I didn’t protest, wrapping my legs around his waist and letting him carry me through a nearby door into a large, neutrally designed room.
We landed on a huge bed, white linen covering it, the scent of him weaved into the material.
Two nights wasn’t going to be enough. I would need longer, maybe another week to recover.
I straddled him, pulling off my sweater and tight T-shirt together, leaving me in just my bra and the harems I’d worn instead of jeans. Ryan’s eyes feasted on me, his hands cupping my breasts over the lacy material, his thumbs grazing over my nipples. I rubbed my centre against his hard length, yearning for friction there, something to satisfy the want that was burning me up.
Ryan’s clever fingers found the front fastener of my bra, releasing my breasts. Using his core muscles, he reached upwards with his mouth, taking one nipple and sucking on it almost painfully, his fingers playing with its mate.
My eyes closed, my fingers trying to push down his sweats. His laugh vibrated into my body.
“Lift your hips,” he said, after releasing my nipple from his mouth.
I did as I was told.
He pushed his sweatpants down his legs, toeing them off completely, then pulled my harems off, my underwear with them, leaving us both naked.
“Fuck.” His eyes trailed from between my legs up to my breasts and back again, his hands resting on my hips.
I angled my centre to rest on the length of his dick, pressing against it. “I want you in me.”
One of his hands left my hip to press a finger against my clit.
“You feel like your on fire in there.”
I was. I was burning – burning in a good way. I raised my hips and took his cock in my hand, guiding its head to my entrance and slowly encasing it inside me, the feeling of fullness making me gasp and my nipples tighten to hard diamonds.
I started to move my hips, keeping the pace slow, wanting to make this last. Ryan’s hands explored, touching my breasts, my ass, nudging my clit, letting me set my own pace. His eyes were hooded, his mouth slightly parted as I rode him, bracing my hands on his shoulders to steady myself.
Orgasm drew closer. I knew he was going to let me take what I needed, let me find my release, and then he’d fuck me like he wanted. My nipples grew more sensitive. I felt my pussy throb and tighten, the use of my legs more difficult.
He started to move his hips, using his hands to still me, keeping the same pace I’d set, but taking over the work. Three powerful thrusts into me later and my orgasm broke. I came with a moan that could’ve been heard all over the city, wetness pooling from me, my whole body throbbing and burning.
I was on my back before I knew it, Ryan’s cock back inside me, my legs pushed up high, one over his shoulder, the other wrapped at the top of his back. I was flexible and he knew it, making use of those yoga classes to bend me so he could be so deep inside of me, nearly too deep.
His thrusts were hard, making me cry out with pleasure that was almost too much. My hands gripped the sheets at the side of me, clinging on while I fell into some other dimension where there was only him and me.
And this.
My first orgasm rolled into the beginnings of a second, the feeling of losing all control one I was submitting to, Ryan’s hands found my wrists, pinning them to the bed while he continued to fuck me as if this was all he was meant to do. There was such purpose to his movements, such ferocity. I wanted to drown in his need for me.
His movements became shorter, faster, as he approached his ending. I felt him swell and then pulse inside me, soaking me with his orgasm and making my pussy flutter around him, the rest of my body racked with a tingling that felt like I’d entered heaven.
“Jesus, Otillie.” He released my wrists, still hard inside me, and relaxed into my body, using his forearms to take most of his weight. “That was, fuck. Do you think it’s like that because we don’t see each other enough?”
Enough.
It was that one word that I figured had slipped out of his mouth without him realising it that told me it wasn’t just me feeling like this was more.
“I don’t know. Maybe this is just us right now.”
“Stay longer than two nights.” He pressed kisses to my jaw, my shoulder, the soft skin near my collar bone. “Stay a week.”
“I’ll see what I can do.” I knew there were things I couldn’t move, but I didn’t want to talk about that now, not when we were surfing this high.
He rearranged us, pulling a cover over. I reached for tissues to make myself more comfortable between my legs, not quite wanting to get up and head to the bathroom right now.
“We should ask another question.” We still had three more each.
