I wrapped my legs around him, wanting him to go deeper. Wanting him to know I was ready for whatever he wanted to do to me.
He levered up, sitting back on his heels as he gripped my hips. “This is going to be fast.”
I didn’t have a chance to reply as he started thrusting and plunging. Immediately, my pussy was on fire from the sensations. I gripped the sheets, holding on as he possessed me and my body in a way I never knew was possible. It was so good. So, so good.
I watched him, his face strained as he chased his release. He was raw and real, and it made me feel so feminine how he was giving in to his needs.
“Fuck, I’m going to come…come with me…come with me.”
His thumb slid over my hard, sensitive clit, and in a flash, I was flying. My entire body went taut as pleasure burst and then radiated out.
“Yes!” he yelled and then plunged deep, grinding against me as warmth filled me. He did it again, and again, drawing out the pleasure until I felt completely spent.
Finally, he gave one last thrust and then sank back on his heels. His breath, like mine, came in bellows. I thought he’d withdraw and collapse next to me, which was what the few other men I’d been with always did. It felt so anticlimactic how once they had their orgasm, they’d withdraw into their own space.
Ryder leaned forward, adjusting himself so that he stayed seeped inside me as he lay over me. He rested his upper body weight on his forearms and then dipped his head into the hollow by my neck.
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 t
he 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.”