After the Fall

digging into the back of my neck as he urged my lips apart.
    At some point, we came up for air, and I whispered, “I missed you.”
    “I missed you too.” Ryan touched his forehead to mine and pulled my body closer to his. “I was angry, but I . . . God, I missed you.”
    “I’m sorry.”
    “You’re here.” He kissed me again. “That’s all I care about.”
    He cupped my cheek in one hand, and we just held each other’s gazes. Water darkened his hair and slid down the sides of his face, one droplet running along the edge of his goatee. Then he drew me in, and we melted into another kiss, bodies pressed together beneath the falling water.
    He used his body weight to back me up against the wall, which held me up as he dipped his head and kissed my neck. His hard cock pressed against mine. My knees shook. Both of them. Unhindered and unsupported by plaster, they threatened to shake right out from under me as we kissed and ground together.
    I nudged him back with a hand on his chest.
    “What’s—”
    “I’ve been waiting forever to do this,” I said, and carefully went to my knees. I’d been able to suck him off a few times, but positioning had always been difficult because I couldn’t kneel. That, and I’d only had use of one hand.
    Now? Both hands. I could finally use both hands. I stroked him with both, twisting a little with one while I teased the head of his cock with my lips and tongue.
    He grasped my hair, combed his fingers through it, grasped it again. “Oh my God,” he moaned. “D-don’t make me come. Please.”
    “I want to.”
    “I know.” He stroked my hair with a shaking hand. “But I want to fuck you.”
    “You will.” I circled the head of his dick with my tongue. “We have all night.”
    “But I . . . I . . .” He trailed off into a helpless moan as I slowly took him into my mouth. “Oh God . . .” Ryan whimpered. His hand smacked the tile wall so hard it startled me, and I almost wasn’t ready when the first jet of semen shot across my tongue. I caught it all, though, and swallowed without choking.
    He kept a hand flat against the wall and rested the other on my shoulders. “Holy . . . shit . . .”
    I nudged his hand away and rose, and he practically sank against me as I wrapped my arms around his waist and kissed him. Though his body was limp and shaky, his mouth was bold and demanding, and he returned the kiss breathlessly, desperately, the way he always did after I’d given him a blowjob.
    “Just wait,” he slurred between kisses. “Soon as I recover . . .”
    “I can’t wait. God, I want you so bad.”
    Ryan kissed me, but the kiss ended as quickly as it had begun, and he reached past me. The water stopped, and in the sudden silence that followed, his quiet voice seemed to echo off the tiles: “Bedroom.”
    For the first time, there was no cast and no crutch to hinder us, and our hands weren’t needed for anything except grabbing onto each other, touching each other, dragging each other toward the bed. Still wet and not giving a single fuck about it, we fell onto the mattress together.
    I got on top and pinned his arms beside him, and we kissed so hungrily it bordered on violent. The kissing was out of control. The touches were desperate grasps, both of us practically clawing at each other on top of the sheets.
    And he didn’t take long at all to recover. Somewhere in the middle of the panting and groping and making out, he guided my hand between us, and we both gasped as he closed my fingers around his hardening cock.
    He stroked me. I stroked him. Our hips moved together, and our mouths moved together, and even our breathing fell into sync.
    “Get on your back,” he growled, leaning away to get a condom. “So I can fuck you.”
    Oh God, I loved this aggressive, demanding side of him.
    For once, all I needed was a single pillow under my hips rather than stacks and mountains to hold my leg in place. Comfortable sex again. Thank God.
    Ryan swept his tongue across his lips as he rolled on the condom. Once he had on the condom and no small amount of lube, I spread my legs for him, and he guided himself to me. I was so damned turned on it was painful, so aroused I could barely stand it, and as he pushed against me with his rock-hard cock, I thought I was going to shatter completely because I needed him so fucking bad .
    Ryan shut his eyes and bit his lip as he pressed into me. My back arched under us. I gripped his arms, desperate for