Something important. A spark of a memory, but it quickly retreated to the dark, inaccessibly dusty corners of my mind, and I could n’ t reach it.
Moaning in frustration, I arched my back. And then I felt it. Ryder. Ryde r’ s massive erection. I could hear him sleeping still, his breath steadily falling in the dark. In the few hours I had been asleep, he had only wrapped himself even tighter around me. His arms clung to me tightly, and his muscular blue-jean clad thigh was now slung over mine. He slept - deeply, peacefully. And yet, he was hard as a rock.
I could n’ t take it anymore. His gentleness. His huge fucking heart. The way he looked at me when he knew I was in pain. My heart burst with emotion, and I knew I couldn't wait any longer. I needed him. I needed that human connection, to feel like, if only for a moment, I belonged with someone. But not just anyone - him.
He was all I had.
And I wanted all of him.
I reached behind me, grabbing his hardness, gasping at the size of him. He was hot, throbbing, and now that my hand was squeezing him, he was beginning to moan in his sleep. I grinned in the dark. Gripped harder. Gentle, but firm. With intention.
His fingers tightened around my chest, finding the flesh, squeezing, his brain waking up with the rest of his body. He pressed his entire frame against me, and I rolled over, facing him, and found his lips waiting, open, ready for mine.
We melted together in a frenzy of caresses, our mouths working together to bring us closer. But it was still not close enough. I let go of his cock, my hands reaching up and fingering the edge of his cut, memorizing the feel of the leather under my fingertips, before I slid it over his chiseled shoulders, just as I had imagined so many times.
Fingers found buttons, shirts and jeans slid over our skin and pushed away, all in a fury of purposeful gestures. Skin bare, we began the dance all over again. His skin was smooth, tightly stretched over his rippling muscles, and my hands slid over every inch of him, committing every curve and crevice to memory. The need to remember every detail of this night, every detail of him, was undeniably present, a constant undercurrent of yearning that sang low and steady in my gut.
He rolled on top of me, his kisses urgent, searching, demanding. His lips pressed into mine firmly, his tongue slipping deep into me, tangling with mine sensuously. My hands flew over his velvety skin, pulling him closer to me, wrapping my legs around him tightly.
He sank into me easily, smoothly, firmly. I moaned, as he wrapped his arms around me, his mouth glued to mine, and he began to move inside me. Slowly, so excruciatingly slowly, he pressed forward, his kisses turning deeply tender as we moved together, our bodies dancing together in a perfect partnership, our only shared goal of connection deliciously met in the darkness.
Excitement flowed from my body, soaking him as he pushed into me, over and over. Faster, he fucked into me, his moans turning to groans as he began to thrust harder and harder, his need quickening with his breath as he tore his mouth from mine. His lips first found my neck, then he quickly clasped his lips around my hardened nipple.
I sunk my fingers in his hair, pulling his head into my chest, my hips flying up to meet his every thrust, as I cried out in ecstasy. I clenched around his cock, the pleasure turning to a delicious, flashing pain and then turning to great waves of bliss as I dug my fingers into his back. His mouth found mine again, as he hammered into me harder and harder, his cock swelling inside me, searing me with his hot wetness.
He kissed me even deeper as he came, his moans filling my mouth as his thrusts slowed, our bodies slick, spent, satiated. He fell next to me, and we continued to hold onto each other tightly, neither of us willing to
Moaning in frustration, I arched my back. And then I felt it. Ryder. Ryde r’ s massive erection. I could hear him sleeping still, his breath steadily falling in the dark. In the few hours I had been asleep, he had only wrapped himself even tighter around me. His arms clung to me tightly, and his muscular blue-jean clad thigh was now slung over mine. He slept - deeply, peacefully. And yet, he was hard as a rock.
I could n’ t take it anymore. His gentleness. His huge fucking heart. The way he looked at me when he knew I was in pain. My heart burst with emotion, and I knew I couldn't wait any longer. I needed him. I needed that human connection, to feel like, if only for a moment, I belonged with someone. But not just anyone - him.
He was all I had.
And I wanted all of him.
I reached behind me, grabbing his hardness, gasping at the size of him. He was hot, throbbing, and now that my hand was squeezing him, he was beginning to moan in his sleep. I grinned in the dark. Gripped harder. Gentle, but firm. With intention.
His fingers tightened around my chest, finding the flesh, squeezing, his brain waking up with the rest of his body. He pressed his entire frame against me, and I rolled over, facing him, and found his lips waiting, open, ready for mine.
We melted together in a frenzy of caresses, our mouths working together to bring us closer. But it was still not close enough. I let go of his cock, my hands reaching up and fingering the edge of his cut, memorizing the feel of the leather under my fingertips, before I slid it over his chiseled shoulders, just as I had imagined so many times.
Fingers found buttons, shirts and jeans slid over our skin and pushed away, all in a fury of purposeful gestures. Skin bare, we began the dance all over again. His skin was smooth, tightly stretched over his rippling muscles, and my hands slid over every inch of him, committing every curve and crevice to memory. The need to remember every detail of this night, every detail of him, was undeniably present, a constant undercurrent of yearning that sang low and steady in my gut.
He rolled on top of me, his kisses urgent, searching, demanding. His lips pressed into mine firmly, his tongue slipping deep into me, tangling with mine sensuously. My hands flew over his velvety skin, pulling him closer to me, wrapping my legs around him tightly.
He sank into me easily, smoothly, firmly. I moaned, as he wrapped his arms around me, his mouth glued to mine, and he began to move inside me. Slowly, so excruciatingly slowly, he pressed forward, his kisses turning deeply tender as we moved together, our bodies dancing together in a perfect partnership, our only shared goal of connection deliciously met in the darkness.
Excitement flowed from my body, soaking him as he pushed into me, over and over. Faster, he fucked into me, his moans turning to groans as he began to thrust harder and harder, his need quickening with his breath as he tore his mouth from mine. His lips first found my neck, then he quickly clasped his lips around my hardened nipple.
I sunk my fingers in his hair, pulling his head into my chest, my hips flying up to meet his every thrust, as I cried out in ecstasy. I clenched around his cock, the pleasure turning to a delicious, flashing pain and then turning to great waves of bliss as I dug my fingers into his back. His mouth found mine again, as he hammered into me harder and harder, his cock swelling inside me, searing me with his hot wetness.
He kissed me even deeper as he came, his moans filling my mouth as his thrusts slowed, our bodies slick, spent, satiated. He fell next to me, and we continued to hold onto each other tightly, neither of us willing to
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