"My turn," she says, and the sight of her above me, pale-blue hair cascading over her shoulders, wings spread wide, breasts swaying as she moves, is the most erotic thing I've ever seen.
She sinks down onto me slowly, taking me inch by inch, and we both groan at the sensation. Rika sets a slow, deep pace, moving up and down my cock, rocking her hips as she goes. Her wings flap in rhythm with her hips, helping her deepen the movement.
I let her take control, take what she needs from me as my hands close on her amazing breasts. Her nipples are hard as I play with them. I watch her ride me, my hands on her breasts, completely mesmerized by the way her face transforms with pleasure.
"Tell me what you want," I say as she readjusts her thighs around me.
She licks her lips and there's a cloud of hesitation on her beautiful face, but it's soon gone as she nods.
"Touch my clit."
I do as she says, rubbing my thumb in small circular motions as she rides me. Her response is vivid and immediate as she moans and throws her head back, then accelerates the pace. Already, the tension is coming back in my balls.
"Harder," she moans, her eyes shut, her head tilted to the ceiling.
She looks like a goddess.
On impulse, I pinch her clit lightly between my thumb and index finger. That's all it takes for her to come. She screams, the walls of her pussy clenching on my cock, hard. Her head is thrown back, her wings vibrating behind her, her whole body going taut before she collapses forward onto my chest.
I follow her over the edge, my arms wrapping around her to hold her close as we both shudder through our release.
Afterward, we lie together in the quiet, my hand tracing lazy patterns on Rika's back, my other arm pillowed beneath my head. My heart is still racing. Heck, it's probably the best sex of my entire life.
"Rika," I hear myself say, my voice soft and a little rough. "That was amazing. You're amazing."
I've never felt or shared anything so powerful with anyone. I don't know how to say this to her without sounding like an idiot or scaring her away.
"This was great." Rika laughs and shakes her head. "This was exactly what I needed. It's been so long since I had sex like this."
Oh. The words knock the air from my lungs. My hand stills on her back, my entire body going rigid as the warmth in my chest turns to ice.
Was this just sex to her? Just scratching an itch with someone available?
Rika seems to sense the shift, lifting her head to look at me with a small, uncertain smile.
"I mean, that's okay, right? We're both adults. We can enjoy this without making it complicated."
Her tone is easy, casual, like we didn't just share something that rearranged my entire concept of what sexual pleasure can be. I force myself to smile back, though it feels like my face might crack.
"Yeah. Of course. Uncomplicated. That's good."
But inside, something is breaking. I don't know why I thought it would be any different. It's not like we're dating or made any promises to each other. I just happened to find her masturbating and she invited me to join in the fun.
She doesn't owe me anything. I don't really have any right to expect any emotional involvement from her. Her life is complicated enough as it is.
But the realization still stings worse than I want to admit. Because all I want is to crawl into bed with her and stay there forever. And I know it will be completely impossible to do with no strings attached. Not with the way I feel.
Rika seems satisfied with my response, settling back against my chest with a contented sigh. I lie there, staring at the ceiling, my arm still around her but my mind a thousand miles away.
"Noah," she starts, and her fingers trace a slow line over my ribs as she seems to ponder what she will say. "I need you to hear me, okay?"
I nod, already bracing for the part where she tells me this was a mistake.
"My kids come first," she says softly, like it's a promise she's made to herself a thousand times. "Always. And I can't disrupt their lives, not right now. Not because I—" She swallows, eyes flicking to my mouth and then away. "Not because I lost my mind for an afternoon."
My hand stills on her back anyway. Not because I'm angry, but because I'm trying not to show how much I want her. How much it matters.
Rika lifts her head, searching my face with that small, uncertain smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes.
