He growled again. “Fucking tease.”
“You love it,” I said, doing it again.
“I’d love it if my dick was inside you. Right. Now.” I stroked him one more time with my hand before moving my hips upward to take him inside. I couldn’t go all the way, but he did his part and closed the distance.
“Mmm,” I said. Having him inside me while staring up into his beautiful eyes was like watching everything fall into place.
“Fuck,” he said, closing his eyes and moving his hips a little. “You feel fucking perfect.” So did he.
He leaned down and kissed my lips before drawing his hips back and thrusting into me. The sensation of him leaving me and then filling me again was just . . . the best thing ever.
I heard myself moan, and I grabbed his ass to try and pull him in deeper. I arched my hips up to meet him. He seemed to really like that and responded by driving me down into the mattress.
Who knew missionary could be so fucking hot?
“Good?” he asked.
“Good,” I said.
With a smile, he redoubled his efforts and my head nearly exploded. Somehow in the middle of it I came a third time, and he slowed down a second to let me get through it before he went at it again. He was really good at this. Or maybe it was that our bodies somehow fit perfectly together. Every time he thrust into me, he hit exactly the right spot, like he was made to get me off.
This was the most mind-blowing sex of my life.
“You’re fucking amazing, and we are doing this every day for the rest of our lives. Twice,” he said, panting as he kept going. He had this intense look of concentration on his face that was so damn sexy. How did I get to have such an amazing man in my life? He made me laugh, he got me, and he was fantastic in bed. Talk about winning the relationship lottery.
I wasn’t deluded enough to think that Ryder was perfect, but who the hell was? He’d taken amazing steps to improve his life, and he was going to keep on improving. This was going to work. I could really feel it this time.
Ryder leaned down to kiss me softly, and then his back arched and he groaned. He came inside me and it was fucking beautiful.
Instead of collapsing, he dropped his head for a moment, his chest heaving. I was breathing heavily myself. What a workout. With Ryder in my life, I wouldn’t need to go to the gym. We could just fuck each other several times a day. I was completely down with that plan.
He started to pull out, but I locked my legs around him.
“Don’t go just yet.”
A smile crossed his face. “Well, give me a minute and I won’t have to.”
Fuck. Yeah.
Thirty
Ryder had said we should do it once or maybe even twice a day. Well, that night we fucked so many times I lost count. So many ways that my body had given up and I could barely crawl to the bathroom to pee.
“I can’t anymore,” I said when the sun started peeking under the curtains. My body was draped over Ryder, and he was on his back. I’d been stroking his tattoos, but my hand had gotten tired.
“Can’t what?” he said, his fingers twirling my hair.
“Can’t even,” I said. “That was a marathon, buddy. I think we made up for lost time. Holy shit.” Exhaustion kept hitting me in surges, and it was all I could do to keep my damn eyes open.
“You did good.” He patted my shoulder like I was a horse who had just run a race or something. I wanted to glare at him, but my eyelids were too exhausted.
“You too, fire crotch.” The carpet definitely matched the drapes.
He laughed and then winced.
“It hurts to laugh.”
“Why?” I said.