"Muprhy, please, I want to ride you."
"Okay," he said, standing only to remember. “Fuck, I don’t have a condom.”
"It’s okay. I’m on birth control."
"I haven’t been with anyone but you since I’ve been tested," he said as his breath hitched as she stroked his length.
"Get on the bed," she said.
And he did just that. Then she climbed over him and reached down and lined him up with her core.
"Fuck," he groaned as she lowered herself down his length until he was sheathed fully inside of her.
"You feel so fucking good," she ground down as he squeezed her ass.
She started to ride him. The sight of this powerful woman over him, taking what she needed, was intoxicating. Then with one hand she pinched her nipple, and with the other she slipped it down and started rubbing her clit.
"That's right, baby," he said as she massaged her ass as she continued to ride him. "You look too fucking pretty taking my cock."
She looked down at him, and a look on her face that he wasn't quite sure about flashed over it. Next thing he knew, her hands were on his chest and running up into his hair as her mouth claimed him.
"I need you," she said against his mouth.
Murphy was fairly certain this powerful woman didn't need anyone, but he would do whatever she needed. He kept a hold of her ass and flipped them. She opened her mouth as another loud moan escaped. He silenced her with a kiss as her pussy clamped down around his cock in a climax, and he followed her right over the edge.
For a long moment, they lay there, connected and panting. He peppered kisses on her chest and neck, wishing it could always be just like this.
Finally, he managed to pull out of her collapsing back into bed with her. To his pleasant surprise, she came right to him and cuddled into his side.
"Thank you," she said, barely loud enough for him to hear.
"Ummm, I think I should be thanking you. That was incredible," he said as he tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.
"It was, but I mean about before. I can't believe I showed up at your door crying," she said as she hid her face in his chest.
"Hey, now," he said as he ran his hand through her hair. "Despite what everyone seems to think, you’re not a machine. You’re a person with feelings. I'm here for you anytime, you know that, right?"
She nodded without moving her face from hiding in her chest.
"Do you need to talk about it?" he asked as he stroked her back.
"I mean, there's not much to talk about. My family is complicated."
He nodded. "Most of them are."
"Yeah, they tried to change me for years, but I made it pretty apparent early on that I had no interest in playing their games. Sadly, it meant all the energy got funneled right into my little sister."
"Sydney?" he asked.
She nodded. "Yeah, how they can not be disgustingly proud of her, I don't understand, but they make her feel like a bad daughter all the time. I can just let it go, but she never could."
"I'm sure it still hurts, though," he said.
She took a breath and looked at him with a confused expression before slowly nodding. "Yeah, it does. But I guess I'm just able to see it as a ‘them problem’ more than Sydney can."
"And you said your grandma is in the hospital? Is she okay?"
"I'm sure she'll be fine. They are probably just using it as a way to manipulate Sydney since she didn't come home for her birthday."
