Page 10 of Ryker

Chapter 10: Ryker

Corinne is gorgeous with her ass marked in shades of pink and light red. Her body undulates to meet my hand and I know I'm hard and pressed against her. Her pussy is wet and she's moaning, gripping the blankets and showing the signs of a woman who's ready to be fucked. I want to rip off my pants and give her what she desires, but I'm playing the long game. She isn't just some quick one night stand, she's better than that. She deserves everything.

After a few minutes, I stop spanking her luscious ass and start rubbing it instead. She's breathing heavily and still rubbing herself against my thigh, seeking out pressure against her clit. I know what she wants and I'm going to be the one to give it to her. With my free hand, I reach between her legs and dip between them until I find that throbbing button she's trying so hard to press. For a second she freezes, but then she realizes I'm here to help.

One hand rubbing her hot ass, the other stroking her clit. Corinne's moans grow louder as the sensations begin to overtake her. I wish I had her in my bed with my tongue between her thighs instead, but this is the position I had to choose from, so I do what I can. When her body starts to shudder and her grip on the blankets intensify, she calls out my name as she grinds into me. I keep massaging her clit until she twitches away, happy to lay there in peace for a few moments over my lap, exposed and post-orgasmic.

"I wouldn't be so confident or anything if I were you," she groans from her place in the blankets. "I just haven't gotten off in a while and it was bound to happen. It could have been you or the mailman bringing me a package from Amazon Prime for all we know."

I smack her on the ass to show my displeasure as I roll my eyes. "Yeah, well, I bet the mailman doesn't have a cookie for you, now does he?"

Corinne turns her head to face the table and scrambles to reach for one. "You don't know Doug like I do. Once he told me I looked nice when I didn't. My hair was a mess and I was wearing leggings."

I bet she looks nice all the time, messy hair and leggings being no exception. "Wow, you're right. Doug sounds like a gem." I reach over Corinne to grab a cookie for myself, careful not to drop any crumbs on my half-naked partner. Is it so weird that I can imagine doing this every night for the rest of our lives? I don't think I should say that. That would probably freak Corinne out this early in the relationship.

"Where's Leo at?" Corinne asks with a mouthful of cookie. "I need someone to clean up the crumbs."

God, she's perfect. Why did I wait so long to ask her out? "I feel like I wasted so much time on other women."

She shrugs and pops the last of the cookie in her mouth. "You probably did, but I can think of a couple of ways you can make it up to me." She says with a hint of playfulness in her tone.

I can think of a thousand ways I can make it up to her and at least half of those involve an orgasm. I might as well start now before she sobers up from the first one and wants to go home. I can't afford her realizing that without the cute cat, good food, and orgasms, I'm nothing more than a sexy firefighter who can make her dreams come true. I mean, that's only every girl's fantasy, but what if that's not Corinne's?

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