He gave me a quick kiss on the neck, and then just lay there as he recovered. Instinct had me wrapping my arms around his shoulders. Our bodies were damp. His dick still pulsed inside me. It was intimate and sweet, and as good as it was, it also scared me to death. Intimate and sweet weren’t feelings I was familiar with or comfortable in having.
He lifted his head, his blue eyes soft as he looked at me.
I started to say something, although I wasn’t sure what.
He leaned forward and kissed me, then said, “If you’re going to say this was a bad idea or criticize my lack of stamina, can you wait until I have the strength to withdraw? I don’t think my ego could take it after having such a spectacular orgasm.”
Part of me was irritated by his request only because it suggested I was a critical person. Of course, I was a critical person and based on much of my interactions with him in the past, it wasn’t unreasonable for him to think that.
I focused on his saying he had a spectacular orgasm. “Spectacular?”
He grinned. “Mind-blowing. Fuck, I was so hard Katrina. I wanted to last longer.”
He was calling me Katrina again. I couldn’t stop the smile that spread on my face. I was feeling so content. I couldn’t remember ever feeling like that.
“I’m not complaining.”
He’d have been within his right to say something like, “Well there’s a change,” but he didn’t. “If you give me another try, I will do better. I promise.” His hand slid down to cup my breast and then he sucked the nipple. I couldn’t believe it when erotic sensation blasted down to my pussy again. I’d just had two amazing orgasms. There couldn’t more in me, could there?
Whether I had more in me or not, I wanted a turn to discover Ryder’s body and what turned him on. “Maybe I want to try.”
He lifted his head and I could feel his dick start to thicken inside me again. “Do you feel that? My dick is excited to let you take control. What do you want to do to me, Katrina?”
Everything, I thought. I pushed him over onto his back and then straddled his thighs as I took him inside me again. I used my pussy muscles to massage his dick back to life.
“You have an incredible pussy.” He lay back, his eyes closed and his hands on my thighs.
“What do you like, Ryder?” I asked, worried that my experience was way short compared to his.
His eyes opened. “I like you.”
“I meant what do you like sexually?”
“I like whatever you want to do.”
That wasn’t much help.
He rubbed my thighs. “You look like a goddess.” His hands slid up to my breasts, kneading them. “Perfect tits. I can’t wait to watch them bounce when you ride me.”
My pussy clenched at the idea of his getting off on watching me.
He levered up, running his fingers through my hair, which had to be a wild mess.
“Your hair is a sexy…wanton.” He kissed me, going in hard and deep, making me moan. “You taste divine. Yep, you’re a goddess.”
I wondered, for a moment, if he talked to all his women like this. The thought made my guard go up. I wasn’t special. I was just another notch.
“Don’t leave me, Katrina,” he said, giving me a small shake.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I said, confused by his statement.
“Maybe not here,” he said, rubbing a finger over my clit making me gasp. “But up here.” The index finger on his other hand tapped my temple. “Let go, baby. Just feel. You’re safe with me.”
His words both comforted and bothered me. They were a reminder that I didn’t like to let go. I liked control. They also highlighted that I didn’t always feel safe with him, although I knew that was more my issue than his. Then again, he did use my poems against me. Would he tell his friends that I was a bad lay?
Except he said he didn’t mean to hurt me by using the poems.
“Katrina,” his voice pulled me from my thoughts. “Fuck me.”