"Mhm ... there, hmm."
"Right here?"
"Mhmm, yes."
"Feel good?"
"Mhm," came the breathy, airy reply.
Ryan squeezed Sudie's shoulders and exhaled. His hands probed the tense muscles of her shoulders and neck gently. He was trying to help her relax, but an entirely different thing was happening to him.
"Hmm ..."
He swallowed and cleared his throat. "You're doing it on purpose," he said, his voice husky--raspy.
Sudanie chuckled softly. "What am I doing on purpose?" Her voice playful.
"Those sounds you're making when I touch you," Ryan replied, his voice warm and deep.
"You're making me think," he said, his voice trailing off suggestively.
The grit in his voice made Sudanie's loins clench. "Think what?" she asked in a breathy tone.
Ryan pulled her close to him and kissed her neck. They were sitting on the large couch in her living room. She was sitting before him, her back to him. She had complained that her neck felt stiff.
He had willingly obliged to rub her neck and shoulders for her, but those sounds she was making were driving him over the edge. He wrapped his arms possessively around her waist. "You're making me want to find out if you would really push me away if I press further."
"Press further?" she asked. She was enjoying his arms around her. His warm body felt like a solid wall behind her.
"Mhm." He bent his head and nibbled on her neck. "I wonder what you would sound like if ..." He stopped himself. He wasn't sure how she would feel if he told her what he really wanted to do to her.
"Tell me," she said, her breathing accelerated.
He moved his hands up to tentatively cup her breasts through the cotton blouse she was wearing. She arched her neck and lay back on him with a sigh. Her head rested on his shoulder. She shivered as he caressed her with a rhythmic motion.
"Rhy," she whispered softly. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open as she took shallow breaths.
"Sudie ..." He squeezed her gently, his hands caressing her bosom. She didn't stop him. Groaning softly, she gave in to him. He squeezed her chest more aggressively and heard her moan.
"Sudie, tell me to stop," he breathed.
"I-I ..." A ragged breath escaped her lips as his hands went under her blouse to caress warm skin inside a D cup bra.
"I want to make love to you, Sudie, but I don't want to violate your trust," he whispered.
"I trust you. I-I don't want you to stop. I know we shouldn't, but I ..."
Using the last ounce of his self control, Ryan took his hands from inside her blouse. He moved away from her and stood to his feet. Sudanie groaned out of frustration.
Ryan stepped back. She turned around and saw the clear evidence of his arousal. She stared at it, her cheeks burning, her body humming with need.
"I can't do this," he blurted out. His voice was raspy, gravelly--sounding like he was in physical pain.
"You're hard," she said. Her eyes met his.
"Yeah, I am," he said ruefully. He rubbed his right hand over his face, while his left hand rested on his hip. He was still wearing his police officer's uniform. He went over to her house after his shift because he wanted to see her.
Sudie's heart hammered against her rib cage as she saw the fierce hunger burning in his eyes. She was thinking of standing and going to him. She wanted to show him that she wasn't afraid and she would not regret if something were to happen between them. She yearned for his touch. Just as she was about to rise to her feet, Ryan put his hands up.
"Don't," he said, the words rumbling in his chest.
He stepped back. "I'm gonna go. If I stay I'm going to strip off every piece of your clothing, and make you scream my name."
A dark feeling of pleasure ran up her spine. Her breath hitched as she imagined what he could do to her if she let him. She took a step towards him.
"Don't move," he said. His voice had a steely edge, but Sudanie knew he was one caress away from surrendering to her. His shoulders were square with tension. He picked up his phone from the coffee table. Strapping on his service belt with his gun he had laid on the back of an armchair, he looked at her.
Even now she was aware of the power she had over him, but stood rooted in the same spot. She wanted him to come to her willingly, not through coercion.
"Okay, maybe we went too far?" It came out more like a question than an admission.
"Yeah," he said softly.
"Rhy--"
"I'm sorry," he said and walked to the front door. He opened the door and closed it behind him.
***
He sat in his apartment. His heart still racing from his last encounter with Sudie. He was this close to giving in. They had been courting for three months. Three months from the day they both agreed to make their relationship official. But more importantly, to take things slow.
He unbuckled his service belt, and removed his gun. He entered his bedroom and sat on the floor. His hands traced under the mattress to a soft indentation where some of the stuffing had been removed. He checked his gun then tucked it into that hollow space in the mattress. He rose to his feet then sat on the bed. A rushed breath escaped his lips.
Just thinking about her was getting him all worked up. She smelled so good. Sudanie always smelt pleasant. However, since they started dating, she was taking extra care with her appearance and hygiene.
She even told him recently that she had invested in new makeup, soaps and oils to make him feel comfortable around her. She took longer showers and last week she told him she went to her first waxing appointment.
He was very flattered by the efforts she was putting in for him. It made him want to do something for her--to improve himself in some way. He booked a one year membership to the gym Shane was a part of.
He had a gym he used to visit, but their rates had gotten ridiculously high. When he told Shane about his fitness goal, Sarge had smiled, and said, "Great. We can motivate each other." Ryan laughed then, but agreed.
He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it out of his pants. He opened his pants, unzipping it with an aggression that was not necessary. He left the clothes in a pile and stepped into the shower.
He was about to turn the shower knob when he heard his phone ringing. He stepped out of the bathroom, but took his time to move to the phone. He looked at the lit up screen. It was Sudanie. He answered.
"I'm sorry," she said quietly.
Silence.
Sudanie sighed. "Rhy, hunny, I'm sorry. Maybe it's because I'm ovulating, maybe it's because your hands feel so good on my body. Or maybe it's because I'm starving for affection. I'm sorry."
Ryan took a deep breath and released it. "I want you, Sue. I can't turn off how I feel."
His confession gave her a thrill. She smiled. "I want you too, Rhy. We made a promise to each other to take things slow. Forgive me for not stopping it earlier. Okay?"
He stood naked in his bedroom and wished she was with him. "I'm sorry too. I should have stopped sooner."
Sudanie chuckled softly. "Maybe. It's good to know I rattle you," she teased.
He grunted. "That's not funny," he quipped.
"I know, but it's good to know where my limits are." she said.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"You make feel weak when I'm around you, Rhy. No joke," Sudanie admitted. "I'm glad I'm not the only one feeling like this."
He snorted and she laughed. He listened to her laugh and a smile crept up his lips in spite of himself.
"If I had continued ...?" He wanted to know.
"If you had continued, I probably wouldn't be strong enough to stop you," she confessed, her voice a little husky.
Ryan closed his eyes and sighed. "You know we can't," he whispered.
"I know, baby, I know," she said with a sigh. "Which is why I mentioned limits."
He cleared his throat and opened his eyes. He focused his gaze on the symmetrical patterns on the floor tiles.
"It may be a good idea for us to just meet outside of my home from now on. No home visits," she said reluctantly.
"Yeah, good idea," he answered. She could tell he was disappointed as much as she was.
He cleared his throat again. "So ... you're ... you're ovulating?"
She chuckled. "Yes sir."
He closed his eyes and imagined her on his bed, his hands exploring every secret curve she tried to hide from him. "You're lucky," he muttered softly.
"Why?" she asked, her heart rate spiking.
"You're lucky you're not here with me or I'm not there with you," he said.
"What would you do?" she asked, her heart fluttering.
"Take off every stitch of clothing, very slowly. Kiss your neck and your shoulders. Kiss your sweet lips. Then I would use my hands to caress those beautiful breasts. I would suck on them a little, then use my tongue to get your nipples really hard. I'd tease them with my fingers. I would tease your body until you're wet for me. So hot, so wet, you'd beg me to take you.
"Then I would take my time, penetrate you from behind, nice and slow. Have your butt in the air, your head on my pillow. Your legs shaking, and you moaning my name. I would caress you all over and tell you how beautiful you are, and how much I want you."
He could hear her breathing accelerate. He opened his eyes. "But ..." He swallowed. "I respect you enough to wait until you're mine completely. We said we would court each other properly. I intend to keep my promise, no matter how hard it gets."
He heard Sudanie sigh.
"Baby, I gotta go. Okay?" He shifted on his feet.
Sudanie whimpered. "You sound so sexy on the phone."
He chuckled darkly. "Wait until I'm inside you," he growled. His usual refined voice came out gravelly and deep.
Sudie felt hot all over. Her throat was dry. "Um ... Rhy," she breathed.
"Gotta go, Sudie." He had a raging erection. He desperately needed a cold shower.
"Okay ..." A pause. "Okay, see you tomorrow," she managed to say.
He blew her a wet, sloppy kiss that made her loins clench and heat pool deep inside her. She closed her eyes and thought about his hands all over her: His fingers probing, penetrating her moist core. A soft breath escaped her lips.
Ryan heard the quickening of her breath. A smile graced his lips. He loved the sounds she was making. He would court her for another year then propose if all went well.
"I wish your hands were all over me," she said, her body aching for him.
"Not yet, baby-girl." He blew a softer kiss through the phone. "Get some sleep, Sue. Good night."
She sighed. "Good night, Rhy."
Ryan hung up. He made a guttural sound and shook his head. He dropped his phone on the bed and went to bathe.
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