Chapter 11
CHAPTER 11
Devyn
What is happening to me? Sure, so far we haven’t done anything I haven’t done before, but this is different. With Rye, I feel completely out of control. All I am is want. Need. I should be totally weirded out that Riley and I are naked together but instead, I simply can’t get enough of him. I want to touch every inch of his nakedness, and I want him to do the same to me.
I stroke his hard length again. “So hurry up and get inside of me.”
His eyes widen at my brazen command. “You’re not ready yet.”
I roll my eyes as he begins circling my clit with the pad of his thumb. “Rye, please. I’m so, so ready.”
He dips a finger toward my entrance, spreading my wetness around. “Okay, maybe you are. But you need to tell me if it hurts too much…or if I’m coming on too strong. Okay? ”
I rise up on my elbows. “I promise.”
He pulls back and starts digging through his discarded jeans. Right before I ask him what he’s doing, he produces a square foil packet and rips it open with his teeth. He removes his boxers and starts stroking himself. God, that’s hot.
I grab his wrist. “Can I put it on?”
“You’re killing me.” He takes a deep breath and nods while handing it to me.
I take the condom out of the wrapper and frown. “How do I—is there some sort of trick to this?”
He laughs and guides my hand toward his body. “It’s easy. Just pinch the tip and roll it down as far as it will go.”
I close my fingers on the reservoir and position the condom over the head of his beautiful erection. I know that’s a strange word to use when describing a penis, but his really should be painted on a canvas or something. Riley jerks as I roll it down his shaft until I reach the base. I slide my hand over his length to ensure that it’s on correctly, fascinated by each ridge and vein beneath my palm. He’s so thick, I can’t fully close my hand around him which makes me a little nervous.
I stroke him once more for good measure. “Did I do it right?”
He groans and tilts his head back. “It’s fucking perfect.”
I give him a wry smile. “I was talking about the condom, Riley. ”
He looks down and briefly inspects my work. “That’s good too.”
I bite my lip. “So, we’re good to go?”
His dimples are in full effect. “We are so good to go.”
Riley hooks his arms behind me and moves us toward the center of the bed. He starts kissing my neck again moving downward.
“Rye, what are you doing?”
He grabs a rose petal. “Shh, stop thinking so much.”
He drags the velvety soft petal over my collarbone from left to right, slowly making his way over to my breast. I gasp when he circles my nipple then closes his mouth over the peak. He moves the petal lower while his mouth never leaves my breast. I’m so lost in the moment I startle when he brushes his thumb over my sensitive bud.
He lifts his head, fusing our mouths together while his thumb continues to circle that same spot over and over. I writhe beneath him as he works my body into a frenzy. Everything he’s doing is so wonderful but I need…more. I’m aching to be filled by him.
“Riley, please!”
“Shh, baby. I’ll take care of you.” I feel him lining up against my entrance. He looks up to meet my eyes and says, “Are you ready?”
I nod. “Please, Rye. I need more.”
He smiles and takes my face into his hands. I’m so slick, he pushes in slightly with little effort, but halts when I stiffen from the pressure. “ You okay?”
I look him in the eyes and nod. “Yeah, I’m just nervous.”
He kisses the corners of my mouth and moves his hand lower. He traces circles over my nub as he whispers soothing words to help me relax. “It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you. This is perfectly natural. It’s just you and me here. Do you trust me?”
I moan as he continues rubbing. “You know I do.”
“I’m going to push in all the way now. Okay?”
I can see the veins protruding on his forehead from the control he’s exerting. “Okay.”
He tucks his head into the crook of my neck as he slowly inches himself forward. It burns, but it’s not unbearable. I’ve used a vibrator before, but it didn’t fill me nearly as much as Riley does. There’s a pinch right as he seats himself to the hilt which makes me wince a little.
He pauses. “You okay?”
I take a deep breath. “Uh-huh.”
He lifts his head and looks down to where our bodies are joined. He guides my hand lower until I can feel the spot where we connect. “Do you feel that? We’re in this together. Do you feel how wet you are? Your body wants this, baby. You need to stop thinking so hard and just feel .” He pulls back slightly and pushes forward again. “Look how easy that was. It’s like your body was fucking made for me. God, you feel so fucking good, Devyn.”
He moves in and out a little further. The pressure isn’t so bad this time. Riley palms my breast and kneads as he trails kisses down my neck. I arch my back when he pinches my nipple. It’s like there’s a direct line to what’s happening down below. The burning sensation lets up as he continues to thrust slowly. I feel incredibly full, but the combination of what he’s doing above and below the waistline is a heady thing. My hand is still trapped between our bodies, so each time he slides in and out, he brushes the tips of my fingers. The eroticism of it pushes me over the precipice of discomfort straight into pleasure.
He lifts his head. “How you doing, baby? Are you okay?”
I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling him closer. “I’m so good, Rye.”
Riley
I swear to god, her body feels like it was molded just for mine. No pussy has ever felt as good as Devyn’s does. She’s so tight and so fucking responsive. Her body sings with every kiss, touch, and stroke that I deliver. After the first few thrusts, she became even slicker. My dick slides in and out of her with ease as I work her body over with everything that I’ve got.
“Riley,” she pants, “go faster. Please go faster.”
Mother fuck. If I go any faster, I’m going to turn into a two-pump chump. “No, baby. We need to take this one nice and slow.”
She claws my back and digs her heels into my ass. “Riley! Please! I need it harder!”
Ah, hell. Who am I to deny this woman ?
I angle myself a little better, pulling her legs higher on my hips. Then I hunker down and give the lady what she wants. I progressively move faster and harder until we’re both dripping with sweat and gasping for air. Devyn meets me thrust for thrust, clawing my back, screaming for more the entire time. This woman is a wildcat. I would’ve never, ever expected such a reaction from her. It’s the hottest fucking experience of my existence.
When I feel myself about to blow, I move my hand lower. I’m determined to make her come at least once more before I do. I coat my fingers in her juices and circle that little bundle of nerves repeatedly, bringing her to the edge.
“Riley, I’m going to come!” Her pussy pulses as she screams through her orgasm.
“Oh fuck, Devyn!” I follow right behind her as her body clenches me tighter than I ever thought possible.
“Oof!” she says as I collapse on top of her with dead weight.
I grab the condom and pull out slowly, rolling to the side. “Sorry, you just milked every ounce of energy I had.”
She laughs and continues breathing heavily. “Ditto.”
I grab a tissue from the nightstand, wrap the condom inside, and toss it in the trash closest to the bed. I face her and take a moment to soak her in. She’s lying on her back with her eyes closed, an arm hooked over her head. Her skin is flushed and slicked with sweat, her hair is a mess, and her eye makeup is smudged, but she’s never been hotter. Devyn must sense me staring because she opens her eyes and smiles directly at me. I half expected her to cover herself, but she continues to lie in the same position with no inhibitions whatsoever. This woman never ceases to amaze me.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
She rolls toward me and tucks her hands under her chin. “Rye, that was…God, there are no words. Thank you.”
I tuck a loose hair behind her ear and smile. “No, thank you . For trusting me. For giving me something so special. Sex has never been like that for me.”
She crinkles her brow. “What do you mean?”
I think for a minute. “It’s like you said…there are no words. But if I had to try, I’d say I’ve never felt so in tune with someone before. Maybe it’s because we know each other so well…I don’t know. All I do know is that it was fucking amazing.”
Her eyes light up. “Really?”
“Really,” I assure her. I climb out of bed and extend my hand. “Come with me.”
She looks confused. “Um…I’m not really dressed to go anywhere.”
I laugh as I pull her off the mattress and lead her into the bathroom. She watches silently while I run the water in the large soaker tub.
I look over my shoulder and say, “The warm water should help with any soreness.”
She grins. “You really did think of everything, didn’t you? ”
I guide her into the tub and settle in behind her. Pulling her back into my chest I say, “The Boy Scouts taught me to be prepared for anything.”
She chuckles. “Well kudos to them for that.”
We soak in the tub for a while, perfectly content not saying a word. I start rubbing her shoulders and finally break the silence. “So, did the second orgasm top the first?”
“Hmm…I don’t know. I think it was too close to call. Maybe I need another one to decide.”
“Oh yeah?” My hands move lower, caressing her. “Do you think you’re up for that?”
She gasps. “Well, maybe not the actual sex. At least not for a bit. But I’m open to other stuff.”
I smile against her hair and start rubbing her shoulders again. “Anything specific on your mind?”
She moans and wiggles her ass against my dick. “Mmm, keep doing that and I’ll do anything you want.”
I’m instantly rock hard and ready to go. “Fuck, Dev. You’re not making this easy on me. I’m trying to be a gentleman here. When you say shit like that, gentle is the last thing on my mind.”
She turns around and straddles my lap in all her wet naked glory. “Maybe I don’t want to be handled like glass. I’m tougher than I look, you know.”
Our eyes meet. She’s hiding something in those hypnotizing hazel eyes. I recall the words permanently etched into her skin.
“What’s with the tattoo? ”
Her eyes widen. “Oh, it’s just something someone said to me once. It stuck with me.”
I narrow my eyes. “I’m going to go ahead and call bullshit on that.”
Her eyes follow my hand as I trace the letters with my index finger. “What? Why?”
“Because you don’t do anything without a purpose. These words? They mean something to you. Something big.”
She sighs. “My mom said them. Before she died, she wrote letters to me for every big occasion in my life. The day I got my first period, the day I went on my first date, the day I become a mom…stuff like that. She wanted to be there for me…in spirit anyway. I think she knew deep down my dad would never remarry. She wanted me to have a female perspective for the important stuff.”
I tuck a wet strand behind her ear. “Which occasion were these words from?”
“Eighteenth birthday. I read the letter and went straight to a tattoo shop. It’s the only truly impulsive thing I’ve done in my entire life.”
I run my hands over her rib cage. “You should try being impulsive more often. You never know what could happen.”
She smiles and unplugs the drain. Stepping out of the tub, she says, “Why don’t we go work on that together?”