Chapter 7
7
SUMMER
H e was touching himself.
Yes, I peeked. I felt him moving around and heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper lowering. When I dared to look over, his eyes were closed and his hand was on his cock. He was stroking, just as he’d done last night.
When I closed my eyes, that was the image that filled my mind—Ryder touching himself, his fist moving faster and faster. I pictured him next to me, stroking himself until white-hot liquid came streaming out, all while imagining me naked on top of him.
“Oh,” I said, surprising myself with the huskiness of my voice. “Oh my…”
Those were the words that left my lips as a feeling took over my body. Sheer ecstasy. My pussy clenched, contracting and expanding over and over as my breaths came faster, my chest rising and falling. I didn’t want the feeling to leave me. I’d crave more of this as soon as it was over.
Oh, yeah. This was what sex was all about.
Gradually, I came down, my eyes staying closed. After a few seconds of that, I remembered what he was doing next to me and listened for signs he was still stroking. I heard nothing.
Curiosity finally got the better of me. I opened one eye, then the other, looking over at him. My gaze landed on his very thick, very erect cock. I sat, frozen, staring at it.
“You aren’t…” I stopped, not sure how to finish that sentence. “I thought you were doing this too.”
He shook his head and opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Then he closed it again. What was he going to say? I had to know.
“I wanted to wait for you,” he said after a long pause. “I want to come inside you.”
Those words shocked me. I seriously hadn’t planned on losing my virginity tonight. Of course, someone could say “all evidence to the contrary.” My hand was still inside my underwear, after all. But I thought about it for a second, and yes, there was nothing I wanted more.
I was ready. I wanted him to be my first time, and I wanted my first time to be right here. Out in the wilderness.
“We could go back to your place, maybe,” he said. “I’d invite you to mine, but it’s not exactly the most romantic setting, with all the clothes on the floor and dishes in the sink.”
I smiled. He was worried about what I’d think about his home. That was a sign he was feeling the same attraction I was.
I wasn’t a neat freak, but I kept my place pretty clean. He could very easily come back to it. We could climb into my bed and make this a romantic first time. I might even light some candles and play some romantic music on the speaker next to my bed.
But no. I didn’t want that. Anybody could have that type of first time. This was unique. Exciting. Adventurous. It would be the first night of the rest of our lives together. It was crazy, but true.
I was already thinking that way about him, and I wasn’t scared, like I thought I would be. I had a feeling this guy would take care of my heart. This guy would not hurt me.
“I want to do it here,” I said. “Tonight. With you.”
When I looked over at Ryder, he was frowning, and that bothered me more than anything. He didn’t agree. Maybe he didn’t want to do anything at all. Oh crap. Had I totally misjudged the situation?
“It’s not the most comfortable place in the world to, you know…”
I shook my head. “I don’t care. Take off that shirt.”
His eyebrows rose slightly. It was barely noticeable, but I saw it. I also saw a smile teasing the corners of his mouth.
“You want my shirt off, huh? Okay, it’s a deal. But first, you have to take off your bra.”
That I could do. I reached behind me, put my hands on the clasp, and froze. This would be the first time a man had seen my breasts. I should be more nervous about it. Instead, I was tingling with anticipation.
I shoved the hooks through the eyes, then shimmied the straps down my arms and set my bra on top of my shirt. When I turned back to him, he was shirtless, and his eyes went straight to my now-naked chest.
The hunger in his stare told me he liked what he saw. That gave me the confidence I needed to reach over and wrap my hand around his cock.
“Is this how I do it?” I asked as I started moving.
I was imitating what I’d seen him do last night. The problem was, I had to use my left hand, and I was right-handed. So even if I knew what I was doing, I’d be sloppy at this.
“Oh God, yes,” he said. I took that as a good sign. “Fuck, don’t stop. Wait, fuck, you have to stop.”
My movements stalled. “What’s wrong?”
“I want to come inside you. If you keep doing that, I won’t make it.”
I knew what would happen if I kept doing this. I’d personally seen it last night. But I didn’t want to stop. That was the weird part. Who knew I’d enjoy doing something like this?
“Get over here,” he said. “I’m going to make you come again.”
“It’s your turn.”
But even as I said the words, I was doing exactly as he’d commanded. I climbed on top of him, swinging my right leg over until I was straddling him.
The rock dug into my knees, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was the man looking at me like he wanted me. Like he’d never wanted anything as much as he wanted me right now.
He sat up, sliding his hand around the back of my neck and pulling me toward him. Our mouths met hungrily, tongues tangling, as the passion that had been building all day came to a head.
As we kissed, his other hand moved up my thighs, over my hips, and toward my waist. There was something almost reverent about his touch. Like he was admiring a priceless work of art. Maybe a statue in a museum.
I felt his hands slide under the waistband of my underwear and knew I’d messed up. I should have taken these off before I climbed on top of him. He’d figure out what to do, though. Maybe he’d even rip them off me.
When he bunched the fabric in his fist, I was sure he was going to do exactly that. Instead, he slid them downward, to my thighs. His underwear still sat at his thighs, so that made sense.
He didn’t let up on his kiss whatsoever, but as he kissed me, he moved his hand between my thighs, sliding a finger inside me. After he’d tested my wetness, he moved to my still-swollen bud, flicking over it quickly and much more expertly than I’d done. It was probably that very expertise that had me already heating up again.
Suddenly, he broke the kiss, and I looked down at him, my eyes heavy-lidded, my lips no doubt swollen from our kisses. I already missed having his mouth on mine, but when his gaze lowered to my chest, I knew exactly what he planned on doing.
He ducked his head and took my right nipple in his mouth, running his tongue around it, then sliding around my areola. Even though he wasn’t inside me, my hips were gyrating on their own. I didn’t care. I’d shoved aside every bit of self-consciousness where he was concerned.
“Don’t stop,” I whispered. “That feels so good.”
He probably wondered which part of it I didn’t want him to stop. If he asked, the answer to that would be “any of it.” Keep touching me, keep licking my nipples…just keep doing it all.
“Oh yes. Oh yes. Oh yes.”
The words seemed to be coming from someone else. I knew that I was the one speaking them, but I wasn’t really in control of my voice. Or anything else, for that matter.
I gripped his shoulders as the second orgasm of my life raced through me, taking over my body and feeding my new addiction. An addiction to Ryder.
“Oh God,” I said one last time.
As the waves began subsiding, I lowered my head, closing my eyes and letting my hair drop around my face. He reached up and brushed some strands over my shoulder, drawing my attention back to him.
“I have to take these off,” I said, awkwardly sliding my leg out of one side of the underwear.
I started to deal with the other, then decided they could stay looped around my thigh. It wouldn’t matter. All that mattered was getting him inside me as soon as possible.
“Don’t be too ambitious,” he said. “It’s probably going to hurt.”
“It’s definitely going to hurt. But I’m prepared. I’ll someday go through childbirth. This will be easy compared to that, right?”
I was smiling as I said it, but his expression wiped the smile right off my face. Something I couldn’t quite identify flashed in his eyes. Whatever it was, it didn’t last long.
He suddenly gave a nod, grabbing his erection and positioning it at my entrance. “You’re in control,” he said. “Go as slowly as you need to.”
Everything else was forgotten as I focused all my efforts on getting him inside me. It wasn’t easy. I was tight, and he was huge. I figured it would only get worse, but this was painful enough.
We’d barely started when I felt myself approaching that feeling I’d had minutes ago. I gritted my teeth and kept moving, doing my best to ignore the sharp pain shooting through me. Just when I was thinking there was no way this would ever get easier, I felt his finger move to my clit.
My eyes popped open, and I looked down at him. Heat still filled his stare, but it was tempered by a warmth in his expression that went straight to my heart.
That wasn’t lust. It was adoration. Nobody had ever looked at me like that, and I knew nobody ever would again. This was the real thing.
His hands were on my hips now, but he didn’t guide me. Instead, he mostly seemed to try to steady me—to give me the support I needed while I worked him deeper and deeper inside me.
Finally, my eyes drifted closed. I focused on the pleasure, trying to shut out the pain, and before I knew it, it was actually starting to feel good. There was still pain, but it was much easier to ignore it in favor of the warmth shooting through my body. It wasn’t just his touch. It was the way he looked at me, and the knowledge that I was naked on top of him, out in the open for all the world to see.
I threw my head back. “Ahh…”
There was something freeing about letting myself go out here. Just opening up to Ryder and showing him a side of me nobody had ever seen. It was a side of me even I’d never seen.
“I’m going to come,” I whispered.
And as my mind processed the fact that I’d said the C-word out loud, I let out a series of sighs. My walls clenched his rigid shaft, squeezing him as I gripped his shoulders even tighter, riding my orgasm all the way to the end.
Only as my body gradually returned to normal did I feel the pain once again. And it hit me. I was no longer a virgin. I was now a woman. Ryder’s woman. And the thought made me happier than I’d ever been.