I nodded, unable to respond.
“I planned to last a long time, but…shit, I don’t think I can. You’re so goddamn tight.”
If I wasn’t losing my mind, I would’ve teased him, said something like,oh, so this is my fault?Instead, I said, “you can come if you want.”
“No, I…” he grunted, gritting his teeth.
“It’s okay,” I said in a soft soothing voice. “You can come. It’s okay.”
I wanted to see him climax. I wanted to see what he looked like when he fell apart.
His eyes were dark and intense as they latched on mine. “You’re too good, baby. It feels so fucking good inside you. I wishI could…oh, fuck.” He let out a noise that sounded like a mix between a moan and I sigh and he thrust into me one final time, pushing in deep as he shuddered and unloaded.
A minute passed and his breathing slowed to a normal pace. He pulled out, disposed of the condom, and sat on the bed next to me.
I felt awkward just lying there, so I sat up too.
Then I realized he was frowning.
“What’s wrong?” I reached out, then changed my mind at the last minute, dropping my hand.
He pushed a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry. I usually last longer. It was your first time and I fucked it all up.”
“You didn’t fuck it up,” I replied. I wasn’t sure how long we’d been in bed, but it had been at least fifteen minutes. “It was long enough for me.”
“You didn’t finish.”
“I don’t mind.” It was the truth. No, I hadn’t orgasmed, but it had still felt good.Really good.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
I shot him a smile. “I was just that good, huh?”
His eyes narrowed and the next thing I knew, I’d been pulled into his lap, his hands possessively around my waist. “Don’t wind me up.”
“It was an innocent question.”
He nipped at my ear. “You were that good. You felt amazing.” He was quiet a moment. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For letting me have you.”
“I should be the one thanking you. You did all of this for me.”
“Yeah, it was such a chore, having sex with you,” he drawled.
“Shut up,” I said, slapping his arm.
We sat there for a moment. It should’ve been weird — we were still naked, sweat drying on our skins. But it wasn’t. Ryan’sbody was warm, and I liked to listening to the rhythm of his breaths.
“You called me baby,” I said.
“Hmm?”
I turned around so I was facing him. “During sex. You called me baby.”
“I did. Sorry, it just came out —”
