“Fuck, Finn, FUUUUUCK,” Ryder roared and slammed all the way inside me.
We were still for the first time since he entered me. And I felt it. He dragged his eyes closed, while his mouth did the opposite. But I felt his cock twitch and throb, and a boiling heat spread in my gut.
Before I could comprehend what was happening, digest it in any meaningful way, Ryder grabbed my cock, but didn’t get the chance to stroke it.
“FUCK!” I remember hearing myself shout before feeling the warmth of my semen land on my stomach.
Then, nothing. Blackness. The glow of the sun, exploding into the void, its light so bright that there was nothing else. Inside and out. Pleasure so intense it overloaded, then reset melike a goddamn phone. It was the best physical sensation I’d ever experienced.
The best thing, period, was waking up seconds later, with Ryder’s weight on top of me, and his cock still inside. We were both sweaty and huffing. I was beat. Done. Exhausted. But I couldn’t resist running my fingers through his damp hair. I might have died there with his cock inside me, and he had brought me back to life. I wanted to touch and feel him, all of him, all over me, until the actual sun exploded.
Ryder lifted his head and kissed me. It was gentle and sweet. Our tongues met, but hugged rather than wrestled.
“Holy fucking…” He looked at me. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had. I’m not kidding.”
“Me too.” My voice strained. “No fucking joke.”
He laughed, and then so did I. He kissed me, and I kissed him back. When he sat up, I missed his heat and his weight. When he removed himself from inside, I missed that the most.
Once he was out, I whimpered. He smiled and said, “Don’t move.” I didn’t.
He was back in less than a minute, with a towel and a bottle of water. I downed the water while Ryder wiped the cum off my stomach, then kissed my whole body. He crawled behind me and wrapped me in his arms. I wasn't sure what was better, the physical aspect of getting fucked, the knowledge that his sperm was inside me, or being so cared for after, like I was a precious thing that needed to be tended to with reverence.
I sighed and melted into him. I’d never felt that content in my life. I’d have given my right arm to feel it again, and often.
“How’re you doing?” His voice was close to a whisper.
“Good. Great. Fantastic.”
“Sore?”
“Maybe a little. But a good sore, you know?”
He chuckled. “I do, yeah. Just be mindful, it’ll still be sore down there when you sitfor a few days.”
I snorted. “Noted.”
He squeezed me tighter. His lips played on the nape of my neck, his breath hot on my cooling skin.
After a few moments, he asked, “No, really, you okay?”
“Yeah, man. That was fantastic. I’m glad we did it. I’m glad it was you.”
“Me too.” He clutched ever tighter.
“Why?”
He hesitated. “I just want to make sure you’re not regretting it post-nut.”
“Nope. Not at all. Not even a little.”
“Good. You took a long time to answer before, and I thought for sure I was a giant POS for even asking. ‘Cause even if this—” he patted my butt, “—wanted it, this might not be ready,” he tapped my head. “But if you’re good, I’m great.”
Fuck. I had hoped it only felt too long in my head.
“Nope. Was just a lot to take in, is all.”
Ryder stiffened a fraction behind me. “Yeah? Like how?”
