Page 44 of Wilder Puck
I grab onto his neck and whisper, “Tonight I’ll let you, you know, in every position. Can you handle that?”
“Come here,” he growls, gripping my hips and rolling over to position me on top of him. He looks up at me and says, “I don’t know how long I can last, but I’ll try to keep it together for–” He eyes my body. “Every position.”
I chuckle. “You are too honest, Ry.”
“Does that kill the mood?” he jokes, squeezing my ass and pressing himself against me.
“No,” I smile because it’s the truth. Everything about this is comfortableandhot as hell. I lean down, peck his lips, and whisper, “I’m going to ride you like my life depends on it.”
The look in his eyes is like I just hypnotized him. I reach between us and guide him into me, rubbing the broad head of him as I rock my hips.
We moan in unison as I start to sink down, my body stretching to accommodate the hard, thick length of him. I take him inch by inch until I'm fully seated, the delicious ache of being so full shuddering through me.
For a moment, we just breathe together, adjusting to the feeling. And then I start to move, grinding and rocking in a slow rhythm. Ryan's hands clench on my hips, guiding my movements as he thrusts up to meet me.
“Baddie, you feel too good,” he grits out. “So fucking good. So perfect.”
“You do too,” I gasp, bracing my hands on his chest for leverage as I ride him harder. “So good. Don't stop.”
I ride him, and he is in pure ecstasy watching me on top. His head falls back with a moan as my thighs start to tremble.
“I’m going to turn around,” I say.
He nods, pausing his movements. I spin on his dick until I’m comfortable, reverse cowgirl style. He grips my ass, pressing further into me as I cry out.
“Fuck, Ads,” he groans, pushing further into me. “Holy fuck.”
I rock my hips and grind on him until he sits up and says, “I want to see your face.”
It’s those words that make me ache even more. He grabs my jaw and kisses me as I dance on him like this for a few minutes. Then he lifts me up and drops me on the bed. I’m on all fours as he enters me again. His deep groan alongside the sensation of the new position sends me. He starts pumping into me, and I’m moaning in pleasure.
Ryan snakes a hand around my waist. I cry out as he presses his fingers against me, the calluses on his fingers building more pressure. I bounce my ass against him, riding his dick from this position.
“Shit, Ads,” he coaxes, his voice rough with strain. “You are so sexy.” He grabs my ass with his other hand.
It's the talking that does it. Something about the compliment in his gravelly sex-voice just destroys me. I fly apart with a broken sob of his name, my inner muscles clamping down on him. My face falls into the bed to muffle my screams.
“Fuck, Addie.” He’s grinding deep as he finds his own release. I feel him pulsing inside me as we ride out the waves together, clinging to each other.
He collapses on my back, boneless and spent. And then he rolls to the side and cradles me close, pressing absent kisses to my hair as we catch our breath. It takes a long time for my heart rate to slow, for the haze of bliss to recede.
I press a kiss to his chest and carefully extricate myself, rolling to the side before I can do something stupid like burrow in deeper. Ryan makes a noise of protest, his arm tightening around my waist for a moment before he lets me go.
Silence stretches as we lay side by side, not quite touching. I'm suddenly achingly aware of his naked body so close to mine.
“So,” I say, staring at the ceiling. “That happened.”
Ryan huffs a laugh. “It certainly did.”
“We didn’t do every position like I had planned.”
He smiles. “I didn’t turn you around to see your face like I had planned.”
I turn my head to look at him and smile. “Do you think–”
“Are you–”
We start at the same time and then break off with matching awkward chuckles. Ryan rolls onto his side to face me, propping his head on his hand.
