Page 59 of Rider Forbidden
He kisses my neck, again and again then he says, “You OK?” so softly I barely hear it.
I smile “I'm good, Jack.”
He slides out of me and bends up, kisses the cheek of my bottom where he slapped and then lies on his back at the side of me, his head turned my way. I cannot move.
“I think you broke me, I can't move.” I smile looking at him. He looks so relaxed, young - like he doesn't have a care in the world. It's a nice look on him.
He chuckles “That was . . . well . . . that was, Christ, whatwasthat?”
“Good?”
“Good doesn't cover it, sweetheart.”
“I didn't know sex could be like this, I can't believe I’ve been missing this all these years.”
He frowns. “Wait, you don't think this is normal sex, do you? Because trust me I’ve had plenty of that and I’ve never had any complaints but this - what happens with us – it’s far from normal. It’s fantastic, mind-blowing, and sexy as hell.”
I feel warmth flood me at his comments. It's good for him too, it feels more for him like it does for me. Good. I just figured he was good at it, so this is what he felt all the time. Happiness along with the afterglow of a perfect orgasm just floods me and I don't think I’ve ever felt so content.
“I just thought you were good at it. I did presume that not every guy knows what he’s doing like you.”
I hear the smile in his voice. “Trust me, it feels as good for me too.”
He opens his arm out to me asking me a silent question. I scoot over to him and drape myself onto his chest and throw a leg over his. His arm comes around me, pulling me into him. Snuggling. I didn't think that Jack would snuggle. It's nice. So chilled.
He strokes down my back with a light touch, making me want to sleep. I know he can’t stay. Eli can't see him here.
“Jack, you can’t stay the night.”
“Wow, you're done with me, and now you're chucking me out? I feel used and abused.” There’s laughter in his voice. “Don't worry, I know that. I couldn't let the little guy see me here. Just let's have a nap for a couple of hours, yeah?”
I feel so comfortable laid on him. I put my arm around his waist. “Yeah, Jack.”
“Got to say Danish, I love this sleepy post-orgasm mellow side of you. I could get used to it.”
I smile against his chest but don't say anything and soon I drift off.
*****
When I wake up its dark, I'm still in the position I fell asleep in, draped on Jack. He’s snoring lightly, I look up at him. God, he’s beautiful. I’ve never seen a man like him. His skin, his bone structure, his nose, his eyelashes . . . I'm in trouble here. I’ve fallen head over heels for this guy. He’s so wrong for me, for the life I envisaged for Eli and me. I pictured safe, secure, comfortable. Jack is dangerous, unpredictable, and far from comfortable.
I turn over to look at the time – two in the morning. We've slept for a few hours, he needs to go, but not quite yet. I could wake him up with a smile on his face. I scoot down so I'm in line with his crotch, moving the sheet away that was covering him. His dick is semi-erect, even in his sleep - makes me wonder what he’s dreaming about. I take him in my mouth, my tongue curling up the inside of him. I feel his dick twitch and become fully erect as I work him with my mouth. I take his balls in my hand and knead them lightly. I hear him groan. I look up and his eyes are open, hooded, watching me. He doesn't say a word. I work him up and down with my mouth, holding the base with my hand now to move up and down in pace with my mouth. His dick throbs against my tongue. I love having this power over him. So many people think this act is a show of power of man over woman, I think it’s the other way around. I have him right where I want him. God the look on his face he'd agree to anything right now.
I move my mouth up and down, breaking off to lick over the head, the pre-cum beading as I lick it away. I do love his dick. I'm turning into some sort of sex-crazed machine, I didn't even know I had these kinds of thoughts in me. I didn't even know this side of me existed.
“Fuck, baby. Carry on . . . please.” He gasps
I take him in my mouth again, picking up the pace, moving my hand quickly too.
“Shit, I'm gonna come.”
He gives me fair warning, I carry on and feel his dick hardening right as his cum fills my mouth, I swallow as it keeps on coming. I hear him groan a low guttural groan and he fists my hair, pushing my head further onto him while lifting his hips. I slow down and give one last lick as I release him. I look up at him as his breathing starts to return to normal.
“Come up here.” He growls
I do as he says and rise to his eye level. Both of his hands cup my face and he kisses me, not bothering that I probably taste of him. It’s a kiss that means something. He’s slow . . . sensual . . . gentle. He breaks off and just stares at me.
We look at each other in silence until he speaks. “This, what’s happening between us, I don't want it to end. I know I'm not supposed to go near you blah blah blah - but I don't give a fuck. I like you Robyn,reallyfucking like you. I just want to see where we go.”
