Both of us raced towards the peak. Though I was pretty sure I was moments away, I knew that Ryan would catch right up tome.
“Ryan,” I managed to withdraw my tongue from his mouth long enough to say hisname.
“Hmm?” he mumbled as he pulled my mouth back to his.God, I lovedhim.
“I’m ready…I’m going to come,” Iwarned.
We continued to kiss, and since I hadn’t heard anything else out of him, I pried my face off of his and looked down athim.
“Do you want me to pullout?”
“No!” Ryan quickly shook his head. “Please don’t pull away,” he quietly begged and wrapped his hand around myforearm.
I knew he needed the connection, and I wanted him to feel my warmth filling him. My mouth clamped back down on his, I rolled my hips and felt my orgasm rip through my body. I squeezed his cock in my hand as I moaned out my release and pumped my seed deep into him. Ryan’s head tipped back into the pillow, arching his neck toward me. I licked and kissed his salty skin on his neck. I knew he was so close, and that perhaps he was afraid to let go and come. My tongue and mouth moved up the front of his neck, over his chin until I reached hismouth.
“Come for me, Ryan,” I whispered against his lips. “Let go for me.” With my forefinger and thumb, I reached down and tweaked one of hisnipples.
“Fuuuck!” Ryan moaned and pressed his head into the pillow again. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he cried out over and over as he reached hispeak.
His ass constricted tightly around the base of my cock while he shot loads of cum between us. The sensation was euphoric to me, and I couldn’t pull my eyes from his. Watching Ryan experience this love, made me feel more complete than I had ever felt. As he softened in my hand, I slowed my stroking motions. Ryan smiled and exhaled a content sigh. I let go of his shaft and set my hand on his abdomen on hiscum.
“That’s my boy,Ryan.”
We stared quietly at one another as I carefully withdrew. I leaned forward and kissed several of the places on his stomach and chest that had cum on it. I felt it was very important for him to see and feel me touching him, especially his cum, after sex. I moved from between his legs to lay on my side next to him, and before I could lay down, he began to move to get out of bed. I put my hand on his chest, stillinghim.
“I…I, um should clean up,” he suggested and looked down at his cum streakedtorso.
No, my boy. You are perfect the way youare.
I had been prepared for this to be a battle. I understood where his deeply rooted need to feel clean came from. It’s more psychological than physical. In preparation for this day, I had stocked my nightstand with some wet wipes. I had wanted him to feel clean, without feeling like he needed to get out of bed. I didn’t want him to walk alone to the bathroom after something as emotionally heavy as what we had just done. The last thing he needed was to walk to the bathroom and feel wet and sticky as hewalked.
“Lay down,Ryan.”
He hesitated, but he did lay back. I leaned over him and pulled the package of wipes out of the drawer. I smiled at him and began to clean him and then wiped off my hands. I tossed all of the wipes on the floor on the opposite side of the bed and out of hissight.
I settled down in bed on my back with my arms folded behind my head and turned my head to face him. Ryan was on his side, facing me. His eyes were focused on my chest, and his hands awkwardly clutched at the sheets. He was vulnerable right now. Possibly the most vulnerable he’d ever been aftersex.
I gave Ryan a little space, but my leg was close enough to him that his knee and foot from his bent leg, were touching me. His hand that played randomly with the fitted sheet was maybe an inch or two from myside.
Without having to say something to him, Ryan slid closer and off his pillow. He folded the arm that he had been laying on under his head and used it as a pillow. I moved over slightly and freed up room on the oversizedpillow.
“There’s plenty of room over here for you, myboy.”
The reminder that I wanted him near me was all it took to get him to slide over. He rested his head on the pillow andsmiled.
“Yes, Ryan. I want you close tome.”
I leaned over and kissed his lips and then hisforehead.
“Okay, good.” Ryan shut his eyes as he shared mypillow.
Ryan would have been content as he laid close to me; or whatheconsidered close enough. But I wouldn’t be content until my arms were wrapped aroundhim.
“Roll over, Ryan,” I said, and I began to roll over too. He opened his eyes and rolled away from me. “I want to hold youclose.”
Holding Ryan had always been a bit of a push and pull event. He usually resisted it initially, but once I’d get him in my arms, he’d relax. I slid my arm under the pillow, over his shoulder, and flattened my hand against his chest. I spread my fingers wide and placed my other hand on his stomach. I molded my body against his and felt his bodyrelax.
“Thank you,” hewhispered.
I knew he was thanking me for treating him in a way no one else had; like someone they loved and caredfor.
“Ryan, I love you. It was mypleasure.”
By far, this had been the very best sexual experience of my life. I had been part of something beautiful; his caged and tortured soul had felt loved during and after sex for the very first time. And he had effortlessly sunk his claws deeper into my heart andsoul.
