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I went to lay back down, but he reached out and grabbed me, pulling me up onto my feet and moving to sit himself down, turning me and pulling me until my back was to his front. "Like this," he told me and I felt my sex tighten and my belly flutter.
I had never been a prude or un-experimental, and while it was a position I had seen in pretty much every porn I had ever seen, it wasn't one I had ever tried before.
There was a momentary worry about my legs not being able to hold me for long while he drove me toward orgasm before I felt him reach between us and then slide all the way in.
Then, well, it was just instinct and need.
I moved against him, one arm curling up and around the back of his neck, the other pressing into his thigh to keep balance as he hit places I had never felt before, created sensations I hadn't known existed. And when my movements got erratic and sloppy the closer I got, Ryan's hands went to my hips and guided me. Then just like that, his breath in my ear, his body beneath and behind me, I came, crying out his name.
I could barely lose myself in the waves before he was up, flipping me onto my belly on the mattress, dragging my hips up with his hands, and plowing into me.
It was fast, hard, relentless, borderline brutal, the sounds of our bodies slamming together filling the air, mixing with his cursing and my moaning as one orgasm seemed to be rolling right into another. Then it did, and my cry was louder than the ones before.
"Oh, my God," I groaned as I came back down, panting hard, my entire body feeling slick, my limbs heavy and useless.
"Not done with you yet," he informed me and I realized he was still rock hard inside me.
"I can't..." I objected, shaking my head. I was pretty sure three was my limit.
"Wanna bet?" he asked, pulling halfway out of me, grabbing both of my legs and pushing me up the bed slightly, cocking my legs at an angle to one side, then slamming inside me again.
I curled my upper body to match my lower, looking up at him while he drove inside me. I decided right then and there that there was no sexier image in the world. Every muscle in his body was tensed and corded, his eyes heavy. One of his hands held my legs how he wanted them; the other reached up and squeezed my breast as his hips slammed up against me, pressing as deep as possible each time.
I was sure there was nothing more amazing than seeing a man on the brink of oblivion as he slammed inside you, wanting to bring you to climax for the fourth time before he found his own.
Then just like that, I found he won the bet.
I came, my entire body convulsing hard as he slammed almost painfully deep and came with my name on his lips.
As soon as I came back down, my eyes looked up to find him panting hard, but a smile pulled at his lips. "Told you so," he said as he slapped my ass hard then slid out of me, giving a delicious little pinch at the soreness there, a soreness I was sure I would feel all day anytime I sat down.
Somehow, I really liked the idea of that.
He moved off to the bathroom and I forced my numb, lifeless limbs to carry me across the bed where I snagged the robe we had discarded the night before, pulling it up as I sat off the side of the bed and wrapping it around me.
Ryan came back out a minute later, not naked like I had expected, but in his slacks and a black button-up that he had left open as he came toward me with a soft smile, grabbing the sides of my robe and pulling me to my feet by them.
"Don't worry, I ordered breakfast so you can get your strength back," he said, sounding very pleased with himself and his prowess. Which, well, he should.
"Food. There better be coffee with that," I added as he tucked one side of the robe under the other and pulled up the sash, effortlessly tying it.
"Wouldn't let you down," he said. "Go shower and whatnot and meet me out in the kitchen."
I had no idea that when I showered, brushed, changed into jeans and a lightweight white sweater, that when I walked out into the kitchen, he would have a bomb to drop on me.
I was one sip into my coffee when he announced that he had to leave for a while.
Which, well, was fine. He had a life. He had businesses. He had employees. It was to be expected that he would need to get back to them.
