“I didn’t think you were going to….”
“That’s it, Rachel. Move with me. Just like that.”
I didn’t even know I was doing anything until he said something.
But he’s right.
I’m moving my hips up and down in time with his slow thrusts. He buries his cock right up to his hilt, and then he moves out of me, inch by tantalizing inch.
We fall into a rhythm, my hands scratching up and down his back as we move slowly, carefully, as though easing into our future.
“It feels, you feel…oh, Ryland,” I moan.
“I told you. Your body needs this.”
“So badly.”
He rears back like a wild beast, showing me the swollen outline of his chest, his face aimed down at me.
We move quickly, his cock slipping out of my soaked hole and then back in with more force.
I squeal as he slams against a spot deep within, a spot I’ve never felt before.
It’s warm and steamy, and it feels like it’s linked to my whole pussy, my whole body.
Every time he thrusts into me, getting faster and faster, he hits that spot, and my world thrums.
“Right there?” he snaps, taking me harder, slamming his huge cock into me so that my old bed makes a whining noise.
It’s like starlight erupts inside, from the end of his cock, lightning, nuclear freaking explosions.
“Yes, yes,” I manage to say before he slams into me again.
“The way your tits bounce…god damn.”
He pushes into me again with each word, his cock sending flickering flames to that hot spot, more tension flooding me.
I must be gouging cuts into his back, but he doesn’t complain. I need something to hold onto.
All I can do is cling to his rippling muscles and try my best to bounce in time with his unyielding thrusts.
He hammers into me relentlessly as he continuously picks up the pace, the bed whining.
It’s crazy to think that, not that long ago, I thought I wouldn’t be able to take my man.
My womb is rejoicing, sending even more fluttering burning pleasure hissing through me.
My body is pulsing hotter and deeper each moment, that burning point inside growing larger, covering more and more of my body.
I vibrate against him, my pussy getting that deep pressurized feeling like it did when he went down between my legs. But this time, it expands until it’s so big, burning, I can’t focus on anything else.
Suddenly, even bouncing in time with him becomes impossible.
All I can do is close my eyes and see red – and, in the red, visions of Ryland waiting at the end of the aisle on our wedding day, shirtless in our backyard, grinning over at me as he works on our family car.
I open my mouth to scream, a release of pleasure and a celebration of the future all at once.
“That’s it,” he growls. “I can feel how close you are. That’s…fucking…it….”
I bite down as a scream tries to escape me. My pussy is on fire, my lips engorged and sensitive, and my walls feel engulfed in flames.
He growls and takes me even faster, the sheets rubbing against my sweaty back.
The scream erupts from my clamped lips when the real orgasm hits me. I thought that was the fire, but something else took its place.
Soaking wet pleasure seeps through me, my pussy drowning in wave upon wave of euphoria.
All the pressure has exploded, my legs trembling, my toes curling as I feel my pussy pumping around his length.
He snarls and collapses atop me, lips pressed against my cheek. I can feel his teeth against my skin when he opens his mouth, panting out a beast’s breath, the hot air dancing over my skin.
“Yes,” I moan, somehow finding my voice.
“Tell me,” he snaps frantically, as though he finds it difficult to push the words out.
It takes me a moment to realize what he means, and then I get it.
“Come in me,” I moan, hoping I’m right. “Come in me, Ryland. Show me you own me. Come…ah, ah, in me….”
My orgasm flares one final time, my pussy pumping out more simmering ecstasy.
Ryland moves his lips to my neck, softly biting as he makes a grunting noise, his body going rigid, his seed spilling inside me.
I sink my fingers deeper into his back, holding him close to me, clinging on tightly.
I never want to let go.
Finally, we’re both spent, heaving in exhausted breaths. Ryland collapses and rolls to the side, and I move with him, unfair thoughts hissing from the deepest depths of my mind.
“Was it….”
I leave the question unfinished as I perch on his chest, looking into his intense eyes.
“It was – you are – everything I knew you would be, Rachel. You’re amazing, and who knows maybe…”
“Do you think so?” I ask, glad I’m getting better at reading his facial expressions.
It was the way he nodded, the twitch at the corner of his lip, his eyebrow shifting.