“You feel so good,” I mumbled, burying my face in the pillow.
I was really,reallyglad it was him doing this for me. Anyone else and I might’ve died of embarrassment.
“Good,” Ryder said, dropping a kiss on my shoulder. “Think you want me to move yet? Because I could probably do that without instantly coming my brains out like a horny teenager now.”
“One way to find out,” I said, still buried in the pillow.
Fireworks went off in my brain as Ryder rocked his hips, slow, steady, easy. Just once, pausing at the end, giving me time to tell him to stop.
I didn’t want him to stop.
“Okay?”
I nodded again, not quite trusting my voice but not wanting to freak Ryder out, either.
“You’re perfect,” Ryder encouraged, rolling his hips again, still slow and cautious. Then again, and again, andagain, building up to a steady rhythm, and I was glad he’d stopped asking me things because all I could think about was how good he felt, how goodthisfelt.
Ryder gasped and moaned against my shoulder, hand still curled around my hip, squeezing tight with every thrust. I wondered if it was hard enough to bruise. I hoped it was. I wanted this to leave a mark, something to prove it was real, that I’d had this.
That I’d had this with someone I loved.
Ryder’s hand slipped under me, palming my cock. It was awkward and a little clumsy, but it was perfect, and if I’d had enough brain power I would’ve told him. I would’ve told him that I loved having sex with him because it could justbe sex, it didn’t have to be technically masterful, it was hot because it washim, because I wanted him, and he wanted me, and when we were together we felt like we were made for each other.
“God, Ward,” Ryder gasped against my skin, the scrape of his teeth making me shiver down to my core. “You okay?”
I nodded, because I was okay. I was so okay, I was themostokay, trapped between Ryder and the stack of pillows he had me propped up on, feeling the slide of sweat-slicked skin against me. Drowning in a hundred different sensations, all of them mounting up to a rush I’d never felt before.
The way Ryder’s skin stuck and pulled and tugged at mine, the weight of him on top of me, body flexing and tensing in time with the pounding in my ears.
I couldn’t get enough of any of it, from the grip of his fingers on my hip to the press of his forehead against my shoulder.
I definitely couldn’t get enough of the way his cock felt inside me, thick and hot and hard. Every other stroke he hit a spot that lit my whole body up with pleasure, and I knew all about that in theory, but I’d never explored it in practice. Not for myself, anyway.
Did it feel like this for him? I hoped so.
The pillow muffled a moan that would have startled half the woodland creatures outside as Ryder’s hips sped up, a tiny change in angle leaving him grazing that spot with every movement. My brain turned to liquid after just a handful of thrusts, thighs trembling with the effort of holding myself up when all I wanted to do was sink into the mattress and have Ryder pound into me.
This explained a lot about some of the demands he’d made. If it felt even a quarter as good for him, I didn’t blame him at all.
I wanted more, I wanted everything, and I knew I could ask for it.
“Ryder,” I gasped, reaching back for him. “Ryder.”
“Yeah?” Ryder asked, more a breath than a real sound, tickling the sensitive skin beneath my ear.
“Slow down,” I said. “I’m okay, I just… I want…”
Ryder slowed, and then stopped, and we didn’t need to exchange a word as he moved off me and I rolled over onto my back.
“I wanna see you come,” I said, blood rushing to my face again as Ryder moved between my thighs. The way he looked at me, eyes dark and glazed, licking his lips like I was the most appealing thing he’d ever seen, didn’t help at all.
Except that I knew I wanted this. That it had to be likethis, and I’d regret it if I missed my chance.
“You’re gonna feel this in the morning,” Ryder warned.
“I want to,” I admitted. I couldn’t keep him forever, but I could keep him for a little while, just a little while longer.
I thought maybe he’d try to talk me out of it, but then he met my eyes and I knew he got it.
