Page 40 of Rider Forbidden
He growls and withdraws and surges back into me, going deeper, if possible
“Oh god, yes.” My voice doesn't sound like my own.
“Baby, fuck,” he moves in and out faster, surging into me, I feel the muscles on his back tightening as he thrusts into me.
“Harder . . . faster.” I try to lift my hips and his mouth goes to my neck, biting, kissing, licking.
He does as I ask and starts to move faster and faster, his head nestles in my neck. We’re both panting now, he’s going faster and faster, his thrusts getting harder and harder, jerking me up the bed, my breasts bouncing. This is fucking. He’s fucking me and I love it.
“Jack,” I whimper “I'm getting close . . .oh god.”
And then I go over the edge, into oblivion and far away somewhere else as I come. His thrusts get so fast, it's like he’s lost control of himself, and then his body jerks and stills as he comes - he bites onto my shoulder as he groans. I know that’s going to leave a mark, but right now I couldn't care less.
My orgasm seems to go on forever and he starts to move slowly in and out as the waves subside - our breathing still loud.
He finds my mouth and kisses me slowly but deeply. Sharing something unfathomable. Something intense. We kiss and we kiss. I feel his cock twitching inside me.
He breaks the kiss and looks down on me. I can feel is breath on my face. “You OK?”
I nod.
“I wasn't too rough?”
“You were perfect.” I stroke his face. “In fact, I think I’ve just lost my virginity.”
He laughs “I don't think you were a virgin sweetheart.”
“Well after that my first time definitely did not count. Did I . . . did I do OK, was it OK for you?”
“You're kidding right?”
I shake my head.
“Fuck, you're not kidding. It was amazing.Youare amazing. You have my head so screwed up I don't know where I am. I knew it was going to be intense when I got to fuck you, but I didn't know it would feel anything like that. You're exquisite.”
“You're sweet.”
He laughs as he withdraws from me, I mew as I don't like the feeling of losing him. “I don't get called sweet often.”
“Well, maybe I don't only bring the worst out in you, maybe I bring out the best as well.”
He stares at me for a moment but doesn't say anything “Maybe you do. I’ll be back.”
He goes to the bathroom, to clean up and discard the condom. What now? Do I just leave? I sit up and look around for my dress. I don't want to outstay my welcome, it was more than I imagined it would be, but I need to get back before Sophie gets back and before I make Jack uncomfortable by sticking around - I know how things go with his women. Once he’s done, he’s done. And that’s fine, I guess I used him too. No matter what the circumstances, I know I'm going to bed with a smile on my face tonight.
He comes back in just as I throw my legs out of the bed, still holding the sheet around me.
“Where do you think you're going?” he’s naked - obviously so comfortable with himself and how he looks.
“I . . . I. . . . didn't know, I thought I’d better be going.”
He raises an eyebrow at me. “You think we're done?”
“Well . . . yeah, actually I do.”
“I don't want you to go, you just got here. Stay a little while longer?”
I contemplate it - should I? I think it’s best to leave on a positive. Things went well, now I want to go back to my room and process it and relive it.
