“It’s my favorite,” Ryker kisses below my ear.
I close my eyes and smile. He knows all of my spots.
All. Of. The. Spots.
And he claims he’s still exploring.
Far be it from me to stop that from happening.
Ryker gently removes the rest of my clothes until we’re both stark naked in front of each other.
“Beautiful,” Ryker caresses my cheek.
I grab him around the waist, pulling him closer.
“Careful, Kitten,” Ryker clucks his tongue. “You don’t want to irritate your tattoo.”
“I can’t get enough of you,” I pull his face toward mine. “And that irritates me more.”
In the next breath, Ryker’s mouth covers mine as he teases and taunts me. A languid lover’s kiss. The kiss of someone who will never get tired of kissing you.
The one.
I gasp.
“What?” Ryker frowns. “Did I hit the tattoo?”
I shake my head. “No, no, no. Not that.”
He tilts his head and waits.
“I just realized you’re my last first kiss,” I smile at him.
When the pupils grow large enough to turn his eyes nearly black, I know that I’ve unleashed the Ryker Beast.
He lifts me onto the hotel bathroom vanity. His kisses become more urgent. And with a thrust, he’s inside me, and I feel so full, it takes my breath away.
“I’m your last firsteverything, Kitten,” Ryker growls into my ear.
“Yes,” I wrap my legs around his waist. “Yes, you are.”
There have been all kinds of sex with Ryker since we first came together. There’s slow lovemaking. There are quickies on the back of a motorcycle - when it’s parked, of course. But this is the kind I love as much as the rest - stupid sexy dirty hot fucking.
Ryker holds nothing back as he pumps into me. One hand reaches between us to circle my clit. The orgasm overtakes me before I can think about it, and three thrusts later, Ryker’s cock throbs. He yells my name, then slumps against my shoulder.
No matter how dirty hot the fucking is, Ryker is always mindful of my gunshot wound that’s now healed nicely. He’s always cautious - about everything.
He remains inside me. His dick twitches from time to time as he pants from the exertion.
“I love you, Kitten,” Ryker stares into my eyes.
“And I love you, Akecheta,” I gently kiss his lips. “For infinity.”
Ryker pulls out and reaches for a washcloth, cleaning us up. Then, he traces a finger around the intertwined infinity symbols over my heart. “For infinity.”
“We better get some rest,” I swat his ass. “We have many miles to ride tomorrow, and I don’t want you falling off the back of the bike.”
He rolls his eyes but hops in the shower with me.
