I held him tightly after that, pulling him against me, keeping him inside of me long after his throbbing erection had gone. We needed the connection, he and I. Jason because he was now really home. Me because having him between my legs, buried amongst the blankets of his bed, erased long weeks of torment and anguish during which I dared ask myself what I’d do if I were to never see him again.
We talked and lingered and kissed some more, but Jason was drifting fast. Partly because he’d just come so fully inside me, but also because he was wholly exhausted and still a bit tipsy.
I snuck out, without even bothering to dress. The heels he’d fucked me in still lay at the foot of the bed. My dress and panties were a crumpled heap I stepped over on the way out the door.
The hallway was dark and cool, but it was only a few steps to the door of Ryan’s room. I slipped inside to find him leaning against his headboard, arms crossed behind his head. His beautiful caramel skin was rippled with muscle, from the wide expanse of his amazing pecs down to my own personal playground: his chiseled, washboard abdominals.
A sheet covered his lower body, just below the perfect ‘V’ of his stomach. I could just barely see the darker edge, right where his mocha skin ended and his well-trimmed pubic region began.
“You’d better not have anything on right now,” I whispered, closing the door behind me. My eyes were still locked on what looked to be a bulge beneath the sheets.
“Come and see.”
I tiptoed naked over to his bed, for no reason other than it seemed the right thing to do. I felt like a teenager trying to be quiet at a friend’s house. About to do something naughty at a sleepover.
“You take good care of Briggs?” Ryan asked nonchalantly.
I slid up alongside him, molding my body to his. After kissing him hotly, I took the sheets down and threw one leg over his torso.
Ryan’s cock was a dusky-colored railroad spike, sticking proudly up from his body. I took him by the shaft, rubbing the head up and down through my gooey slit a few times before sinking the full weight of my body right onto him.
“Come and see.”
It was pure euphoria. Like scratching a long, bothersome itch with the perfect amount of pressure, in exactly the right spot.
“Welcome home…” I breathed.
Ryan smiled up at me through his sexy goatee, and I leaned down to kiss him. His kisses were always fire. No matter where we were, or what we were doing, they always turned me into a puddle of moisture.
I rolled my hips, savoring the exquisite feeling of sheathing him in my flesh. Of surrounding him with the warmth of my womanhood all the way to the root, as my lover lifted his hips and thrust up inside me.
Jesus, Sammara!
I felt the rumblings of another orgasm, and I couldn’t believe it was going to happen so quickly. Rather than fight it I just let it go, screwing down and clamping around him as I came again and again in powerful contractions. Ryan looked at me as it happened, watching my eyes flare open. Nodding in understanding as he smoothed his hands over my breasts, dragging his palms deliberately over my stiff nipples right at the penultimate moment of climax.
I rode him for what seemed like an eternity, my pussy so wet and frothy and full of come it made the whole room smell like sex. I went sometimes fast and other times slow, gyrating and grinding and bearing down on him. Raking my nails across his chest at Ryan’s own insistence, remembering exactly what he liked as he guided my hands over his rock-hard body.
When he was ready he rolled me onto my stomach and penetrated me from behind. From there he took over, literally pounding himself into me while I whimpered and moaned. I felt one strong hand clamp itself over the back of my head, shoving me face-first into his pillow as the thrusts grew harder and deeper, my whimpers turning to cries, and eventually, into screams of joy.
I was out of breath and almost delirious when he finally came, flooding me the way Jason had. I lost count of the number of throbs and pulses it took for him to empty himself inside me. But that was irrelevant. All that mattered was Ryan making me his again. In our bed. In our house.
This time it was me who nearly passed out after sex, while lounging lazily in his big strong arms. Very few words passed between us; with Ryan, much of our communication came in unspoken terms. That didn’t stop me though, from climbing over his chest until we were nose to nose, chin to chin. I kissed him tenderly, so happy and sated and incredibly full of his come.
“God I love you,” I breathed into his mouth.
Ryan responded by cupping my ass in one hand. He kissed me back, pulling me even tighter against him before grinning mischievously.
“What’s there not to love?”
I half-laughed, half-smacked him in the chest as I shook myself back awake. Suddenly I was regretting drinking so much wine. It was a special night, sure, but I had four special men. And I was only halfway through…
I stepped back into the hallway, only this time I passed the other bedrooms and slipped into the bathroom instead. The shower I ran was near-scalding hot, but the water still felt fantastic against my skin. I stood there for a good ten minutes, breathing the steam into my nostrils, letting the water turn my body lobster-red. I emerged clean and fresh and full of a strange, sleepy energy. As if my body was still tired, but my mind was awake and refreshed and spinning with a thousand different thoughts and emotions.
I had no idea what time it was as I entered Dakota’s room. He was lying naked on his stomach, his gargantuan back stretching from one side of the bed to the other. His supple, muscular ass pointed upward so beautifully I wanted to close my mouth over his skin and bite it.
I laid on top of him instead. Trying feebly to cover his body with mine.
“Holy shit you’re warm…”