“Sunshine,” he sighed.
There was no way I’d allow him to back out. “We can work together to find a position that makes you comfortable.”
I pulled him forward, wrapping my hand around his nape, and kissed him before he could object. He groaned into my mouth, bracing himself on his forearms, all while keeping his weight off me.
Soon, I felt his dick at my entrance. I’d missed the feeling of him sliding into me. The stretch was indescribable, as he fedme his length. But something was off. He was very cautious, too gentle, and not in a sweet way. It threw off our normal impeccable rhythm. Ryan broke the kiss.
“Sorry,” he murmured.
No, our time together would not end before we could really get started. He resumed a kneeling, upright position.
“Just give me a second.”
His face became a fortress of concentration, unyielding until he reached for a pillow. It finally gave way, cracking into a predatory smile as he positioned it beneath my hips, presenting me as a gift to him. His hands gripped my thighs and spread them apart. His grip was firm as he positioned his cock at my entrance.
“Let’s see if I figured it out.” He winked at me as he slammed into me, stealing my breath.
“Fuckkk,” he groaned.
Be careful what you wish for. The rhythm I had been craving earlier was back. His strokes were wild, deep, and powerful.
“So tight, so perfect,” he praised.
I was overwhelmed by the sensation as his hand deftly cupped my breast, fingers teasing my nipple until I thrashed my head from side to side. The intensity of his strokes matched the rhythm of his movements, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. With one leg held open at my ankle, I felt utterly exposed and completely alive.
The sounds of our bodies joining filled the air, a mix of wetness and rhythmic friction that heightened every sensation. Ryan’s eyes remained locked on mine, his gaze intense and unwavering as he moved within me. Our scents combined, filling the air with an intoxicating blend of desire and intimacy.
Ryan’s relentless pace never faltered as he seized my other ankle, his grip firm and unyielding. I glanced upward, my legs stretched wide apart, held open in a vulnerable display. A perfect V. I felt so exposed, yet so aroused by the intensity of the moment. The way he held me, the control he exerted, sent shivers through my body, heightening every sensation. The vulnerability of the position sent a thrill through me, intensifying the desire that had been building. Every touch, every movement, felt magnified, pushing me closer to the edge. I couldn’t help but ache for what would come next, my heart racing with desire.
“Come for me, Sunshine,” Ryan pleaded.
His command resonated through me, every nerve ending alive and attuned to his presence. My body trembled. Waves of pleasure crashed over me, relentless and consuming, until I shattered. Each tremor was more intense than the last. I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard or for so long. I was left trembling, my body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure.
“You did so good, Sunshine. So good,” he praised.
He pulled out, leaving just the head of his dick at my entrance. I was mesmerised as I watched him gather my essence with his fingers, then lick it from his finger.
“Do you have any idea how good you taste?”
I nodded, unable to find my words.
Ryan’s grip on my ankles grew firmer, his movements becoming more urgent and forceful. With a final, powerful thrust, his head fell back, and he spilled into me, his voice hoarse as he called out my name.
Was our first night together as a married couple romantic? Not exactly. But what we lacked in tender candlelight and soft music, we more than made up for with the raw, unbridled passion of our physical connection.
Damn, it felt good. Maybe too good.
“I was thinking instead of going back to Willowridge, we could go away for a couple of days,” Ryan announced out of the blue.
I stopped with a fry halfway to my lips. We finally got around to ordering room service twenty minutes ago. Dinner was overdue. “What?”
“Let’s go to the airport and fly to Toronto, catch a show, grab some dinner.” He stole my fry and popped it into his mouth.
We would have to discuss his behaviour later. I was eating for two, and he had decided to go with a baked potato. I needed my fries for the life growing inside me. At least my steak was safe. A cowboy who didn’t eat beef? Weird. It had nothing to do with red meat as Ryan ate bison.
Anyway, turning down the man who had just made me come four times in a row was hard, but I wasn’t just taking off on an impromptu trip.
“What is this?” I questioned.
