After the Fall

but the way he fucked me was so good, and the way he kissed my neck and breathed against my skin made every inch of my flesh break out in goose bumps. I wanted to come, but I didn’t want to come because I didn’t want this to end.
    Something changed. I couldn’t tell if he’d sped up, if he was fucking me harder, if he’d pushed himself deeper, or if my overwhelmed senses had finally just had enough and couldn’t rein in the intensity anymore. I gripped his hand tighter. I didn’t want to let go of him to stroke myself into that inevitable delirium, and I couldn’t move to rock back against him and force him to take me over the edge—I could only lie there and bury my face in the pillow and nearly sob from the powerful sensations crashing through me. I was passive, I was helpless, and the only thing in the world left for me to do was to surrender, and when I did, the entire world shattered around me.
    Ryan’s fingers tightened between mine, digging almost painfully into my hip above my cast as he buried his face in my neck, and now he was thrusting, forcing his cock in deep. And then he was all the way inside me, holding my body against his and pressing, grinding, trying to get even deeper as he shuddered, swearing just behind my ear. He released a sharp breath, tensed, and then relaxed against me, resting his forehead on my shoulder.
    “Oh . . . my God.”
    I reached back to stroke his hair. “My sentiments exactly.”
    He laughed almost soundlessly and kissed the side of my neck. Then he rested a hand on my hip and slowly withdrew, both of us gasping in that instant we physically separated. Neither of us moved for a moment. I wasn’t sure either of us even breathed. My whole body was still tingling, and God only knew how overwhelmed he must have been if that was only the second time he’d ever fucked anyone.
    “Just so you know,” he murmured, his lips brushing my ear, “this could get really addictive.”
    “You’re telling me?”
    I turned my head, and he found my lips with his for a quick kiss.
    “I’ll be right back,” he said, and got up. Once we’d cleaned ourselves up, I lay on my back, and Ryan arranged the pillows under my cast. Then he lay beside me, facing me.
    “Do you want to stay here?” I asked. “For the night?”
    Ryan smiled “I’d love to.”
    We settled in together. I turned onto my side again. We arranged the pillows—again—to prop up my leg, and then Ryan slid in behind me. We were both naked and still, skin to skin, holding each other in a sleepy pantomime of the way we’d fucked.
    And lying like that, with Ryan’s body against mine and his arm draped over my waist, I drifted off to sleep.

Ryan was right. The sex we had was addictive. One taste and we were both hooked. If we weren’t working, we were together, and if we weren’t at the barn or grabbing a bite to eat, we were in bed. He was insatiable, and so was I, in spite of the constant headache and limited positions that came with fucking while half-wrapped in plaster. I could only imagine how insane things would get once the casts were gone.
    Though we both had to work, it wasn’t unusual at all for us to stay up way, way too late in one of our bedrooms. Whenever I came into work bleary-eyed and clinging to a coffee cup, Mike just shook his head and laughed. He’d done the same damned thing when he’d first started seeing Jason, so he kept his trap shut.
    And then there were the weekends. The lazy mornings like this one when an alarm didn’t go off and neither of us had to be anywhere.
    Barely awake, I adjusted my position, trying to get comfortable without actually rolling over. That would have required me to wake up completely to rearrange my leg and pillows, so I tried to make do with only moving a little.
    Beside me, Ryan stirred, and a second later, his naked skin warmed mine as he draped his arm over my waist. His breathing was slow and soft against my neck. He was probably still asleep.
    I put my hand over his and sighed, relaxing in his arms as I hovered between going back to sleep and waking up completely. Probably waking up. My awareness was expanding beyond the places we were making contact, and my muscles and joints were reminding me of their existence. My body ached all over, and it had nothing to do with the casts. It also wasn’t remotely unpleasant, every twinge reminding me of the rough grasp or deep thrust that had created it.
    Ryan stirred again. “You’re awake.”
    “So