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“Fuck, Lay. I need you to tell me what you want,” Rhys begs, his breath hot against my neck. “Tell me what you want, baby. I will only go as far as you verbalize you are comfortable with.”
“I want you to make love to me, Rhys. I want you to kiss every inch of me, make me scream your name. I want you to show me what it feels like to be with someone you love,” I whisper the last word, the confession falling from my lips far easier than I expected. “I love you, Rhys Larsen. Make love to me. Now.”
Rhys smiles, awe shining in his eyes. “With pleasure.”
His hands slide under my shirt, inching it up and exposing my flushed skin to the cool air of the cabin. Putting my arms above my head to help with the ease of taking off my shirt, I gasp at the feeling of his hot, moist mouth against my bare skin. My shirt is tossed to the side, quickly followed by his own before he dives back into tasting every inch of exposed skin.
Rhys’ hands trail along my sides, grazing the sensitive skin on my ribs and gliding down to the top of my sleep shorts. They move to my spine, slowly tracing it upward, causing me to arch my back and placing my breasts right in line with his mouth. Rhys takes full advantage, kissing just above my nipple then pulling it into his mouth.
“Oh god,” I moan, tangling my hand in his hair and pulling it gently.
Rhys moves between my breasts, flicking the nipple with his tongue and sucking it into his mouth. His hands move to my shorts again, this time moving beneath them to knead my ass. Using my grip in his hair, I pull him back up to my lips, the sensations on my breasts getting to be too much. His tongue invades my mouth, dancing with my own as if they were old lovers so in-tune with one another.
My hands move to the counter top so I can lift myself up, inviting Rhys to fully take off my bottoms as well. I want nothing left between the two of us, just his body on mine and the love between us. Rhys takes the invitation eagerly, sliding the shorts down my legs and dropping them on the floor.
“Your jeans as well,” I pant, my body strung tight with how turned on I am.
“After I taste you,” Rhys answers, lust and love all over his face as he spreads my legs open for him. “I’ve been dreaming about making you scream as you cum on my face, and I can’t wait any longer.”
With that he drops to his knees, the counter just high enough to line up his face exactly where I desperately need it. Rhys moves his hands slowly up my legs, starting at my ankles and ending at my hips. He pulls me forward so my ass is just barely left on the edge of the counter and hums in his throat, taking in my almost dripping wet pussy.
“Fucking beautiful,” he whispers in reverence. Moving his face in between my thighs, he slowly licks me from entrance to clit. “You taste even better than I imagined.”
Watching him start eating me out in earnest is too much for me, causing my head to fall back and my eyes to close. My breath is caught in my throat, each stroke of his tongue against my clit has me shaking, the feeling so good I want to cry. When he pulls my clit into his mouth at the same time he inserts a finger inside of me, I swear I see the entrance to heaven.
“Yes, Rhys. Fuck yes,” I moan breathlessly, my hips grinding my pussy into his face, chasing the orgasm building in me.
Rhys inserts another finger, thrusting in tandem with the motion of my hips and keeps the same pressure on my bundle of nerves with his scorching hot mouth. Hooking his fingers in a come hither motion inside of me, he hits that special spot just inside me, bringing me higher and higher until I finally hit my release.
“RHYS,” I scream, his name barely intelligible as my orgasm hits me hard. My toes curl, my limbs locked in sweet, painful ecstasy.
Rhys pulls back, catching me as I become a puddle of post-orgasmic bliss. His lips are wet with my release, his short beard messy from completely destroying me with his mouth. Tilting my head back, I grasp the back of his neck and kiss him hard, tasting myself on his tongue. Moving to his pants, I undo the button and tear down the zipper. While his mouth was mind-blowing, I need more.
Rhys grabs my hand, stopping me just shy of grabbing his cock out of his underwear. “Bedroom first. I want to make love to you in bed for the first time, not on the kitchen counter.”
Fair enough, he has a point. I’m not sure I could hold myself up on the hard counter anymore anyway. Nodding, I circle my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, kissing his neck softly as he carries me to the bedroom he’s been staying in.
Rhys kicks the door closed behind us, laying me down tenderly on the bed. He brushes the hair from my face, gazing down at me like he can’t quite believe I’m real. Tracing my hands up his chest, I feel the softness of his skin and the light dusting of hair across his chest. Standing up, Rhys hooks his hands into his jeans and pushes them down, his boxer briefs going down with them and revealing his cock to me.
The size of it makes my mouth water, just big enough to make you feel it a while afterwards, but not so big it hurts. Rhys strokes it, the soft foreskin moving up and down over the head. There’s a bead of pre-cum sitting at the tip looking good enough to lick right off, so that’s what I do. Sitting up, I lick the head of his cock, tasting the saltiness.
“Lay,” Rhys groans, a warning in his voice. “If you lick it anymore, this is going to end far sooner than we want it to. I’ve never been so hard in my entire life. You do this to me, Lay. You make me so crazy for you, I can’t think straight.”
“Then get up here,” I purr, a sultriness to my voice I didn’t even know I possessed. “I need you inside of me, Rhys. I’m aching for you.”
Rhys needs no more motivation than that, moving on top of me quickly and kissing me fiercely, his teeth scraping against my lower lip. He lifts my leg, hooking it over his hip and opening me up to him. Grasping his cock, he lines it up with my entrance and slowly thrusts inside of me, giving me time to adjust to having him there.
My body is so turned on it takes almost no time to adjust to him, the wetness from my arousal and my previous orgasm make it easy to slide in and out. Rhys starts slowly, resting his forehead against mine and thrusting gently at first, then getting harder as we both get lost in each other.
Rhys holds me, whispering sweet things to me as he consumes me, body and soul. This orgasm is more of a slow building crescendo, the slow, hard thrusts grazing my g-spot and bringing me higher with every movement. Our bodies are sweaty, locked together in a beautiful dance that I never want to end.
“I. Love. You.” Rhys moans out each word, moving a bit faster and harder with his thrusts and bringing me with him towards our release. “Alayna.”
My name is a prayer on his lips, one filled with love, hope, and happily ever afters. My walls clench around him as I crest the peak of my orgasm, both of us moaning and gasping while we come undone. Rhys freezes above me, his face buried in my neck and his back muscles clenched tightly under my hands.
We both relax little by little, the intensity of it all taking our voices and replacing them with erratic breathing. Laying there together for who knows how long, we hold one another like the world is ready to tear us apart the moment we leave each other’s embrace. This is what I wanted when I asked him to make love to me. This is the feeling I’ve been missing my entire life when it came to sex.
Rhys eventually pulls out, kissing the corner of my mouth lovingly. “I’m going to pick you up and carry you to the bathroom so I can clean you up. Is that okay?”
