Page 31 of Rough Ride

“It’s much too late for that,” he cooed, and butterflies erupted in her stomach. This was it. No stopping now. He was finally going to…

“Oh God…” she gasped when she felt his tip easing its way inside her. He was moving gradually deeper, and every nerve in her core lit up like a Christmas tree. When he reached her barrier he stopped, unsure. She took the cue and grabbed his ass, bringing him farther into her. The pressure of his cock that deep inside of her made her groan.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said in a strained voice. Her tightness was agony on his throbbing dick that was begging for friction. For movement. For more of her.

“Kye,” she said, moving her hands from his backside to his face. Their eyes met. “Hurt me.”

As though he’d heard the magical words, he pushed himself entirely into her, and Eliana threw her head back with a loud cry that mixed with the peal of lightning and thunder that boomed overhead. There was no stopping now as he withdrew halfway and thrust into her a second time. Her legs were clamping down on him almost as if to push him away and simultaneously bring him closer. But he didn’t relent. A third and fourth time he pounded into her and by the fifth, she was matching his movements with thrusts of her own.

Certain now that she was alright, Kye pinned her hips to the bed with his and used the spring of the mattress to slam into her. Her breathing was hot against his ear when he buried his face in her neck, and she dug her nails into his back. The pain mixed with the ecstasy of her tight, wet, depth sent him reeling. Knowing he was close to his climax, he angled his hips so his pelvis was pressed directly against her clit. Even between thrusts, he kept constant pressure on her bud.

“Oh my God, I’m going to come,” she said frantically. “Kye! Kye!”

“Come on, baby,” he said, propping himself up onto his hands. Using the fluid motion of his hips to keep himself inside her, she writhed and curled under him, before her back arched violently, and she bucked her way into an orgasm. “Fuck!” Kye cried when he felt her gushing all over him. The new level of slickness was more than he could stand, and before she’d finished riding the tide of her satisfaction, he was climaxing into his.

The way he filled her sent pulses of pleasure from her stomach to her limbs, and when he finally collapsed onto her, she felt she’d never be able to move again. Her hands began rubbing his back and when he pulled out of her, she shuddered in a mixture of pain, loss, and sensitivity.

“Shh,” he whispered against her hair when he tucked her against his side and wrapped an arm around her. “Save your words,” he said somehow knowing, even in the dark, she’d opened her mouth to speak. “In a minute, I’m going to do that again. Whatever you want to tell me, wait until after.”

Smiling against his side, she began kissing his chest and up to his neck, the heat of her desire no sooner cooling as it began to warm up again.

Eliana felt a warmth on her face before she opened her eyes. Taking a long, slow inhale, she could smell him thick and potent in the air. When her eyes opened, she saw him lying next to her on his back, one arm tucked behind his head, lips parted and breathing short, easy breaths. He looked so peaceful, no lines of worry or age on his face. His hair was unkempt, and his beard was overdue for a trim. He looked perfect.

Lying on her stomach staring at him, she mindlessly chewed on her thumbnail, heat filling her belly when she replayed the night before in her mind. Whatever way she’d imagined being with him, with anyone, he’d surpassed any rich fantasy she’d had. It had felt more natural than she expected. Although she’d felt a little clumsy at first, he’d been steady with his hands and hadn’t for a moment let her feel uncertain.

Whether he’d done it intentionally or not, the confidence in the way he’d pushed himself into her, unrelenting, consistent, powerful… he’d instilled that in her with every thrust. Between the darkened room and her heightened desire for him, she’d felt heady and intoxicated, like a kite in a hurricane. He’d been her string. Keeping her grounded and rooted with the sole purpose of letting her fly as high as she needed and bringing her safely back down.

It wasn’t hard to maneuver her way between his parted legs and prop herself against his chest. He was starting to wake so she coaxed him the rest of the way out of his slumber with wet kisses on his torso. By the time she reached his neck, his eyes were open, and he was watching her in amusement.

“Good morning,” he said in a gravelly voice. She smiled at him before kissing him firmly on the mouth. He tangled a hand in her hair, and she made her intentions known by repeating his act from the night before, rocking her hips against his. His tongue moved into her mouth, and her breathing hitched. He was warm and firm beneath her.

“Mmm,” he moaned and inhaled sharply when her hipbone pressed against his forming erection. “Hey now, let a guy brush his teeth first,” he teased, and she bit her lip. The way she looked at him with sleepy eyes, he went completely hard. “Come here,” he said quietly and took her by the waist, pulling her up until she was straddling him. Her legs were sore and ached when she spread them to fit herself over his lap.

“Kye?” she panted when she felt his dick growing hard and pressing against her core. He kissed her, ridding her of any hesitation. Reaching her hand between them, she guided him toward her entrance and slowly lowered herself. Still swollen from the night before, he filled her painfully at first, every inch of him a mix of sensations. He held her by the hips patiently until she was comfortable, and her body relaxed. At this angle, he was much deeper, his tip directly against her womb that throbbed and pulsated.

“There you go,” he murmured against her ear when she began moving up and down. Her body moved without thought. Driven by instinct, it was as though her body knew what she needed even if her mind didn’t. Her sounds were more like whimpers, short, high-pitched gasps, and he felt her thighs trembling. Sitting farther up, he wrapped a strong arm around her back, giving her a steady frame to move against.

Eliana braced herself on his broad shoulders, her pace quickening. This new position was exhilarating to her. The feel of him between her legs, the angle of his dick inside her, and the way his pelvis was constantly rubbing her clit every time she moved sent pulses of titillating pleasure through her.

Although everything in him wanted to buck and drive harder into her, he allowed her to set the pace. The freedom she felt taking her pleasure with his body was more erotic than anything he’d experienced before. The way she felt riding him, alternating between rocking back and forth and pounding up and down on him was wild. He made no effort to control her movements, simply content to let her fuck him as her body desired.

It wouldn’t take her long to climax, and he knew it. He could tell by how slick she had become, by the way her muscles clenched around his shaft. She was so close he could taste it on her. The moment she lost herself, he cradled her as wave after wave of stimulated nerves wracked her body. She went from completely rigid to limp in his arms and clutching her close, he rolled her over and pressed her firmly into the mattress. Two swift thrusts and he reached his climax. The sweet agony of his orgasm made him feel weak from it.

They lay still for a long moment. His breathing was labored, and he’d collapsed on top of her, face buried in her neck. The full weight of his body on hers was suffocating, and she squirmed. “Kye!” She managed to laugh and pushed his shoulders.

“Sorry,” he said, rolling off of her. He lay on his back again, and she draped herself over his chest. Running a hand up and down her back, he kissed the top of her head as she traced small circles on his chest. His skin was smooth, but there was a dusting of dark hair on his chest. A line of it covered his belly button and disappeared beneath the sheets. He caught her wrist when she ran her fingers over it. “Tickles,” he muttered with closed eyes.

“So does that,” she said, wriggling when his thumb brushed her side. He pressed harder, his hands massaging her now. She made a contented sigh. The warmth of his touch made her instantly relax.

“Eli?” he asked after a drawn-out silence passed between them. She didn’t say anything but looked up at him. “Did I hurt you?” His blue eyes were full of concern and to her dismay, a level of guilt.

“Yes,” she said, propping her head up on her hand. “I wanted you to,” she added before he could respond. He ran a hand over his face, and she grabbed his arm. “Hey, Kye, you did exactly what I wanted you to… and a few things I didn’t know I wanted.” They both chuckled, and she pressed more firmly against his side. “I enjoyed last night… and this morning.”

“For your first time, though...” he started, and she interrupted him with a kiss.

“Despite what you think, not all women want rose petal-covered beds, candlelight, and Marvin Gaye blasting on the stereo.” He frowned at her sarcasm. “Kye, do you regret having sex with me?” she asked, holding his chin in her hand and staring into his eyes.

“God, no,” he replied quickly. “I just think your first time should have been special.”