Chapter 28
Elara
A s our kiss deepens, Ryder leans forward so that I am on the bed with my legs still wrapped around him as he plants kisses along my jaw. I move my head to the side to give him access and he happily accepts, now kissing and sucking on my neck. I use my legs to pull him closer, feeling his erection through his sweatpants and my shorts, and my panties are already soaked. He takes my hands from around his neck, pinning them above my head. “I’m the luckiest man alive.” Ryder mutters between nipping at my neck. “Why’s that?” I breathe out.
“Because I get to call you mine,” He replies, letting go of my hands and drifting lower down my body. He stands up and removes my legs from around his waist, lifting them in the air. He lays kisses on my ankles, going up my leg, and stopping when he reaches to the bottom of my shorts. He gently bites the inside of my thigh, leaving faint teeth marks. I feel bad that he always makes my pleasure a priority, but not his.
"Ry, I want to make you feel good." I whine. Ryder looks up from between my legs, smiling. "You make me feel good in every way just by being with me." I make a grabby hand motion and he comes back up so our faces are inches apart. I pull him in for a kiss while he runs his hands along the sides of my thighs. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you; of us.” I mumble against his mouth. “Same here, princess.” He says.
“Let me make you feel good. Please?” I say, batting my eyelashes. He rolls over onto his back with me on top. I’m straddling him, moving in circles over his crotch, and I move backwards until I’m in between his legs. I adjust my position so I’m sitting on my knees, leaning forward. I pull his sweats off, leaving him in his briefs, and I palm him through the fabric, earning a groan. I then pull the briefs down and his dick pops up, free from the restraint of clothing. His tip is already leaking pre-cum as small drops flow down the side of his shaft. I take him in my hand, going up and down.
Lowering my head, I lick up from his base before taking him in my mouth. I bob my head a few times before bringing my hand back into the mix. Ryder is moaning and grunting while pushing his head back onto the pillow. “Fucking hell, El.” He says with a low growl. I release him from my mouth and continue using my hand. “You like this, Ry?” I ask, staring up at him.
“Do you really need to ask that, baby?” I shrug my shoulders, smirking and going back down. I hollow my cheeks and moan against him, earning a louder one in return. I can tell he’s getting close, but he’s trying not to finish.
After another minute, he can’t hold on any longer and he releases in the back of my throat as some sort of animalistic groan escapes his lips. When I take my mouth off him, a string of spit connects us.
He’s still breathing heavily as I make my way up to his face, kissing him. “Is there anything you can’t do?” He asks, catching his breath and I tap my chin with my finger, mimicking thinking. “Nope.” I reply with a smile. He runs his hand through my hair, gently pulling. He breaks the kiss after a moment and gets off the bed.
“Lay on your back and scoot to the edge of the bed.” He instructs, walking to the other end of the bed. I do as I’m told and as soon as I’m where he wants me, he grabs my legs and rests them against his chest so my feet are right below his ears. He takes himself in his hand, moving his dick through my folds and spreading my arousal. He pushes inside me, bottoming out.
Taking him at this new angle only makes me cry out more and louder . He thrusts slowly a few times before coming out almost all the way and slamming back into me. I whine in pleasure as he moves faster. He puts one hand around my throat while rubbing my clit with the other. He applies just the right amount of pressure on my bundle of nerves to tip me over the edge.
My whole body shakes as my orgasm ripples through me and I feel like I’m on cloud nine. Ryder leans forward, still inside me, and kisses my lips. “That’s one, princess.” He whispers against my mouth. I’m confused for a second before I remember what he said about keeping a record in his mind of the number of times he makes me finish. I kind of thought he was joking. We’ve had a fair amount of sex over the past week, so I had honestly forgotten he’d said that.
He pulls out of me before flipping me on my stomach abruptly. I turn my head to the side to see him as he gets on the bed, kneeling over me with my legs between his. Ryder bends over me, putting his weight on his hands as he kisses my back up to my shoulders, and grabs a pillow before sitting on his knees again.
Using both his hands to knead my ass, he gives a sharp smack before pulling me back towards him by my hips and puts the pillow underneath me. He leans over my back again as he inserts himself back inside my pussy. Considering the insane orgasm he just gave me, I’m still a little sensitive, and I know I’m not far from my second one. He slides his hands under my chest, grabbing my breasts and squeezing them as he sucks the skin on my shoulder. Sure enough, the knot in my stomach is building again and I’m gripping the sheets like my life depends on it. “Fuck, Ry. Don’t stop.” I hiss. He lightly bites on my shoulder. “Wouldn’t dream of it, princess.” He says, his voice deep.
Ryder is picking up his pace as I clench around him. “You close, princess? Come for me, El.” He says, egging me on. Not a minute later and I’m unraveling around him for the second time tonight, damn near screaming his name, and he’s right behind me. With a grumble, he collapses on my back, releasing himself inside me as his thrusts get sloppier.
“Such a good girl for me, baby.” He says before adding, “You’re such a mess. How about I clean you up?” My body is almost numb at this point, so I don’t even process what he says until I feel two fingers pressing inside me. I don’t know how much more I can take, but damn, I don’t want to stop. I don’t want him to stop.
“Fuck, Ryder!” I shout, squirming. He pushes a third finger inside me, gently scissoring them, stretching me. He curls his fingers at just the right angle, making goosebumps rise all over my body. Why do I feel like I’m going to pee? He fucks his fingers faster into me and suddenly, I feel like I’m actually peeing and having an orgasm at the same time. It’s fucking euphoric. “That’s new…Baby, did you just squirt?” Ryder asks, removing his fingers as I come down from my high. “Did I? I’ve never done that before.” I reply, rolling over. “Th at felt amazing.” I add. Ryder looks at me with dark, lustful eyes. “That was hot, baby.” He says, smirking.
I prop myself up on my elbows, staring back at him through hooded lashes. “I want to do it again.” Ryder doesn’t hesitate before he lifts my legs, putting them over his shoulders as he lies on his stomach. Putting a hand on my lower stomach, he laps at my folds with his tongue.
My moaning spurs him on, and he slips a finger back inside my pussy as he lightly sucks on my clit. “Ry- Ahhh!” I wail. “More. Ryder, please.” I plead. He inserts two more fingers inside me and starts to go faster, working the same angle he did before. That feeling coils in my lower stomach again, signaling my evident explosion. “Eyes on me, El. I want you to see what I do to you,” Ryder says.
I lift my head, making eye contact with him. The friction he is creating is almost carnal in nature. I know how badly we both want this. “Tell me you’re mine, Elara.” Ryder says, huskily. “I- I’m yours, Ryder. All yours.” I gasp. Ryder smirks at my response. “Good girl.”
The feeling in my bladder blossoms and I release again, my fluid gushing all over his abs as my fourth orgasm tears through me. He continues fingering me as fireworks shoot off throughout my body. I’m whimpering and moaning at the sensation as my entire body trembles and pulses .
Once I come down, Ryder plops down next to me on the bed, pulling me against him. I’m breathing heavily still as I rest my head on his chest. “That was amazing.” I pant out. Ryder lifts my chin, and kisses my lips, then my forehead. “You did so good, baby.” He grabs a bottle of water off the nightstand, handing it to me before getting up to get me a warm towel. This man is the definition of aftercare, I swear to god. He gets back into bed with me, pulling the covers over us, and I snuggle up against him. It’s not long before we drift off to sleep.