“Fucking Christ, Rya,” I growl, dropping to my knees behind her. I run my hand between her shoulder blades and down her spine, following the trail with kisses until I get to her juicy ass. I bite one cheek and then the other, making Rya gasp and look at me over her shoulder. I just grin and pull her cheeks apart, flattening my tongue and licking her from top to bottom, the way I know she likes.
“Why… why does that feel… sogood?” Rya moans breathlessly.
I harden my tongue into a point and press just inside the tight ring of muscles, causing Rya to twitch and jerk forward, resting on her forearms now instead of her hands. I grip her hips and eat out her ass, loving the uncontrollable moans falling from her lips.
My hands slide down her inner thighs, pushing them wider so I can taste more of her. I dip my head down and lick her clit, once, twice, three times, then spear my tongue in her pussy over and over.
I tease one entrance, then the other, before going back to her clit again. Rya is fucking dripping for me, her cries muffled from where her face is buried in the rug. I stare at her perfect little pussy as it clenches and releases a wave of cream just for me. I give my woman one last lingering lick and savor the way her entire body tenses and vibrates with the need to come.
Without warning, I slam my cock into her, setting off her long-awaited orgasm.
Her screams pierce the air, and I loop my arm underneath her hips, holding her up when her legs give out. Rya’s entire body throbs as her cunt squeezes me so damn tight. I hold myself still, wanting to feel her orgasm while buried deep inside her.
When it starts to fade, I pull back and steady her on her hands and knees again before thrusting into her over and over. I look between us and take in the sight of her pussy stretching around my thick dick, taking all of my inches like a good girl.
"Fuck, that's good, Rya. So fucking good," I grit out, wrapping my fist around her hair. I tug, causing her back to arch so she can take me even deeper.
“Ohmygod, ohmygod, Miller…”
“Yeah? This what you need? Need your man to remind you who you belong to?” I smack her ass, fucking her furiously and without mercy.
“Y-Yes. I need… I need…”
“What do you need, baby? Tell me,” I growl.
“I need you to remind me I’m real.” It’s barely a whimper, but her words completely destroy me.
I fall down on top of her, catching myself on my hands and caging her in with my body. My chest presses into her back, my arms are on either side of hers, and our fingers are locked together. I rut into her, grinding down, and filling up every single inch of her wet, silky heat.
“You’re real, Rya. You’re safe. You’re free. You’remine,” I say in between powerful thrusts.
“Yours, yours, yours,” she chants, throwing her head back and resting it on my shoulder as I tear her apart in the way she needs. In the way we both need. I want to rip out all her painful, lonely, dark memories, and replace them with pleasure, joy, and light.
“That’s right, love. Feel this with me.”
“Miller,” she gasps, pressing her tear-stained cheek against mine. “Miller, I’m gonna…”
“Fuck yes, come for me,” I groan, absolutely overwhelmed by how perfect and complete this moment feels.
Rya inhales sharply and holds her breath as her whole body goes stiff. I pull out as far as I can from this angle and hammer into her as her pussy spasms and floods with her orgasm. I feel her gushing for me, the sloppy sounds we’re making topped only by the broken whimpers Rya lets out with each breath.
My vision goes white as I wrap an arm around her hips and hold still inside of her. Rya squirms and squeals, both of us crying out our release together, her slick cunt sucking up thick ropes of my cum. I keep coming, squeezing my eyes shut as her pussy locks up, pulsing, fluttering, and creaming all over me yet again.
It lasts for fucking ever. She keeps coming, and when it seems as though I’ve taken everything she can give me, I lean back and grip her hips, fucking myself with her limp body.
“I love you,” I grunt, transfixed as I empty the last of my cum and pull out of her, my dick messy with our combined releases.
I collapse next to Rya on the rug and roll her over, draping her trembling body over my chest and wrapping her up in my arms. She snuggles closer, kissing my chest and tucking her face into the side of my neck.
We stay like that, curled up together, letting the sweat dry on our skin as the fire keeps us warm.
“You are real, Rya. You are the most real thing in my life. I’ll be here to remind you every day for the rest of our lives,” I whisper.
She props herself up on my chest, her hair a beautiful mess, her brown eyes warm with satisfaction, and the knowledge she is loved. I want her to always look at me like that. I’m damn proud I make her feel this way.
“It’s hard to believe, you know?” she says softly. I lift an eyebrow in question. “That we found each other. That we’re right here, right now. How lucky am I?”
I tuck a few strands of damp hair behind her ear, loving that I made her sweat. “It’s not about luck, baby girl. But if anyone has the right to claim luck on their side, it’s me. I mean, look at how fucking gorgeous you are,” I tell her, my eyes sweeping over her face, lingering on her wide eyes and rosy cheeks. “And you’re brilliant behind the keyboard, nearly putting me to shame.”
