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The Start of Something New	By : monamourange Category: Individual Celebrities > Ryan Reynolds Views: 3286 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 6: What to Do After Everything is Cleaned?

Heather looked at her watch, “Hole Hell! It’s already 8 pm. We cleaned for eight freakin’ hours! I can’t believe it! We got all of the cleaning done!”

Ryan looked at her and smiled. Heather’s hair was slightly mussed and her clothes were a little dusty, but to Ryan, she looked wonderful.

“So?” Ryan asked in a mock-contemplative voice, “What was it again that you said we could do after we were done cleaning?” He scratched his head, faining confusion. “Oh yes, I remember! Now we get to play! Are you gonna wash me now, I am quite dirty!” He looked at his pants and shirt, covered in dust and grime.

Heather looked over at Ryan, sprawled out on the couch. His hair was sticking out everywhere, his clothes were filthy, and he looked delectable. “Well,” Heather fake-yawned, “I am pretty tired!”

As she said this his face looked as scandalized as a young boy’s when his favorite sweet is taken away. Heather rolled her body onto his. “Don’t worry,” she whispered into his ear, “I’m not THAT tired.”

She kissed his cheek and climbed off of him. “I, however, do not think that laying on top of you is a good idea!” As she said this she looked at the slowly growing bulge at the front of his jeans.

His eyes traveled down to where her gaze was held. “Yeah,” and here he coughed slightly and tried to adjust himself, “I don’t either.”

She put out her hand and offered to help him up. His hand slid into hers and she yanked him up. Heather stumbled back slightly, but was steadied by Ryan’s big, warm hands around her waist. “I wouldn’t let you fall.” he whispered.

He began pulling her hips closer to his. “If you start this here, you know as well as I do, that we’ll never make it into the shower! Now, into the bathroom we go!” As she said this she pushed him towards the bathroom.

They walked into the restroom, and Heather bent down to turn on the warm water in the shower. She turned around and saw Ryan standing there, his eyes raking over her entire body.

He sensuously moved his body towards hers, and reached out a hand to touch her. “No!” Heather lightly slapped his hand. “You are not allowed to touch me ‘til I say so.”

She walked towards him, and skimmed her fingers lightly over the tops of his jeans. “First off,” she whispered, “we have to get rid of this shirt.” She slowly began pulling the shirt over his head, allowing her fingers to lightly trail down his abdomen, scratching lightly near the top of his pants.

Heather knelt down, allowing her knees to touch the ground. Ryan sucked in a breath. Watching her get that close to his growing problem was almost more than he could handle. His hands yearned to grab her hair and push her face into his crotch. “Don’t even think about it!” Heather exclaimed. Ryan’s gaze went down and her gaze pierced his.

As she held his gaze she popped open the first button on his jeans, and then slowly began to unzip them. As the zipper reached the end she grabbed the pants legs and quickly yanked them down, allowing Ryan’s boxer-covered shaft to spring free. “Hmm... you are a big boy!” Heather said softly, and then licked her lips.

“Next,” she whispered, slowly standing up, “it’s my turn.” Heather made sure to keep her eyes trained on Ryan. She grabbed the bottom of her shirt and slowly tugged, allowing her bra-covered breasts to be exposed to Ryan’s hungry gaze.

“I’m gonna guess that’s not going to be coming off.” he said as he pointed towards her black bra.

“You’d be guessing correctly, Mr. Reynolds.” Here she slowly began lowering her capris down her hips, exposing her matching black panties. “These aren’t either.” she whispered.

She opened the shower curtain and slowly stepped into the tub. She turned around and looked directly at Ryan. “You may follow me in now.” she told him. Ryan didn’t waste any time and quickly stepped into the shower with her.

Heather pushed him under the hot spray, allowing his entire body to be covered with warm water. Her eyes became riveted to the many water droplets cascading down his firm body. ‘Oh man!’ she thought to herself, ‘I just wanna lick him, from head to toe!”

Ryan closed his eyes and put his head under the spray, allowing his hair to become drenched. ‘My God!’ her mind raged, ‘Who would have ever thought that I would be standing in a shower, almost naked, about to give Ryan Reynolds a shower?’

Heather grabbed a washcloth, and soaped it up. She began running the washcloth over his entire body, rubbing in small circles as she went. Ryan’s breath began coming faster and faster as she got closer and closer to his boxer-covered hips.

His arms flexed and unflexed straining to keep his hands from touching her. Heather noticed this and finally ended the no-touch rule. “You can touch me now.” she whispered. His arms quickly went around her, coming to rest on her hips, pulling her body closer to his.

Her hand went between their bodies and began softly washing the inside of his thighs, and then went higher. Her hand disappeared inside his boxers, causing Ryan’s breath to catch. The washcloth slowly ran over his entire member, her fingers softly skimming as well. His hands grasped her hips tightly.

Her hand slowly came out of his boxers, causing Ryan to groan in frustration. His strong arms pulled her body fully against his, their bodies molding perfectly. Her body began slowly moving, creating a very much wanted friction between them.

Ryan moaned low in his throat, and pulled Heather’s body even tighter against his. Heather laid her head on his chest allowing his hands to guide the movement between them.

Ryan quickly decided that Heather was not wet enough for his liking. He switched their positions, pushing Heather under the warm spray. Her nipples became hard as her bra became drenched and clung to her breasts. She moaned as Ryan brought their lips together to meet in their most passionate kiss yet.

His tongue flicked out softly licking her bottom lip, asking for entrance. Her warm lips quickly parted allowing his tongue to softly venture inside. Their tongues battled for dominance, neither allowing the other to dominate for long.

Ryan’s lips left her mouth and began slowly kissing and licking their way down her neck. Heather moaned and rubbed their bodies together, wishing Ryan would touch her at her core. His lips trailed their way towards the tops of her breasts. He softly kissed her breast, and sucked a bra-covered nipple into his mouth, causing Heather to throw her head back and tighten her grip on his wet shoulders.

As Ryan licked and suck at her nipple, he began rubbing their bodies together, causing a much wanted friction between both of them.

Their lips again met. Ryan’s hand slowly made it’s way towards Heather’s pantie-covered heat. His fingers slowly pushed their way inside, finding her hot and very wet. His fingers slid in and out softly rubbing her nub every time.

Heather’s mind had completely shut off, all she could think was, ‘Dear God! Oh yeah! Right there!’ She was softly moaning, her head falling back and twisting from side to side. The pleasure overload was soon going to cause her to explode. His fingers slid their way once more into her heat, her entire body tightened up, and she came with a low moan. The contraction of her inner-muscles caused his fingers to be pulled in softly. This caused Heather’s pleasure to be even more intense. Ryan could feel Heather throbbing around his digits, causing him to moan softly, wishing the warm heat was around another part of his anatomy.

Heather laid her head on Ryan’s chest, trying to catch her breath, as Ryan slowly slid his fingers from her warm body. His hands caught her as her knees buckled under her.

Once she was finally able to stand without assistance, she slowly trailed her hand down his torso. Her hand crept it’s way towards the waistband of his boxers, creeping it’s way inside. Her finger brushed over the tip, causing Ryan to suck in his breath. Her hand softly grabbed his shaft and began pushing and pulling, creating the friction Ryan had waited so long for. Her hand pumped, as their lips once again came together, their tongues twisting and dueling. His balls drew up towards his body, his gut tightened, and stars exploded before his eyes. He swiftly came, shooting his seed into her hand.

Heather held onto him, watching his face as he came down from his orgasmic-bliss. Her only thought was of how sexy Ryan had looked as his body surrendered to hers.

Ryan’s glazed eyes slowly opened and looked into Heather’s. “I guess,” Heather stated, “You’re going to need to be cleaned again.” As she said this she looked down his body.

“Yeah I do, but honey, you’re gonna have to let me do it this time.” Ryan knew that if he was to let her wash him again, she might never get home. “But I can wash you he offered.”

“Okay!”

Ryan soaped up the washcloth and washed her entire body, trying not to allow a soap-covered Heather to affect his body once again. He guided her under the spray of the water and rinsed her off. He then grabbed the shampoo bottle and pored a little into his hand. “You’re gonna smell like me.” he whispered, “Is that all right?” His only answer was a nod of Heather’s head.

He ran his fingers through her hair and began to massage it into her long locks. “God, that feels so good!” Heather moaned.

He rinsed out her hair, and then turned of the water. “I don’t have any conditioner, but I can brush your hair out for you if you want.”

“Okie dokie, sounds good!” Heather exclaimed.

Ryan grabbed a towel and began drying Heather’s body. After drying off her legs he wrapped the towel around her body, and then began to dry himself off. He then wrapped the fluffy towel around his hips.

Ryan grabbed their discarded clothes and then led the way into his bedroom. He began riffling through his closet, “Since your underclothes are wet I’ll give you something to wear.” He smiled at her wet appearance. He handed her a green pair of his boxers and a black t-shirt. “You can get changed in here, and I’ll go change in the bathroom, unless of course you don’t mind us both changing in here.” He looked at her questioningly.

“Here’s fine, you just have to turn around.” She smiled shyly at him.

They both turned their backs to each other and hurriedly got dressed, Ryan hoping to catch a glimpse of Heather, and Heather hoping to not get glimpsed by Ryan.

After both were dressed, they walked into the living room. “Do you want to go home right now?” Ryan asked.

Heather’s answer was, “Nope! My Grandparents are out of town, so they won’t miss me.”

“How about I brush out your hair and then we watch a movie?”

“Sounds good!”

After Ryan brushed out her long hair, they laid on the couch together with Heather lying partly on top of Ryan. They cuddled and watched The Gladiator with Russel Crowe and Joaquin Phoenix together.

During the movie, Heather’s fingers slowly ran through Ryan’s hair, and Ryan’s fingers softly stroked Heather’s back. Halfway through the movie Heather ended up falling asleep. ‘I wonder,’ Ryan thought, ‘If she would be mad if I laid her in my bed and we slept there together. Hmm... oh well... might as well try, I don’t want to wake her, she looks too peaceful.’

Ryan had seen, even when they had first met, that there was pain in Heather’s eyes, as if she had seen too much in her young life. Her eyes, even though very beautiful, looked as if she had had to grow up too soon.

She even carried herself in a defensive way, as if she expected someone to walk up and start hurting her. Ryan hadn’t asked her about it, but he knew that if their relationship was to go anywhere, they would eventually have to cross that bridge. She seemed much more mature than people even twice her age, yet she also had a really fun sense of humor.

Ryan hoped that whatever had caused her to be in emotional pain, would hopefully be something that she would eventually, with love and support, be able to totally overcome.

Ryan scooped Heather into his arms and carried her into his room. He laid her softly down on the bed, pulled out the covers and tucked her in. He then stripped down to his boxers, and climbed in next to her. In her sleep, she moved closer to him. His arms went around her protectively. Her body melted against his, and Ryan’s last thought before he drifted off to sleep was, ‘I could get used to this.’
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