the fullness of her body on top of his, he began to develop the kind of hard-on he knew would have to be attended to sooner rather than later.
 
He wanted to take it very slow, but there was no accounting for nature.
 

She lifted her face up to his.
 
When she smiled that gorgeous white smile of hers, it melted his heart.
 
She always looked so innocent to him, so vulnerable despite her obvious independence, and the idea of her being out in this world, without his protection, disturbed him.
 

But what could he do about it?
 
She was young and brave and could have any young man she wanted, certainly one that didn’t come with all of his baggage, and he wasn’t about to inject himself into what was now her magnificently carefree life.
 

“How do you feel?” he asked her.

She thought about this.
 
That was Nikki, Mo had come to realize.
 
Even the most rudimentary questions were answered honestly.
 
“Momentary,” she replied.

Mo paused, stared into her eyes.
 
“Because of what I said about tomorrow?”

“Because of what it is.
 
What
this
is.
 
It’s momentary.
 
But I want to enjoy the moment.”

Mo smiled.
 
She was always thoughtful, sometimes in ways that concerned him, but she always came down on the right side in the end.
 
He placed his hand on the side of her face.
 
He looked at that gorgeous face, at the smoothness of her mocha-brown skin, at her luscious, African lips, and he kissed those lips for the very first time.
 

It felt so good tasting her that he groaned.

“You will enjoy this moment,” he said to her as he continued to kiss her.
 
“I promise you that.”

Nikki felt the heat of his kiss, felt the warmth of his embrace, and she knew immediately that she was in good hands.
 
She did not regret this decision.

“Open your mouth, baby,” he coaxed as he kissed her.
 
And she did as she was told.
 

He groaned when their tongues intertwined and Nikki loved the fact that she could turn him on too.
 
Because he was completely turned on.
 
She could hear it in his guttural sounds. She could feel it in his thick penis as it pressed harder and harder, getting bigger and bigger, against her.
 
This was a well experienced man, and the fact that a man like this was turned on by her, heightened her own sensuality.

They kissed for what seemed to Nikki to be a wonderfully long time.
 
All that could be heard in the quiet hotel room was the sound of their smacking, and of his grunts and groans.
 
His big arms had her small body completely encircled as he kissed her.
 
He held her in such a protective embrace that all she could think about was how great it felt to be in his arms.
 
She turned this down, from so many other men who had wanted to do exactly what Mo Ryan was doing to her right now.
 
But this man, this strong, gorgeous, virile man who was nearly fifteen years her senior, was the only man she had ever allowed the privilege.

He was also the only one who told her the truth about their day after, even though that truth was becoming painful for Nikki.
 
She closed her eyes as he trailed from her mouth to her ear, and then as his tongue began licking her neck.
 
And then, as he moved her body up higher on his, he moved down lower, capturing her ripe, taut nipples with his mouth.
 

She kept her eyes closed as he sucked her, not only to enjoy the moment, but to dismiss the harsh reality that there would be no additional moments to come.

“You taste so sweet,” he said in a heavy voice as he sucked and kissed and licked and squeezed the life out of her breasts.
 
He was becoming almost frenetic with his licks.
 
“Oh, baby,” he said as he sucked one breast and squeezed the other one.
 
“I can’t get enough.
 
You taste so. . . Oh, Nikki!”
 

And he kept sucking her breasts.
 
And then he moved her off of him and laid her on her back.
 
It was so wonderfully decisive that Nikki felt the same sensual jolt he was feeling.

And he continued to kiss and suck her breasts, but this time he was on top.
 
From one to the other he kissed, then sucked.
 
His tongue licked around the edges of her mounds and then bit her nipples.
 
She moaned as he kept licking and sucking and biting her.

“You like that, baby?” he asked her.
 

“Yes,” she replied.

“I love it,” he said.
 
“I can’t get enough of you.
 
Oh, Nick, I never dreamed . . .” And his voice trailed off, because his mouth was on the move again, kissing his way down her body.
 
From her flat stomach, to her thighs, and then he opened her legs.
 
She could barely breathe when she felt his tongue lick inside of her womanhood.

And when that same tongue began to rapidly lick her clit, she lifted up on her elbows, her head bent back, as he made love to her there.
 
She’d never experienced anything like it.
 
She’d read about it, she’d even heard females go on and on about it, but to experience it for herself was beyond anything her wildest imagination could have concocted.

Her body felt ablaze with passion as he ate her, as he would not relent, as he kept tasting her as if he was tasting a delicacy, his favorite meal, and he wasn’t about to rush it through.

Mo could barely contain himself when he first began kissing her plump, gorgeous breasts.
 
But when he made his way down the length of her and was able to enjoy the wonderful womanly scent, the taste, the very texture of her sweet vagina, he thought he was going to explode.
  
He placed his hands underneath her ass and lifted her, squeezing her two tight cheeks, as he sucked her, as her womanhood turned red and flaming, as her body kept lifting up higher to allow him the fullest possible enjoyment.
 
But the more he enjoyed her, the more his penis screamed out for entry.

“You taste so delicious, babe,” he said as he continued to flick her clit. “I could suck on this pussy until you come in my mouth!”

“Oh, Mo!” Nikki yelled out when he said those words.
 

“But my dick have needs too,” he added.
 
“And I don’t know if I can hold on any longer, babe.
 
I don’t know if. . .”

 
But he still couldn’t tear himself away from the smell, the taste of her vagina.
 
But he had to.
 
Nature was calling.

He got out of bed.
 
He now stood before her as a naked specimen of a man, jerking on his huge, expanded penis, watching her react to his changing size.
 
And she turned him on even more when her beautiful brown body lurched upward, anticipating his entry.
 

And he wanted to enter that sweet thang of hers raw.
 
He stared at her, jerking his penis like a tease, and he wanted to take her raw so badly that he was smacking his lips just thinking about how she was going to make him feel.
 

But he knew he couldn’t do that to her.
 
He was clean, he knew that, and he was willing to bet the farm that she was, too.
 
But risking it would be a fool’s game.
 
And they weren’t fools.
 
He put on a condom.

When he entered her, he entered easy, relaxing to the newness of her, the tightness of her, knowing that this was already shaping up to be an experience he was never going to forget.
 
His hands were on either side of her, with his upper body leaned up, and he knew instinctively that he was in the presence of something so precious, so wonderful, that he could hardly believe his good fortune.
 

  
He looked closely at her as he eased into her.
 
He stared deep into her bright brown eyes and was taken by the way she seemed so trusting of him, but yet so suspicious.
 
He also saw a kind of fiery passion lurking underneath that suspiciousness.
 
And that powerful feeling came over him again, as if he wasn’t just fucking her, but was loving her.
 
That he, in fact, loved her.
 

Loved her
, he thought.
 
Where in the world did that come from?
 
He had already told her that this would be a one-time thing for them.
 
They both already knew there was no future here.
 
How in the world could he even think about love?

But as he looked at her, as his thickening cock slid in and out of her in a sweet, easy gyration, still going in no further than the front tip of her entry, determined to drag out this enchantment as long as he could, he couldn’t deny what he felt.
 
It was lust, it was probably ninety percent lust.
 
But that other feeling, the deeper one that had him dreaming about her every night since the first day they met, was there too.

But just as he was about to ease in further, her body gave a small jerk and she squeezed her eyes tightly shut.
 
He knew she was ready for him, his foreplay had been considerable.
 
Why would she wince that way?
 
Was he too big for her?
 
Was he hurting her?

“Baby, what’s the matter?” he asked, stopping his entry while his penis was still at the very front of her vagina.
 

She opened her eyes.
 
She even tried to smile.
 
“Nothing’s wrong.”

But as quickly as she opened those bewildered eyes of hers, he realized exactly what it was.
 
His heart hammered against his chest.

“It can’t. . . Is it . . .”
 
He frowned.
 
“Is this your
first
time, Nikki?” he asked her.

She stared into his eyes, wondering what would he think of her.
 
But it was what it was. She was a virgin on purpose.
 

She nodded her head, fought back the tears that were trying to come.
 
“Yes,” she said.

And it stopped Mo cold.
 
Despite her maturity he’d already seen an innocence there, and an undeniable vulnerability.
 
But he never dreamed she’d be
this
innocent, and
this
vulnerable.
 
His penis remained just inside of her, not moving in any deeper or out any further, and he placed his hand on the side of her hair.
 

It would be robbery if he continued. This was supposed to be a one-night stand for them, a chance for both of them to get some much needed, wonderful sex before they moved on to their separate lives in their separate states.
 
The idea of being the first man to break her in, and then to leave her, was unconscionable to him.

It was physically painful, even tortuous, but he pulled out.
 
Although her already big eyes stretched wider, as if she was disappointed that he had decided to pull out, he also saw relief in those eyes.