“Aw, darlin’, let go already. I’m right here. Let go, Billie, and I promise I’ll catch you.”
The need for release spikes, coiling inside me, and then bright light bursts through me as the orgasm hits. My cunt tightens around Ryder’s fingers.
“Oh my God!” I’m shouting. “Oh my fuckingGod.”
I collapse against him. He kisses my neck, murmurs my name in my ear while I ride out the shock waves.
He keeps playing with my clit, stoking the orgasm to continuous life. It’s wrenching.
It’s the best, most epic release of my life.
In the back of my mind, the realization dawns that I may very well never recover from this orgasm. At the very least, I’ll never forget it; I know in my bones that this will be the sexual experience I measure all others against.
What if it’s never this good with anyone else?
What if I’m about to have the best sex of my life for the first, and last, time?
I feel hollowed out by the time the orgasm subsides. Legit can’t breathe when Ryder carefully pulls his fingers out of me and moves them to my breast, where he coats my nipple in my arousal before leaning in to lick it off with his tongue.
“You taste just right, darlin’. Just fuckin’ right.”
An ache takes root low in my belly.My God, what I’d give to make you mine, cowboy.
I’m so beyond fucked at this point it’s not even funny. These are deep waters, and I’m in way,wayover my head. Part of me knew that’d happen when I let Ryder put his hands on me. I was half in love with this man already.
Now?
Now, I realize it’s not just my body on the altar tonight. It’s my heart too. And that’s a sacrifice I’d willingly make a hundred times over to be the sole object of Ryder’s attention for a single night, hour, minute.
I dig my fingers into his hair again, more tenderly this time. Because that’s how I feel inside—tender, even sore. Already.
“Can I taste you?” I ask softly.
His pupils are blown out, enormous. He absently draws his thumb across my mouth. “Much as I wanna come in your mouth and watch you swallow?—”
“Who says I swallow?” I smile.
“I do. You’d drink every last bit, wouldn’t you?” His thumb moves to the corner of my mouth, wiping away an imaginary smear of cum. The muscle in his jaw jumps. “Much as I’d love to see that, I wanna fuck you more.”
“Okay. Yes. Please.”
“Since when are you polite?”
“Since your dick was on offer.” Reaching between us, I stroke the bulge in his jeans. “You wanna put it inside me, or am I gonna have to do that?”
He growls. A literal growl, a deep, guttural, animal sound that makes my nipples tingle. “Quit playin’. You want my dick, you do the work.”
I’m smiling now, even as my heart spasms. “Rude.”
“C’mon, Billie. You know I can’t keep my hands off you. What do you think the best way to do this is? So we don’t hurt your arm?”
“My arm is barely sore anymore, but it’s probably better to be safe than sorry.” I ponder this for a minute. “I could do a little reverse cowgirl in your lap?”
“I wanna see your face.” His hand wanders to my side and gently squeezes me there. The fact that Ryder’s so openly affectionate with me—that’s no small thing.
The ache inside me pulses. “Why do you have to be so difficult?”
“Ha. Pot, meet kettle. Could you ride me just like this?” His hands are on my thighs now, moving up, up. “Or are your legs too tired?”
