Reece (Stud Ranch)

And when I landed back in my body, holy shit. Holy shit, it was him and me. He was there, and his mouth was still demanding and in charge of mine.

I met him, aftershocks rolling through my body, pulsing through our kisses.

“Bed,” I gasped, glazed tears of pleasure at the edges of my eyes, realizing only now we were still just standing in the doorway, me clutching Reece’s body while he played my mine like an instrument.

“Bed. Let’s do this.” My breaths came out panted and I couldn’t say much more than that.

He slid his finger out of me achingly slowly; only to grab my waist and tug me over to the cot.

Which was when we both realized that yeah, it was a cot.

I put my hand over my mouth and started giggling. Reece just grinned, kicked off his boxers, and sat down to straddle the thing. He leaned over and reached down in his dusty suitcase that was still under the cot and pulled out a condom.

“Very good boy,” I said. I arched an eyebrow, to which he grinned and held out his hands in a ridiculous ta da motion. Dear Lord, the fact that I was managing human speech at all after what he’d just done to me… Somebody give me a damn prize.

“Ready and waiting, honey.”

Then he reached out his arms for me as he lay backwards on the cot, legs still straddling either side like he was bracing for me. He was cocky and confident as hell, but also had a twinkle in his eye that told you he didn’t take himself too seriously at the same time. I’d never seen anything more attractive and my sex contracted remembering the orgasm he’d coaxed out of me with just the twitches of his finger.

I went forward, pushing off my leggings and panties and glad for the dim light. I was standing completely naked in front of a man. A man who was not my husband. It was terrifying and exhilarating. For once in my life, I leaned in to both emotions instead of running away towards numbness. I wanted to feel everything tonight. I wanted to feel alive.

Reece just grinned and I couldn’t help giggling with lightness as he grasped my hips and helped me get situated atop him. His strong hands clutched my hips and helped shift me into place as I lifted and lowered myself onto him. And hello, he was very ready for me.

He slid into me slow, meaningfully, and one inch at a time.

For a few moments there during the transition, I’d lost track of the intensity that zinged down through to my bones, it felt like.

But then, within moments, we were back in the thick of it—that ridiculous connection and chemistry I hadn’t known or even suspected was actually possible in the real world.

A spasm rocked my lower half at the memory, leftover from the earlier high he’d taken me to.

Another inch down. He grasped my hips, hands so large the edges of his fingertips were squeezing my buttocks. I clenched around him, convulsing even as my next orgasm started rising. I’d never been so conscious of my body, inside and out, as I was right in that moment.

And gah, where he took me… It wasn’t an orgasm as I’d experienced before in any recognizable form. This was— This was—

It was bright sunlight from inside me and then these pulses started coming, lashing me higher and higher and—

His hand came between our lips to cover my mouth. Because oh, apparently that high-pitched squealing was coming from me.

It didn’t slow either of us down. He just held my gaze, kept his hand over my mouth, and dragged me down onto him with his other hand.

My whole body shuddered. As the peak hit me, I blinked and looked at him. Unable to look away, to look anywhere but at him, tears leaking from the edges of my eyes.

He yanked his hand away from my mouth and sat up, kissing me hard and pushing up into me at the same time I ground down. I ground down and rode him, shamelessly chasing more pleasure.

He pulled away from my lips and he was just watching me in wonder, almost, in awe—

And then he gently cupped my face and kissed me soft while he began to thrust from beneath me.

He was—

I didn’t know this man. He was a complete stranger. But he wasn’t at the same time.

I threw my arms around him and clutched him to me. I kissed him more frantically than I even knew I knew how.

He met my lips with his, calm to my frantic, and then frantic to my frantic, and then both of us calm and languorous. All as he made love to me in turns slow and then hard and then grinding and then slow and torturously again.