14. Ryker
Ryker
I wake sometime past two with her warm against me and the fire burned down to low embers.
Zoe’s tucked into my side, one leg thrown over mine, her cheek pressed to my chest. Her breathing is deep and even. The covers are a tangled mess around us. Outside the storm is gone.
I should let her sleep. Tomorrow’s going to be hard enough without me waking her in the middle of the night. But her skin is soft under my hand where it rests on her bare hip and the smell of her is in every breath I take and my body is already responding to the simple fact of her being this close.
I shift carefully, pulling her tighter against me. My arm slides around her waist and my palm settles low on her stomach. She makes a small sound in her sleep and presses back into me, her ass fitting against my hips in a way that makes my cock twitch.
Her breathing changes. She wakes slowly, the way she always does, body first and then mind. I feel the moment she realizes where she is and who she's pressed against.
"Ryker?" Her voice is rough with sleep.
"Yeah. Go back to sleep if you want. I didn't mean to wake you."
She turns in my arms until she's facing me. In the low firelight her eyes are dark and soft. She reaches up and traces the line of my jaw with her fingertips.
"I don't want to go back to sleep, Daddy," she whispers.
The way she says ‘Daddy.’ That's all it takes.
I kiss her with no urgency. Just the quiet middle-of-the-night need to be closer. Her mouth opens under mine and she sighs into the kiss, her hand sliding up into my hair. I roll her onto her back and settle between her thighs.
"You sore?" I ask against her lips.
"A little. Not enough to stop."
"Good. Because I need you again." I kiss the corner of her mouth, then her jaw, then the soft place below her ear. "Need to feel you bare. Without the condom. I’m clean. Promise. When was your last period?"
“Not sure. I haven’t had one in so long.”
I don’t want to risk it, but at the same time part of me would love to see her belly swollen with my child. My mind wars with the idea until the need for her takes over. “I need to be inside you. I need to feel your skin against mine.
She shivers when I say it. Her hands slide down my back, pulling me closer. “Do it. Make me feel good, Daddy.”
I work my way down her body with my mouth, unhurried. The hollow of her throat. The slope of her breast. I take my time there, licking and sucking until her nipple is tight against my tongue and she's arching up into me.
"That's it," I murmur against her skin. "Just like that. Let me make you feel good."
I keep going lower, kissing the soft skin of her stomach, the inside of her thighs.
When I finally put my mouth on her she's already wet and warm and she gasps my name like it surprises her.
I lick her slow and thorough, taking my time learning what makes her thighs tremble and what makes her fingers tighten in my hair.
"Ryker—oh God—"
"You’re okay. I’m here." I slide two fingers into her carefully, curling them. "Just relax and let me take care of you. You taste so good, baby. Could stay right here all night."
She comes quieter this time, a long rolling wave that makes her whole body tighten and then melt. I work her through it gently until she's soft and breathing hard, then crawl back up her body and kiss her so she can taste herself on my mouth.
"Still okay?" I ask.
"Yes. I want you inside me."
I settle between her legs again. This time I push in even slower, watching her face the whole way. Her eyes stay on mine. When I'm fully seated I stay still for a long moment, just feeling her around me, warm and tight and perfect.
"You feel incredible," I tell her, voice low. "Like you were made to fit me."
I thrust in long, deep strokes. No rush. Just the steady roll of my hips and the quiet sounds she makes every time I bottom out. Her hands roam my back, my shoulders, the back of my neck. I keep most of my weight on my forearms so I can look at her properly.
"You're so beautiful like this," I say against her mouth. "All soft and open for me. Taking me so deep. I love the way you look at me when I'm inside you."
She makes a small broken sound and wraps her legs higher around my waist, changing the angle. I sink deeper and we both groan.
"There," she whispers. "Right there."
"I know. I can feel it." I keep the same slow rhythm, grinding against that spot on every stroke. "You going to come for me again? Want to feel you squeeze me while I'm this deep."
Her breathing turns ragged. I slide one hand between us and find her clit with my thumb, rubbing in slow circles that match the pace of my hips.
"That's it, baby. Milk Daddy’s cock."
She breaks with a soft cry, her whole body clamping down around me. The feel of her coming pulls me under with her. I bury my face in her neck and come hard, deep, my hips stuttering as the pleasure rolls through me in long waves.
We stay locked together afterward, breathing the same air, her heart racing against my chest. I kiss the side of her neck, then her temple, then the corner of her mouth.
"You all right?"
"More than all right." Her voice is soft and a little wrecked. "That was..."
"Yeah… it was."
I carefully pull out, and then I grab a clean washcloth from the bathroom. I warm it under the tap and come back to the bed. She watches me with half-lidded eyes while I gently clean between her thighs. When I'm done I toss the cloth toward the bathroom door and climb back under the blankets.
She immediately curls into me, head on my chest, one leg draped over mine again. I pull the covers up around us and settle my arm around her waist.
"That chair really is terrible," I murmur into her hair.
She huffs a quiet laugh against my skin. "Told you."
I press a kiss to the top of her head, and we both fall asleep together.