I wanted to scream, “Please don’t leave me. She’s going to come back for you. You might be confused and not know what to do. But I love you, Ryder. Please trust in that.”
But of course, I remained silent, vowing to bring my mind back to the present and not dwell on the uncertain future, which had always plagued our relationship.
Ryder led me into a humungous bathroom just off the master suite.
Holy mother of all showers—it was like a room in and of itself with the most beautiful glass tile.
We stepped into it, and then he slipped out of his boxers and turned a handle. We were both completely naked now. I’d never seen him like this before, and I realized how perfect he was as the water cascaded down his body like a waterfall over carved stone. The V at the base of his abs aligned with a thin trail of hair leading down to his cock—his beautiful, thick cock that was so perfectly intimidating, but that I knew I could take.
Ryder pulled me close as the water sprayed out of three gargantuan showerheads. He placed his forehead against mine as the water rained down over us.
Once he started kissing me, that was it. We were in our own world under this water. Nothing else mattered, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to let all my scary thoughts ruin this sacred moment. All I wanted to do was make love to him, comfort him, and have him feel nothing but me for a while.
I placed my hands around his face and drew him closer as he kissed me, his tongue exploring my mouth as if he needed my breaths to survive, as if he couldn’t kiss me hard enough. This moment felt different from any other I’d experienced with him.
He leaned his weight into me, then lifted me up over him as if I weighed nothing. I wrapped my legs around him as he held me against the tile wall.
I immediately felt his crown at my opening.
He started to enter me without warning. “I’m sorry. I can’t help it,” he muttered.
“Don’t stop. It’s okay.”
It didn’t take any more convincing. In a second flat, Ryder had pushed all the way inside of me. His eyes rolled back as his body rocked against mine while he fucked me. His hand gripped the back of my neck, and the sound of our wet skin slapping together resonated throughout the bathroom, along with the echoes of our pleasure. It was wild and primal, and for the first time in my life, I wasn’t worried about my own choreography during sex. He was in the driver’s seat, and he was doing a damn good job driving. I just let go, closing my eyes and feeling the sheer force of his body pummeling through me.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had the liberty to moan as loudly as I wanted. And there was nothing hotter than the guttural sounds Ryder made as he fucked me.
His arms wrapped around me tightly as he continued to pound into me, his frantic breaths in sync with his thrusts. Everything else in the universe faded away.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked, breaking me out of my trance. He slowed down for a moment, and that small break felt like torture.
I shook my head no, then arched by back and bucked my hips, grinding harder against his body to show him. When I tightened my muscles around his cock, his breaths became even more ragged. He gently bit my neck as he continued to fuck me into oblivion.
“So fucking good,” he rasped. “I feel like a fucking animal with you…can’t get enough.”
Despite how rough this was, I felt one-hundred-percent safe. I had fully surrendered, and that had most definitely never happened to me before.
My eyelids were heavy as I bent my head back. He placed his hand around my chin and stuck his thumb in my mouth. I sucked on it as he watched intently.
My orgasm suddenly rolled through me. As I cried out, his body began to shake. He groaned in ecstasy, and I felt a rush of heat as he came hard, balls-deep inside of me.
Ryder moved in and out of me slowly long after we’d both climaxed. I could feel myself revving up all over again, wanting more.
After a few minutes of holding me against the wall while his breathing calmed, he finally pulled out and put me down. “That was…wow.”
Still breathing heavily, I nodded, unable to find words.
Ryder grabbed a sponge and squirted some shower gel into it. He began to wash me gently. As he placed it between my legs, I could feel his semen spilling out of me, gathering between my thighs.
Teasing me with the sponge, he whispered in my ear, “I love seeing my cum drip out of you.”