“No,” he lied.
“What happened to the Ryder who told me we were going to fuck?”
“He’s still here,” he said.
“Good. Because if you’re not read—“ I started to say, but he silenced me with a kiss. This was the third time he’d done that.
“I’m ready,” he said against my lips, taking my hands and guiding them down his chest to his belt. It wasn’t easy to concentrate on kissing and undoing his pants, but somehow I managed. I didn’t mean to take his boxers down with them, but at least it saved me that one extra step. Finally we were naked together again. This time, though, we were sober and going to do much more than sleep.
“I’m ready,” he said again, and I could feel his readiness pressing into my stomach. Very ready. Readier than ready.
I dragged my hands down his chest and took him in my hands. He gasped a little and his eyes rolled back in his head. Wow, my touch must be magic.
“You don’t get to touch me like that until I’ve made you come. At least once. Hopefully you won’t be able to stand tomorrow. My goal is to satisfy you so much that you’ll never want to leave this bed.” Well, that was something I could definitely get behind.
“Okay,” I said, letting go of him. He chuckled and pushed me back until my legs hit the foot of the bed.
“Lay back,” he said, but it was more of a command. Now that he was in control, his confidence was back. I was more than happy to let him take the lead.
I did as he asked, pushing myself backwards until my head was against my pillows, my body spread out before him. Ryder waited only a second before crawling on top of me. He braced himself on his arms and looked down, our noses barely touching.
“What do you want?” I asked. He didn’t even think about it.
“I want you to fuck my face.” My eyes went wide, but he just grinned and rolled to the side.
“Come here,” he said, reaching for me. I switched places with him. I leaned over and he kissed my face.
“You asked, I told you,” he said. It was true. I did ask. And I wasn’t opposed to it, but I thought we might work our way up to that. Guess he wanted to get right down to business.
“Do you not like that?” he asked, pulling away, his brows drawing together in concern. I had never talked this much during sex before. Usually I just doled out encouragement and then screamed in (sometimes fake, okay mostly fake) ecstasy. The logistics were usually lost on me in the moment.
“No, I love it. I just didn’t think you’d want to go right downtown off the bat. But hey, if you want, I’m game.” I smiled and his expression changed.
“Then get up here,” he said, grabbing my hips. Yes, sir.
I used my headboard to pull myself up until I was straddling Ryder’s torso. He reached up and stroked my arms, moving down my chest and working my nipples until they were stiff and aching. This boy sure knew how to push all the right buttons. Granted, I’d been so turned on when we’d started that I probably would have come from him just breathing on me.
As it was now, I knew I was close. Ryder pinched my nipples hard, just a little bite of pain and I moaned and arched against him. He did it again and I pushed against him. He laughed.
“Naughty girl. Seems like you enjoy a teeny bit of pain.” I’d never thought I did, but he seemed to bring things out in me that I didn’t know were there. Hell, if he wanted to role play and have me dress up in a Catholic girl’s uniform, I’d probably be on board. I wanted to do everything with him.
“Uh-huh,” was the only response I could form. Once more, he pinched my nipples before sliding his hands down my stomach and giving me goosebumps. The heat between my legs was building into the sweetest ache, and I knew I’d need a release soon or else it would consume me. Could you die from being massively turned on and then not having an orgasm to satisfy it? Like, blue balls, but for girls? I said a prayer in my head that nothing would interrupt us. Not this time.
He gripped my hips again and brought them closer to his mouth. A wave of self-consciousness crashed over me and suddenly, I didn’t know if I could do this. But he must have sensed it, because at that moment, he licked his fingers and dragged them up the inside of my thighs, meeting in the middle. He stroked me and I shoved myself against his hand. One of his fingers slid inside me, and I moaned again.
He used his thumb on my clit as I rocked my hips against him. He kept his other hand on my ass, almost pushing me. I fucked his hand and it was so good I nearly lost it. That boy and his magical, magical fingers.
He slid a second finger inside me, and I could feel myself starting to stretch. It had been a while, but I wasn’t worried. Ryder wasn’t like those fellows who would go right for the kill. He would take his sweet time, and how sweet it was.
Little gasps came out of my mouth and I didn’t even care. I moved my hips faster, thrusting so hard, he could no longer keep his hand inside me. But he didn’t leave me for long. He simply licked his fingers, leaned forward, and then his mouth took the place of his hands. With one flick of his tongue on my clit, I dived over the edge of a cliff, arms spread wide, thinking about nothing but falling. I nearly toppled over, but his steady hands gripping my ass kept me from going anywhere. His tongue stroked me through my first climax. I shuddered and twitched in the aftermath, and then sighed as warmth and contentment followed. There were orgasms and then there was that. An entire bodily experience that left you breathless and so satisfied that you never wanted to do anything else but keep having them. If only life were like that.
“Oh. My. God,” I said, looking down at him. He grinned up at me from between my legs, and I'd never seen anything so damn beautiful. The scratchiness from the beard added a whole new element to the experience.
“More?” he asked.
“More,” I said.
He got me off a second time with his mouth, and this time I leaned back on my arms and arched my back into him. I’d never thought of myself as a sexual acrobat, but now I was seeing the potential benefits of being more flexible.