She went to her knees beside him and bent to cup his face in her palms. “No one, ever, has belonged to me. Not really. Not when it mattered. You are the one person I wanted, truly wanted, for my own.” A tear splashed against his cheek as she kissed him. Pulling back slightly, she flashed her million watt smile again. “Thank you for being mine, Ryan.”
Inch by inch, she explored his body. Starting with her fingers in his scalp, nails ruffling his blond hair, she moved over his ears and face, down his neck and across his shoulders. She rubbed his skin with her cheeks, kissed him, licked at different spots, bit him gently once or twice.
Straddling his stomach, she held his hands, tracing each finger, marveling at the stunning shape and strength they held. Deliberately skipping his genitals, she crawled backwards down his body to touch his thighs, legs, and feet.
On her way back up, she curled up between his legs to explore his balls, smoothing a single fingertip over the light fuzz that covered them. His breathing sped up, his cock engorged as he held perfectly still for the woman he loved, because she needed this.
“You have such control, Ryan. It awes me.”
“I will never lose control with you, Daphne. I will never hurt you.”
She moved higher, kissing his lower abdomen as she whispered, “I know that.” Her eyes met his a second before she took the head of his cock between her lips. His body went taut and his hands slammed to the bed, gripping the bedding in fists with white knuckles.
“Daphne…sweet god. Please, baby, I don’t know if my control is this good.” She trailed the flat of her tongue on the underside as she took him deeper and he groaned. Ryan was saying her name over and over, begging for mercy. “I can’t…please. You have to let me go, baby. Let me go.”
Instead, she watched his face, his eyes tightly closed as he fought to rein himself in, to leash his response for her sake. She didn’t want him to have restraint, to deny what he wanted and needed. In this, at long last, she wanted the power for herself.
So she took it. Took him deeper, harder, faster; swirling her tongue along the shaft as she moved on him. Her other hand slid up to cup his balls and knew the moment he lost the ability to hold back. Holding just the head in her mouth, she stroked his length with a tight fist and was rewarded when his orgasm slammed into him like a freight train.
Ryan’s shout echoed through the cabin. “Daphne! Baby, god. So good, so damn good.” The taste of him was slightly salty, clean male and she took everything he had to give her. Rocking with the instinctual movement of his hips. Every muscle stood out in stark relief along his body and she swore no man had ever appreciated her as he did in that moment.
Exhaling almost violently a few minutes later as she released him and laid her cheek on his stomach, he whispered, “That is the first orgasm I’ve had with another person in more than five years. Thank you. Thank you so much, Daphne. For loving me. For being so giving.” She relished the feel of his hands in her hair, the smell of him, the feelings he inspired in her.
He pulled her up his body and she kissed away the dampness at his temples. “Thank you for letting me lead. For believing in me.”
She felt a moment of panic as he flipped her to her back and settled into the cradle of her body. “Like this for just a minute, baby. Just a minute.” She felt blunt head nudge against the entrance of her body and she held her breath. “No pain. No fear, Daphne. Tell me you’re afraid and we stop. No matter what, no matter when. One word from you and it stops.” She nodded, not trusting herself to speak.
Her body was ready for him, throbbed for him. His cock slipped easily through her natural lubrication and she realized he was rocking back and forth to coat the length. Knowing how it must look, she pushed lightly at his chest so she could watch. He rose to his hands, holding his body weight off of her. She stared at the way his cock glistened, felt each time the crest rasped over her aching clit, listened to the sounds of wet skin touching wet skin, and her body went electric.
Meeting his gaze, she told him, “Now, Ryan.” He didn’t hesitate, pulling his hips back further to lodge himself at the weeping entrance. Then he pressed forward, pushing inside her and sparking a wildness she didn’t know she possessed. “God, Ryan…yes.” Her words were a sigh in the quiet room and he smiled.
Slowly but steadily, he worked into her body. When he was buried to the hilt, he cupped her face. “Okay?” She grinned and he lowered himself to cover her. Her heart didn’t get a chance to pound in fear because he rolled them.
Suddenly, he was on his back and she found herself above him, in the dominant position, something she’d never had before in her life. “Daphne, I won’t take you. I won’t cover you with my body and scare the hell out of you.” He moved his hands to her hips. “You have all the power, baby. Only you. I will not come unless you do. I can hold back for a long time, even longer after your amazing gift. As long as it takes or not at all. Do you understand?”
She looked at him in confusion for a long moment, “But…I’ve never done this before. I…I don’t know what to do. How to move.”
Ryan reached up and smoothed back her hair, “You’ve never been on top before? Not…ever?” She shook her head and he used his hands to guide her body. Lifting her, pulling her back down, raising her up again, and going a little deeper each time.
“You’re very big, Ryan. I’ve never been so…filled up before. It’s different. You feel so good inside me.” She put her hands flat on his chest and lifted her hips a couple of inches before dropping back down. “Does that…is that alright?”
“Oh my god, yes.”
“You look gorgeous like this, Ryan. I like touching you…” She tugged her lip between her teeth and watched as she maneuvered his cock in and out of her body. “That’s incredibly erotic…watching you disappear inside me.” He groaned and cupped her breast moments before lifting at the waist and taking her nipple in his mouth.
The walls of her pussy clamped hard around him. “Ryan…I can feel you sucking me in my clit. That’s so good.” When his other hand roamed up her thigh and he placed his thumb over her clit, she began to move faster, “It’s too much, it feels too good, Ryan,” she moved over him, lifting her body until he almost fell from her then slamming herself down until their bodies met with impact.
As her climax yanked her out of herself, she screamed his name and let the spasms rocket through each muscle from her legs to her back. He continued to thrust up inside her, driving her higher.
As her grip loosened, Ryan rolled her to her back and lifted up on his knees, settling back on his heels. He wrapped her legs around his back, her arms around his neck and started to move. He rested his head on her shoulder, “Daphne, you feel so good, so right around me. I’ve wanted you for so long. I never dreamed you’d be here with me like this.” His arms were tight, criss-crossed over her back as he lifted her and pivoted his hips into her body. “Don’t leave me, please don’t leave me again.”
Daphne lifted his face to hers, “I can’t leave you, Ryan. You’re the only person I feel whole with.” She kissed him, showing him how much she loved him, trusted him, “Lay me back, Ryan.” His eyes were uncertain, “Lay me back and take me. I know you’re holding back because you’re afraid to hurt me. I also know you’re a man who likes to conquer. You can conquer me, Ryan. You’re the only man I’ll ever submit to again. Take what belongs to you, what I give you freely.”
He went still, his cock throbbing inside her pussy as he processed her words. Then he laid her beneath him on the bed and kissed her until she was breathless, until she was grinding her hips into him. He started moving in long, slow thrusts, never taking his mouth from hers and holding most of his weight on his forearms.
“You are so beautiful, so perfect. Open your eyes, baby, see me here with you. Know I will never hurt you; I will only love you. You have such expressive eyes. Keep them on me, honey.” He glanced down and watched the lips of her pussy spread to take him, both of them slick with her come. “Watch,
baby.”
Her eyes drifted down his body, her hands grasping the back of his neck. His body was lean and hard, flexing as he pumped into her. “We fit so well together, Daphne. My cock feels so good with you wrapped around me. You’re snug and so wet. See how slick your body made me? That’s your come coating me, baby. I want to come so bad, to feel what it’s like to come without a condom for the first time in my life.” She met his gaze, her look questioning.
“It broke, baby. I’ve never experienced sex without a condom before.” The muscles of his thighs were hard, the sculpted surface of his abdomen rippled with every movement. He looked at Daphne’s face and smiled, she wanted to talk to Ryan, to say the words she was feeling. As if he’d read her mind, he said, “You know, Daphne, there is nothing you could say or do that would shock me or embarrass me. I have always been very…vocal during sex. You can be, too.”
Her chuckle turned to a sigh as he pivoted his hips in a circular motion on the next down-stroke, “I never talked during sex. I was so shy and when I’d say something, you know, make a request, I kind of got a look like ‘where the hell did you learn about that’. I got used to just sort of being there but not participating. Sometimes, I couldn’t…I couldn’t come. I feel so connected to you it scares me, Ryan.” He picked up his speed, the impact of their bodies meeting getting harder, “Oh yes, oh please yes…I just know somehow you normally go…harder. Make me yours, Ryan. I want to be yours.”
“My god you feel so damn good. I’m thinking about trees to keep from coming. I haven’t had to do that since I was seventeen.” His jaw was locked in concentration.
“Ryan?”
He ground out, “Yes, baby?”
Gathering all the courage she had, she said, “Will you please fuck me the way you want to so I can feel you come inside me?” He stumbled in his rhythm an instant before gripping her hips to hold them still so he could drill his body into hers.
Every stroke was powerful, his palm over her belly, his thumb on her clit, holding her in place with the other hand. He thrust into her welcoming body and she shouted, “Yes, please, yes, Ryan! Harder…you feel so good. Please don’t stop.” He increased the force and was literally slamming into her body when she came so hard he couldn’t move, her upper body jerking forward and crashing into his chest.
“Jesus, Daphne…you’re so tight, I can’t move. Yes, milk me.” She felt and saw the changes in him as he growled, “I’m going to come…ohfuckohfuck, Daphne.” She felt hot liquid coat the walls of her pussy, driving her into another orgasm, Ryan’s thumb circling her clit to make it last and last as she moaned in pleasure.
When she felt her back touch the bed, she exhaled deeply and threw her arms out to the side. Ryan held her hips, moving in short powerful thrusts as the last of his come emptied into Daphne’s body. When he was dry, he rotated his shoulders and stared at her. “Daphne…”
“I hope you have excellent recovery time. I’m going to need more of that, Ryan.”
With an exhausted laugh, he withdrew and collapsed on his back beside her. “That was fucking incredible. I’ve never come so hard in my life, Daphne.”
“Neither have I and I would like to experience it often.” She rolled to her side, staring at him. “I wish we could see ourselves. In a mirror or something. I’d love to see what your whole body looks like when you’re fucking me.” He stared at her hungrily. “I missed you, Ryan. I missed you so very much.”
He laid his palm over her cheek and whispered, “I’ll do anything to see you smile, Daphne. I’m so sorry for what you went through, but everything led you to me and I’m so grateful to have you in my life.” He leaned over to kiss her and she sighed against his mouth as her hands moved over him, absorbing the warmth of his skin, and loving the texture so different from hers.
Tugging her close to his side, he said into her hair, “I love you and no one will ever hurt you again.”
“You’re the only man I’ve ever been truly in love with and I won’t let you regret letting me stay, Ryan.”
“Daphne, the only regret I have is not going with you last year…so I could bring you back. I’ll never make the mistake of thinking I can live without you again.” For the rest of the day, Ryan made love to her again and again. He healed her a little more with each kiss, amazed at how she was healing him in return.
As they held one another, sleepy and sated, Ryan whispered how glad he was not to be alone anymore. Daphne smiled against his neck and told him, “Never lonely again, Ryan. Never again.”
The Barter System
Some people will go to great lengths to get their research. Riya O’Connell is working on her dissertation in Male Sexuality and decides to create a website called "The Barter System" where she requests applications from men around the country willing to participate in her research. She eventually narrows down her thousands of submissions to eight men.
They will give her viable data, cover her expenses while in their company, and ensure she reaches her next destination safely. In return, Riya will give them…whatever they want.
As her project progresses, Riya realizes she’s chosen the eight men in the country who would love her well and that she could easily love in return. Subject after subject is left behind with a small piece of her heart. Driven by her need to understand male sexuality, she refuses to quit no matter how difficult it becomes to keep going. Her presence creates a ripple effect over the lives of her subjects and paths cross that might not have been possible without her. Finding where her heart ultimately belongs may be an education she didn’t plan on.
About the Author
Shayne McClendon is an erotica author and blogger who has received rave reviews for her premiere novel “The Barter System”. Other projects being released this year are: “In the Service of Women”, “To Everything”, vampire erotica “Revenge is Best Served Hot”, and novella trilogy “Command”, “Bound”, and “Submit” that take place in an imaginary adult hotspot called The Playground.
Shayne believes love crosses all boundaries, social castes, races, genders, and belief systems. If you are lucky enough to find soul-deep love, you should fight for it. She currently lives in Oklahoma wrangling teenagers, opening doors for her pets, and running her content writing company. She dreams of peace, quiet, travel, and always having plenty of coffee.
Shayne loves to hear from her fans. You can contact her by email at [email protected] or visit her website Always the Good Girl (www.alwaysthegoodgirl.com). All of her work is available on Amazon.
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