Broken Ride (Men of Valor MC)

She put her arms around my neck and kissed me softly, then laid back in my arms and looked up at me.

“You see me,” she signed to me. “The real me.”

Skylar’s ASL was fluid and beautiful.

“I like that you learned to speak to me in my own language,” I told her in ASL, not even bothering to move my lips with the words. “It’s pretty sexy,” I then said out loud.

She cupped my cheek in her hand.

I speared my fingers through her hair until I held the back of her head in my palm. We kissed in abandon, our two hearts synchronizing into one. I undressed her slowly until she was bare and beautiful before me, then tore at my own clothes like the hungry man I was.

When she was writhing and wet, pressing her center into my straining erection, I pulled her on top of me and let her take the lead if she wanted to.

Being this close to Sky, I could feel the thunder of her heart in chest, her pulse-beat in her wrists and temple, I could feel the rise and fall of her chest, and sense the small, urgent puffs of breath she exhaled faster and faster. It was a certain sensorial music to me that was so close to sound. As if her body became an instrument and the way she felt about me was this beautiful silent symphony that had its own dynamics, its own tone, its own melody the two of us composed together.

“Dex, I want you,” she stumbled. “I want you, all the way. But I’ve never been with anyone before…by choice. I’ve never made that decision before. Or even had the experience of wanting to. But I know that I want you. I want you to be the first decision I make.”

“Sky, what a gift. I want you too, in every imaginable way possible. This can be a first for both of us, a decision we make together. A first time of our own volition.”

I tucked her under me then and gently rolled on top of her, without severing our kiss, I slid her panties down, while she unhooked her bra. When I slipped my fingers between her legs, I could feel the wet silky glide of her there and I knew she was primed for me. Gently massaging her clit, I kissed her until she was moaning into my kiss and her hips rotated in desperation searching to connect us.

I propped myself up on my elbows to enter her and looked into her eyes as I slid my cock up to the hilt inside her wet heat. She never hesitated, rocking her hips to meet me and finding a rhythm before I even took a breath in. Sky was a passionate lover, uninhibited, and she either screamed loud out of bliss or because she wanted me to hear her pleasure. But I didn’t need to hear her sensual moans to know she was in the throes of pleasure, that I could see in her eyes, in how she held her jaw, and feel it in how she scraped her fingernails along my back. When she came, it was the muscles in her pussy that clenched and milked my cock that told me just how hard she climaxed. And the bursts of color that appeared on her chest, blossoming outwards like a watercolor told me her arousal was intense.

The frame of the bed hit the wall and her tits bounced to the beat of my thrusts as I pounded my last strokes into her. I gripped the headboard and pumped out my last will into her body, my cock engorged, my ball sac synched and heavy before the cum was bursting forth and claiming her body.

I collapsed on top of her and Skylar ran her fingers through my long hair, pushing the strands away from my temple as I recovered on her chest.

I wanted to spend every day of the rest of my life making her happy, and making love to her. When I thought about getting Sky pregnant, I got hard again.

Sky was naked except for the locket I’d given her. When I reached up and touched it, she smiled at me and put her thumb to her chin and wagged her pointer finger in front of her lips in the sign for “who?”

I signed back “what?”

“Who put the mustard seed in this locket?” she asked me.

I pointed to my chest and told her it was me.

“Was that superstition? Did you put it in there for good luck?” she asked me.

I made the sign for “f” with both my hands and brought one to my forehead before double tapping them together.

Skylar smiled curiously at me and sat up. “I don’t know that sign yet, Dex. What does it mean?” she asked.