His mouth finds mine and his kisses are warm and sweet as he grips my legs and pushes on them, until my knees are up at my sides and feet are wrapped around his back. I kind of like the way he just moves me around, and arranges me on the bed. Honestly, I like not having to do all the thinking, or all the work.
“You lied to me,” he says, and I work to make sense of what he’s saying as he offers me his thick crown.
He pushes inside my opening, and I’m so hot and wet, he easily glides in. It feels so good, I lift my body from the bed, but he inches back so I can’t take more of what I need. Bastard!
“When did I lie to you?” I ask, squirming and shifting and trying desperately to get more of him inside of me.
He slides a tiny bit more of his thick length into my quivering sex, and I get that he’s playing with me. His gaze moves over mine, a slight curl to his lips. He waits to see my reaction and this time I go perfectly still, allowing him to set the pace as he slowly, agonizingly fills me. Just fuck me already. But I don’t dare move for fear he’ll back up again. That’s when it occurs to me how easily trainable I am, how well we can read each other. That thought makes me chuckle.
“When you said you weren’t after any of my parts,” he says. “You lied.”
For a second, I can’t think but then I remember our first meeting, when he teased that I could be harvesting his parts and I told him I had no interest in any of his organs, namely the one currently pushing open my tight walls and filling me to perfection. My laugh bubbles around us.
“I love it when you laugh,” he says, but that laugh morphs into a moan as he powers his hips forward and goes so high and deep it pounds against my cervix, but never have I felt anything so glorious in my entire freaking life.
“Rider.” I slide my hands around his neck and he buries his mouth in my neck. Every muscle in my body flutters.
“You feel so good,” he says and my hands move to his ass. His tight muscles bunch and relax again with each thrust, and I can no longer think. All I can do is breathe and take pleasure in what he’s doing to me.
“You’re right. I did lie. I want your cock,” I say and I love the growl those honest words produce.
“I think you’re a tease,” he says, sliding out, only to power forward and seat himself high again. I scratch at his back and struggle for my next breath. His chest rubs against mine as he moves and it stimulates my hard nipples.
His mouth finds mine, and I groan as our tongues tangle. He kisses me long and deep and repositions so he can look between our bodies. “Fuck, I love the way your cunt takes me,” he says. I go up on my elbows to watch, and every sensation rocketing through my body settles between my legs.
“I’ve never watched before,” I admit.
“Can you touch yourself for me, babe?” he asks, and at first, I tense. “Put your hands on your clit. Show me how you touch yourself when you’re alone.”
“Yeah?”
“I want to watch.”
“Okay.” I can hardly believe I’m sliding my hand down my stomach until I reach my clit, but damn it, I feel sexy. I feel alive under this man’s care. When his eyes dark
en even more, I throw my head back and slide my finger over my sopping wet clit.
“That’s so damn hot,” he growls as his cock thickens even more inside me. “You’ve got me right there.”
“Yes,” I say. His cock rams into me and my headboard bangs against the wall, but I don’t care. No, all I care about is the heat, the fire burning through my body, the way his cock is pounding, deep, heavy, blunt strokes against my G-spot and cervix. I rub my clit harder, and an orgasm builds until I explode, a gush of liquid warmth spilling between my legs.
“Motherfucker,” he says and pulls back. He slams into me, grips my hair and holds on as he depletes himself high inside me. He stays like that, every muscle in his body taut for a minute, then he collapses on top of me, pinning me to the bed. In the past I might have felt trapped, or even claustrophobic, but right now, comfort surrounds me. I relax against him, secure.
“What the hell?” I finally manage to say.
His head lifts, and his dimple taunts me as his gaze meets mine. “You good?”
“Good? Ah yeah,” I say and he chuckles. “I climaxed twice and that never happens.” He blows on his knuckles and buffs them against his chest. “You’re such an ass,” I say and laugh. How is it I’m so comfortable with this man in such a short amount of time?
“An ass who just gave you two orgasms, you mean.”
“Why…why is this so different with you?” I question without thinking.
7
Rider
I don’t know the answer to her question. But I can’t deny that I’m wondering the same thing. The fact that she let herself go, trusted me enough to free her body and come all over my fingers and cock… well, that’s a gift she’s given me, and one I’ll always treasure.