After the Fall

contact. “Honestly, a quick one was probably exactly what I needed this time around.”
    “Why’s that?”
    “To make sure . . .” Though it was a struggle, I made myself find his gaze again. “To make sure I really could handle it.” I stroked his face with my fingertips. “I didn’t think to ask if this was too much for you, or—”
    “It wasn’t.” He gently clasped my hand and kissed my fingers. “Not at all.”
    “But you . . .” I held his gaze. “Why me?”
    “Because I wanted you.” He kissed me lightly. “I guess I thought, after last night . . . I mean, what changed your mind?”
    “The fact that you were willing to wait. It wasn’t a game or a test or anything. I . . . the last thing I expected you to say was that you were perfectly fine waiting until my casts came off, and after you said that, I knew I could trust you.”
    “I’d never hurt you.” His lips quirked, and he trailed a fingertip across the cast on my hand. “Erm, not deliberately, anyway.”
    I laughed. “I know what you meant.”
    He chuckled. “Well, I hope it really wasn’t a disappointment.”
    “No, no. Not at all.”
    He kissed underneath my jaw. “Except you didn’t come.”
    I shivered. “Hmm, no. But you can . . . oh God . . .” My back almost levitated off the bed as his lips started downward, inching down my neck and chest one soft, lingering kiss at a time.
    I held my breath as he continued over my abs to my painfully hard cock. He didn’t have that refined skill of someone who’d given a lot of blowjobs, no signature trick with his hand or his tongue, but his eagerness to please me and turn me on more than made up for that, and there wasn’t a thing lacking. God, not a thing. He was the perfect lover, with that single-minded drive to give pleasure like it was some kind of divine offering.
    Several times, I almost came, but made myself hold back because I didn’t want this to end. Except I wanted him to get off again, too. I wanted him inside me again. I wanted it to last this time so I could feel his breath on my neck and hear him falling apart while I lost my mind. I wanted him to know what it felt like to fuck until every muscle ached and stopping wasn’t an option until we’d found release.
    “S-stop . . . stop . . .”
    He pushed himself up. “Did I do some—”
    “Fuck me,” I said, breathing hard. “I want you to fuck me again.”
    Ryan came all the way up and brushed his lips over mine. “I was going to make you come.”
    “Yes, you were.” I shivered beneath him. “But I want . . . there is nothing in the world like coming while I’m being fucked.”
    “Well, when you put it like that . . .”
    We changed position again. Onto my side, a pillow to keep my cast from pressing against my other leg, and after he’d taken a moment to put on another condom, I could barely breathe as he positioned himself behind me.
    He guided his cock to me again. Holy fuck, I was so aroused, just that first stroke was enough to make my eyes water. He whimpered softly, pressing his lips to my neck as his hips moved faster.
    His lack of experience didn’t show as much as he must’ve thought it did; he moved as easily as this position allowed, sliding in and out with a rhythm that was equal parts slow and desperate.
    I closed my eyes, mouthing silent profanity, and finally manage to say, “F-faster.”
    “Not yet,” he whispered. “I want it to last this time.” He took a long, deep stroke, giving me as much as he could from this angle. “I barely got a chance to feel you before.”
    Oh my God. You can feel me like this as long as you want.
    I put my hand over his on my hip, and he separated his fingers to let me curl mine between them as our bodies moved together. This wasn’t the frantic pursuit of an orgasm. I couldn’t put my finger on the rhythm, or define the motion. Thrusting? Not really. It wasn’t slow and gentle, it wasn’t hard and fast, but somewhere in between, falling into perfect time with the warm breaths rushing past my neck. An orgasm was inevitable, but he was in no more of a hurry to give it to me than I was to give in to it. I rode that edge, and he rode me, and I couldn’t remember . . . hell, I couldn’t remember anything that wasn’t happening right now in this room, in this bed.
    I bit my lip and shuddered, my whole body tingling as his cock slid across my prostate at the most perfect angle, and suddenly I wanted to come so bad I was going to go insane,