“Fuck, Nat.”
“Feel good?” I manage to say with half his length in my mouth.
“It’ll be better when your mouth is too full to speak.”
He pushes himself deep as I try to relax my throat muscles, hoping I won’t gag. I don’t. I think I’m too turned on to worry or focus on it.
Hayride’s hand wraps around the back of my head, and he gently begins to move me, fucking my mouth.
I try to keep up with his thrusts until he stops, pulling out of my mouth with a little pop.
“Nat, I need to be inside you. I’ll come down your throat another time.”
Sounds good to me.
I’m already on my hands and knees again when he moves into position behind me. His fingers dip between my legs, and he murmurs his approval when he finds me slick and ready.
“Always so wet for me.”
I am. It’s like my body knows what will happen. How sated I’ll be.
Hayride enters me in one swift plunge. Both of us moan with the connection. He doesn’t waste time, gripping my ass in both hands as he begins to rock his hips.
It feels so good. I almost laugh when Hayride says the same thing aloud. We’re oddly connected in ways that don’t always make sense, but I’m beginning to see that it’s more than just attraction or lust.
Our movements grow more erratic. Hayride snaps his hips into my ass, again and again. I feel him swell impossibly larger as he grunts.
“Fuck.” His hand slaps my bottom. “Babe, you should see how deep you fucking take me. This pussy is so tight and wet.”
He loves dirty bedroom talk. It’s like foreplay for him. I love hearing how much he enjoys being with me and how good it feels. I want to know that he’s grounded in the moment, focused on me. On us.
“I’m getting close,” I tell him, reaching between my legs to rub my clit. It’s a bit challenging considering he’s slamming into me and then drawing me backward, using his big hands on my hips to set the pace.
When my thighs start to shake, I know I’m going to come hard. I can feel it building inside my core. With every brutal thrust, Hayride drives into me and hits that perfect spot.
I wail as my orgasm crashes over me, crying his name. “Hayden!”
He follows me after only a few more deep strokes. I feel him coming, smoothing his hand over my spine as he bucks his hips, leaving his cock buried deep. A shudder travels through his body and into mine.
“So fucking good, babe,” he murmurs.
We pant as our breath returns to normal.
His body drapes over mine as Hayride kisses my sweaty skin. When he pulls out, I can feel our combined fluids dripping out of me. I roll over, nearly boneless.
I don’t have a single thought in my head.
Hayride tugs me against his body, rolling us to the side before he settles my back against his chest. He holds me to him, staying by my side. He’s a snuggler. I don’t know if that’s a thing for him or if he’s only doing it with me.
I don’t need to know. It’s perfect, and I love it.
When my eyes flutter, I hear his voice in my ear. “My Nat.”
There’s not a single thing in this world I’d love to hear more than those two words right now.
HAYRIDE PULLS TO Astop outside the hospital. He shuts off the engine and stands, pulling me up with him. His lips meet mine in a soft, unhurried kiss.
We spent most of the morning in bed before taking a shower together. Then we grabbed breakfast before heading to Willow Wood Falls. It’s a beautiful morning. The sun is bright, with only a few clouds, and the changing leaves blow in the crisp autumn breeze.
