“Wanna go for a ride?”
She laughed, a low, throaty thing that made his cock twitch and his heart swell. He could listen to her laugh forever. Dear god, for-fucking-ever.
Elissa nodded and he sat next to her, placing the condom in her hand. He lay back as she tore it open. Tenderly, she rolled it over his hardened length, and his hips rose of their own accord. She threw a leg over, straddling him and holding herself above his cock. Her eyes twinkled with mischief.
“Please, Elissa.” He thrust his hips up.
“I like it when you beg.” She circled the base with her hand, and slowly lowered herself, taking him in inch by inch, no matter how much he urged her to go quicker. No matter how his cock reached for her.
Finally, after a couple torturous moments, he was fully seated.
“Lean back, and we’ll see who begs next,” he growled, raising his hips.
She hissed in a breath and let out a moan. “That’s so good.”
Then she did as he said, bracing her hands on his thighs. His fingers found her clit and circled as his hips rose, thrusting into her. She met him, thrust for thrust, grinding down. Her fingers dug into the muscles of his thighs. He’d wear the bruises proudly.
Her voice pitched up, and her walls clamped down on him. She rode him wildly, proudly, beautifully as she broke with pleasure. It was his undoing. A last thrust, and he joined her in bliss, the world going fuzzy and golden.
Elissa collapsed on top of him, and he rolled them, slipping from her folds. He brushed her hair from her face and kissed her tenderly. She ran her fingers through his chest hair and teased his nipples.
He chuckled. “Enough of that, unless you’re ready for another round.”
“Mmm, not yet.”
“Yet?”
Her stomach gurgled. “Hungry.”
“Your wish is my command. But don’t you dare get dressed. I’ll be right back.”
He took care of business in the bathroom, washed his hands, and grabbed the sandwiches. Elissa slipped into the bathroom to wash up and joined him in bed. It was still too long to be separated from her.
They ate BLTs in bed, washed them down with water, and Elissa grabbed a banana.
“What’s up with this?” She waved it around.
“Potassium for endurance.”
“Good to know.” She put it on the nightstand.
Ryan squirmed down under the covers and held out his arm. “C’mere.”
Elissa fit herself in the space he left her, resting her head on his chest as his arm wrapped around her. Yes, this was exactly how his life was supposed to be. His stupid job could go to hell, his trust fund could rot, and his podcast could fail, yet as long as Elissa was in his arms, life was good.
“You’re awfully quiet. What’s going on?” She trailed a finger along his arm. He caught it in his hand before she found his ticklish spots.
“Just thinking I’d rather hold you in my arms than go back to my job on Monday.”
“What about your trust fund?”
“Lots of people don’t have trust funds and do fine.”
She snorted. “True. I might not have a job to go back to on Monday.”
“You ready to talk about what happened?”
“Not really.”
