Ryah smiles bashfully and reaches for me once more, tracing her fingers up and down my length. Her touch moves over the thick veins, the ridge at the head of my cock.
“I, um, haven’t done anything like this before,” she confesses in a whisper. “Am I doing it right?”
“That’s perfect,” I whisper, sliding my hand up to the nape of her neck. Definitely a virgin. Deep down in my heart, I hoped she was. Maybe that’s sordid at my age, wanting this beautiful girl to be pure and untouched by any man but me, but fuck it. It’s Ryah, and knowing I’m the first one to gaze upon her naked body and make her come is making me so hard it’s painful.
I throw and kick off the rest of my clothes, and then push her up the bed so my head is between her thighs. “Just lay there. Relax. I want to taste you.”
I kiss every inch of her belly and hips. Her silky inner thighs. Then I dip my head and lick her pussy. Holy hell, my girl tastes like heaven. Slick and hot from coming and ready for another. I lave her with my tongue in urgent swipes, desperate to claim one more orgasm from her body. And then another. And then another. I ease my middle finger inside her, deeper this time. Her inner muscles feel crazy strong and for a second things go white behind my eyes as I imagine her rippling along my length. I’ve seen the way she rides with just her thighs to direct Dandelion. I feel myself smile against her clit as I imagine telling her she can do that to me. As she nears her peak I work my finger deeper, trying to ease her up a little in preparation, but a moment later she comes. I groan as she grips me, tight as a vice. Pulsing my finger in and out of her, I watch her ride out her orgasm, her head thrown back and her hands gripping the sheets.
I sit up and brace a hand by her head, gazing down at her. “Your pussy is fucking amazing.”
Ryah puts her hands over her face, smiling and looking embarrassed at the same time. “I didn’t even do anything. It was all you.”
“Bullshit.” I take my cock in my hand, gazing down at her body spread beneath mine and then back up at her again.
“I want you,” she whispers.
For maybe a third of a second I consider that I don’t have a condom.
“Hold onto me, baby,” I say, positioning her beneath me, lining her up against my cock. I hate that I have to hurt her. She slides her hand up my arms and holds onto my shoulders.
I surge forward and grit my teeth on my moan of pleasure. It doesn’t feel right that something so good for me hurts her like this. Pain flickers over her face.
“I’m sorry,” I say hoarsely, stopping where I am.
She opens her eyes and breathes hard. “Don’t stop Cale. Please.”
“But you’re hurting.”
Ryah just smiles. “I told you to throw the last knife. You can throw it again easier next time, can’t you?”
She means if we just get through this little bit of pain, it will be better next time. She’s not wrong. I shift her beneath me, angling her hips so it’s easier for me. Then I sink into her luxurious pussy, my eyes closing briefly as the sensations cascade through me. She feels like heaven. My Ryah, her arms twined around my neck and her mouth pressing feverish kisses to mine. There’s no pain on her face now. We’ve pushed past that. I feel my body relax, and as my eyes sweep over her, I finally get to marvel in what we’re doing. What I’m seeing. Watching myself fuck Ryah. Jesus fucking Christ, I don’t think I’ve ever seen something so incredible. Her silky thighs wrapped around my hips. The soft bounce of her breasts with each of my thrusts. Her shiny wetness glistening on my cock.
When I look up, there are tears pouring down her face.
“Fuck!” I immediately start to withdraw, but she locks her arms and legs around me, holding me in place.
“No. Don’t, Cale.”
“But I’m hurting you.”
S
he digs her nails into my shoulders, refusing to let me go, her shimmering eyes imploring me. “It’s not bad tears. I’m not in pain. It’s just a lot.”
I brace my hands either side of her head and stare at her, not understanding. “If this is too much, we should stop.”
She nibbles on her lower lip and watches me with wide eyes, looking so much like a startled fawn I just want to wrap her up in a blanket and cuddle her.
“Cale, even being hugged by you is overwhelming. I don’t know what to do with all these feelings. So I cry.”
I remember how I felt her shaking against me when we were tending the horses together. How the tears came into her eyes and she didn’t know what to do then, either.
“Oh, sparkle,” I breathe, pressing my forehead against hers. “What you’ve been through—”
But she covers my mouth with her hand. “Let’s not talk about that. I’m sorry for crying. Does it make you uncomfortable?”
I kiss each of the silvery tear tracks on her face, and she gasps softly at each one. “Don’t be sorry. And you could never.”