She can’t mean to . . . drop down onto me . . .
Fuck!
Dahlia cries out as she takes my cock all the way inside her.
That must have fucking hurt her . . . but, oh God . . . too good.
Before I can do anything to help her, my orgasm starts tearing through me. My hands grip her hips as her core ripples around me. I continue releasing deeply inside her warmth, lost in her embrace. Nothing has ever felt so damn good before, but as I slowly start gaining my control, I notice the tears on Dahlia’s face.
Embarrassment, and my own pain at hurting Dahlia, starts to surface so I do the only thing I can think of right now while we’re still connected—I pull her down into my arms.
“I’m sorry.” I kiss her on the head. “I’m so damn sorry, babe. I wouldn’t have hurt you for anything.”
She shakes her head. “It wasn’t your fault. I’m the own who dropped down on you when you were so close to coming.”
I feel like such a bastard. “When I felt you so wet, warm and tight around me, I lost what little control I had. If I’d know you wanted me to take it all the way, I’d have come first so that didn’t happen.”
My hand caresses over her bottom and I’m surprised when she reacts by squeezing me.
“Stop that.” I tap her on the butt.
I roll her and growl when her legs wrap around my waist.
“Show me how it’s supposed to be,” she whispers.
“Oh babe.” I drop my forehead to hers. “Are you still hurting?”
“No.”
“Would you tell me if you were?” I frown.
“No.” She smiles. “Make love to me, Ryder.”
Still buried inside her, my dick starts to swell with arousal, again. She’s so snug and the more I swell, the more pleasure I feel.
It’s going to be as difficult as all hell to leave the warmth of her body, but for now, I’m going to do as she asked and make love to her.
Dahlia
When the pain of Ryder’s penetration tore through me, I thought my body was going to split in two. I knew there was going to be pain, but I hadn’t expected what I got. The pain is gone now, and I feel good. In fact, I feel more than good.
As Ryder hardens inside me, I’m starting to feel shards of pleasure from my core to my breasts and nipples. It’s a dizzying sensation, especially when you combine it with the one making my stomach quiver with delight. Ryder is the sexiest guy I’ve ever seen and having him in my arms naked is amazing. He slowly slides his dick back and forth in my pussy, causing goose bumps to break out over my sensitive breasts. When he moves, his chest hair tickles my nipples, and in turn, the pleasure from them causes ripples of pleasure to flutter along my channel, and grip his length.
His one arm wrapped around me, keeps me close, while the other grips my butt to hold me against him as he moves.
I chance a look into his eyes and see the struggle he’s having holding back.
“Do you feel that,” he bites off. “God, you feel so good. I’ve dreamt about having my cock buried inside you. About how you’d feel.” He leans downs and gently nibbles on my shoulder. “I’ve stroked one off thinking about that—about your pussy sucking me inside your wet, tight heat.”
I moan and grab hold of his ass to keep him against me while I grind my hips.
He groans and pants.
“You need to keep your hands to yourself.”
“I’m close, Ryder.”
I moan when he presses both his hands into my back, holding me tightly to him as he picks up the pace.
All I can hear in the room is our heavy breathing and the wet slapping of hips as Ryder fills me.
His head dips and his mouth captures one of my nipples. He massages the tight bud between his tongue and the roof of his mouth.
I’m not sure how much more I can take.
My stomach is quivering, my nipples are nearly painful with how hard they are and I’m so wet with pleasure that I feel my body begging for release. Ryder stops thrusting, and with sweat on his brow, starts to grind against me.
I feel his dick lengthen seconds before he starts to rub my clit with his finger.
My whole body shudders and spasms in pleasure. I clamp down on Ryder’s dick and writhe under him as I hear him groan before feeling his warm release along my still rippling walls.
Ryder collapses on top of me with a groan, and then tries to roll us both over, but I tighten my arms around him to keep him close.
“I’m too heavy,” he says into my neck while still trying to catch his breath.
“I like it.” I pinch his butt and smile when he groans.
I’ve experienced orgasm before with Ryder, but never, have I experienced anything as strongly as just now. I’m sure I’ve lost brain cells.
“Is it always like that?”
Ryder raises his head and kissing my nose, he seems to hesitate before saying, “Only with someone special.”
I smile and caress up and down his back.
Holding me against him, Ryder slowly withdrawals from between my aching thighs and rolls on to his back taking me with him.
I’m sprawled over his chest and even though he hasn’t said it, I’m sure he loves me. I know I’m in love with him. I also know that’s the reason why that felt so amazing. Because we were making love to each other, not fucking or having sex, but making love.
“You need a bath with plenty of bubbles so you aren’t too sore.”
I blush at his words.
His chest vibrates with laughter. “After that little display, how can you be embarrassed?”
“I’m not sure you need to think about me wet and slippery right now.”
With eyes still filled with amusement, he rolls me to my back, kisses me quickly on the lips, and jumps from the bed.
“Give me a minute to run the bath.”
I sigh, admiring the view of his delicious body as he heads for the bathroom. I listen when he disappears inside, and before long, I hear the taps running. My body feels sated but, if I’m honest, there is a slight soreness between my legs.
Where I would have thought I’d feel guilt for being with Ryder while he’s still married, there is none. Thinking back on it, I’m not sure why I made us wait.
I’ve no idea how the mind works, but I’m so glad I’m with him. I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else the way I’ve been with Ryder.
“Babe?” Ryder questions, and I shake my head to look up at him. I didn’t even see him come in, so lost in my thoughts. My eyes travel up his body—he’s as naked as the day he was born—and heat fills my cheeks. I can’t believe that my body is practically humming for him.
As I look him over, he groans and his cock twitches.
“Enough of that. C’mon.” He lifts me into his arms, and carries me into the bathroom. “The water shouldn’t be too hot.”
He steps into the tub and lowers us both down into the warm water and bubbles. The water washes over us but it doesn’t crest the side of the tub—obviously—he was planning for both of us to be in the bath together as it has the perfect amount of water in it.
With slight rearrangement, I find myself resting between his legs, my back to his chest as he holds me snug around the waist.
I’ve never been more content.
“Are you all right?” he whispers against my ear.
“I really am fine.” I turn slightly and kiss his bicep. “In fact, I feel great and want to know when we can do that again.”
He groans as I wiggle against his hardening cock, which is squashed between us.
“Hold that thought.” His voice is heavy and I know he’s fighting back his desire. “You’re going to be sore after everything we just did.”
“Hmm,” I moan, stretching back so my breasts are visible above the water. “I have my ways to get what I want.”
He jerks against my back.
His fingers trail down to my pussy sending pinpricks of pleasure rippling through me. I gasp at the sensati
ons flooding through me, but as he presses around the entrance to my core, I hiss and try to move away from the pain.
“I hate it when you’re right,” I mumble, not happy at all.
“In this instance, I wish I was wrong.”
He kisses me on top of my head.
“Are you not angry at me for what I did?” I ask the question that I’ve been worrying about.
“I’m not angry—never. I wish I’d known you wanted to go as far as we did so we could have gone slower, and hopefully, caused you less pain.” His arms contract around my waist. “But I hope you realize that you’re not going to get away from me now.” He tilts my face up and gazes into my eyes. “I love you.”
My eyes fill with tears.
“I love you, too. I couldn’t have done everything that we have without being in love with you.”
“I know.” He gives me a smug smile.
I gently splash water at him.
He captures my hand between his. “No matter what happens in the future, please don’t forget how much I love you.”
What’s he telling me?
“Don’t look so worried.” He leans forward and seals his lips with mine, and all the worry that his last words evoked slowly start to disappear.
Chapter Fifteen
Ryder
A new day, and last night, a new part of our relationship began.
It was more than I thought we could have between us and being at this cabin makes me want to stay here with Dahlia forever. While we’re here, neither one of us has anything to deal with. We’ve just spent our days and nights together without any outside interference and the rest of the trip looks like it will be the same. The fact that the cabin is cozy makes it all the more enjoyable and, with the snow blanketing the world outside, I have a secluded feeling. One I’m afraid to break.
Waking up to Dahlia asleep, naked in my arms, fills my heart with so much love for her. After keeping her in my arms a few minutes longer, I quickly get up and shove my legs into jeans before I slip my hard cock inside her. She’s going to be sore after last night in the bed. I need to find the strength to stay away from her today so she has time to heal.
I head to the kitchen and start pulling out all the stuff I need to make her breakfast. With the bacon sizzling on the stove, I forget everything when I turn to place the bread in the toaster and catch sight of a very sleepy Dahlia, leaning against the open door and wearing one of my tee shirts.
With a sexy smile, she slowly closes the distance between us until she’s leaning against me. Her fingers trace a hot trail along my ribs. “Morning,” she mumbles, sliding her fingers around to the nape of my neck.
I dip my head to meet her reaching mouth. As soon as our lips meet, my body goes from zero to a hundred in seconds. Breakfast forgotten, my hands grip her bottom and pull her against my aroused body.
Groaning, I deepen the kiss and slide a hand beneath her shirt, but hesitate when I remember she’s going to be sore. Calming the kiss, I pull away and enjoy seeing the sleepy smile covering her lips.
She’s beautiful and all I’d like to do is take her back to bed, but I can’t do that right now.
“Morning, babe.” I kiss her nose. “Did you sleep well?” I ask, brushing the hair back from her brow.
“Best sleep ever.” She smiles, which turns slowly into a frown. “It would have been better if I’d woken up with you next to me.”
“Ah.” I pull her into my arms. “I wanted to stay in bed all day with you, but you’re going to be sore. The last thing I want to do is cause you more pain. We need to find something else to do today so I don’t end up having you on your back.”
She rubs my back before pulling out of my arms to sit on one of the stools at the counter. “I think I’m more sorer from the snowboarding than last night.”
I pass her a cup of coffee and watch as she wraps her hands around it to take a sip. She’s amazing and I want to kiss her as she closes her eyes to enjoy the warmth of the coffee. I fight back the urge to scoop her up in my arms.
“The bath would have helped, but trust me, from what I know, you’ll be in more pain than pleasure if I try to enter you.”
Grabbing the bacon from the grill before it’s incinerated, I drop it down on our plates and turn to warm the sausage and pancakes in the microwave. The scent of breakfast fills the air and my stomach grumbles in hunger, and not just for food. I turn back to Dahlia, whose eyes are on me—they’re always on me.
“Apart from the obvious, what do you want to do today?”
“Depending on the weather, we could drive to Burlington and have a look around there.”
Setting Dahlia’s breakfast down in front of her, I sit beside her, and agree, “Okay. I’ll check the weather and road reports after we’ve eaten.”
Chomping down on the crispy bacon, my thoughts turn to last night . . . again. I mean, how can they not? It was definitely a turning point in our relationship and, until it happened, I’d had no idea that she’d changed her mind about waiting. She has my heart so there’s no worry about me looking elsewhere, which would have been a laugh, considering the life I’ve been living.
“Hey.” Dahlia nudges me, “What’s going on in that head of yours?”
I glance at her from the corner of my eye before finishing off a pancake. Draining the rest of my coffee, I face her and turn her so her legs are between mine.
Her eyes flare with heat when my hands slide along her thighs.
“Put those wicked thoughts on hold, babe.” I bend and kiss her lips. “Last night.” I raise a brow.
She starts to blush. “What about last night?”
“I’m not complaining, but are you all right after everything that went down?” I ask, feeling slightly unsure.
“If I wasn’t sure, then I wouldn’t have done anything. The difference between our relationship and that of my mom and Reece’s dad has finally sunk in. I’m good with it.” She offers a wry smile. “I knew it would hurt so I figured it would be over quicker going about it the way I did.” Shrugging her shoulders, her smile deepens and fills her whole face with happiness. I watch as her eyes start to light up.
“It was hot. I had no idea you’d feel so good inside me.” She laughs and the sound goes straight to my groin. “All hard against my softness . . . and long so that you prolonged my pleasure while I rippled along the length of your dick.”
What the hell?
My erection throbs behind my zipper at her words, and she knows damn well what she’s doing to me. She reaches out and presses her palm against the ache.
I want nothing more than to open my jeans and lift her up in my arms to impale her on my dick.
Clenching my jaw, I stand and place a hard kiss to her lips before resting my forehead against hers. “You make me crazy, you know that?”
My eyes follow her tongue as she moistens her lips.
“Hmm.”
All my good intentions are about to fly straight out the window, but then she smiles and pushes me out of her space. I shudder as her one finger trails up the length of my erection.
“Tonight, big boy,” she laughs before clearing her throat. “Um, Ryder, perhaps you should go and have a cold shower while I check on the weather and roads.”
Closing my eyes, I inhale deeply. With a slow exhale, I open my eyes again and pin Dahlia with a heated glare.
“After today, you better be prepared, because I’ve no plans to let you out of that bed tomorrow . . . unless, of course, it’s to lie in front of the fire while I love you.” I smirk and head into the bedroom, hoping like hell she has more sense than to follow me right now.
Stripping my jeans down my legs, I sigh with relief when my cock has freedom. My balls are so damn full that it’s a wonder I can walk.
Tossing the jeans on the bed, I head to the bathroom and step into a cold shower.
Dahlia
Huddled in our jackets in the bustling town of Burlington, Ryder and I hold hands while strolling around College Str
eet and the variety of stores and restaurants.
It’s so beautiful with the snow and the lights on all the trees. Although it’s early afternoon the dark clouds have moved in, causing the town to feel like its early evening in a winter wonderland. The lights on the trees sparkle and create an enchanting atmosphere that makes me feel warm and cozy with the man beside me.
He hasn’t let go of me since we arrived here, and I’m not complaining. He fills me with so much love and hope for our future that, for once, I’m letting all my doubts fall away, and putting my trust in Ryder. I’m trusting him to not break my heart.
“Hey, babe. You hungry?” Ryder pulls me against his body and wraps his arm around my neck, before kissing the top of my head.
I wrap my arm around his waist. “I could eat.”
As we walk, neither of us makes a move to find somewhere. We’re both obviously content—I know I am when I’m wrapped up in him.
“What about Vermont Pub and Brewery? Liam told me their food isn’t to be missed,” he offers.
“I’m good with wherever you want to go. Just lead the way.”
I feel the smile against my forehead before he pulls away and takes my hand again. With a slight tug, he gets my feet moving toward the pub and as we walk up the steps to the entrance, I feel excited to be here.
Entering, the warmth hits us and until now I hadn’t realized just how cold it is outside.
The server greets us and we follow her to a cozy table for two by the window; she leaves us with menus after taking our drink order.
“This place is amazing, and the food looks delicious,” I comment when a server passes our table to deliver food to the table beside ours.
“It does. I’m glad I was listening when Liam mentioned this place.”
I snigger. “You tuned out . . . on Liam?”
“Just the same as you did once he started going on about Burlington. To be honest, I had no idea someone could know so much about a town they’d never lived in.”
“Well, he certainly loves it here.” I glance at the menu in my hand when my stomach growls.
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