We continued to kiss, our arms around each other, moving slightly as if we were on a dance floor sliding against each other to a slow ballad.
Melodies played in my mind. Music I didn’t recognize floated in the air around us as we danced to the slow rhythm. The kiss deepened, though instead of becoming frantic, it became more comforting. Our mouths were fused together, and with my eyes closed, I almost felt like we were floating on a cloud. A soft pink cloud of comfort and love.
Though I sizzled between my legs, I had no desire to break the kiss and demand something more. Ryan’s cock was hard, pushing in my belly, and I knew he was aching too. But he made no move to break the kiss either.
Slowly we continued our enchanting dance, until the backs of my knees hit the edge of the bed. Ryan didn’t break the kiss but swiftly lifted me in his arms, our mouths still joined, and then we were lying on the bed, still kissing.
He rolled over so that he was on top of me, bracing his weight on one arm so as not to crush me. Still we kissed, pulling back, pressing our lips together in little pecks, and then joining them again, our tongues twirling.
We stayed that way for a long time.
The temperature in my core increased, and I began undulating my hips. Smoothly, so smooth I hardly even noticed at first, Ryan entered me.
Sweet completion. Perfect comfort.
He groaned, pulling out and then pushing back in.
His groan vibrated down my throat.
I wrapped one of my legs around his waist, gliding against him as our bodies met again and again. This was slow, sweet lovemaking—something I hadn’t yet experienced.
Ryan was always showing me something new.
All I wanted, all I needed was to be with Ryan. If I could stay with him—if we could become hermits, never leave this room—
I stopped that thought, for I knew it was impossible. I didn’t want impossible dreams clawing at me. Not now.
I surrendered to the moment. Locked both my legs around his back and relished the feeling of him inside me. He was still pumping slowly, easing in and out of me, and I felt every hard inch of him inside the walls of my pussy.
I savored it. Welcomed it. The completeness in our joining.
Ryan finally moved his mouth away from mine, trailing kisses to my ear. “I need to come, baby.”
I whimpered, and I finally let go of the sweet feeling of comfort and made way for the climax that was imminent.
“Come,” I said to him. “Come with me, Ryan.”
I brought my lips to his neck, sucking on his smooth flesh, as the orgasm ripped through me. I imagined us flying, hovering over the earth, floating among the clouds, as both of our bodies shook in climax. This orgasm was different. I thought I would give up the comfort when I let go to come, but it was still there. Even as my body shuddered in response to the physical rapture, comfort enveloped me in a soft cloud.
We were both out of breath when the shudders finally stopped. Still, that beautiful feeling of contentment overwhelmed me.
We lay together, silent, for a few moments.
Finally, Ryan rolled over onto his back. “Wow,” he said.
“Wow,” I agreed.
“I don’t know about you, baby, but that was just what I needed.”
“Me too. I think we were both looking for comfort.”
“I didn’t realize that until you just said it.” He smiled. “Thank you.”
“Thank you? What for?”
“For always giving me what I need. At any given time, Ruby, you either let me give to you or take. Whatever I need.”