Page 19 of Storm the Night

“Ryder, that was magic. Your cock is magical.” We broke out laughing hysterically.

“You’re a mess, but your pussy is magical. Guess we make a good pair.” We continued to laugh before she slid off me and covered herself up with the blankets. I got up to get a washcloth to clean us both up. “You wanna take a shower?”

“I wanna pee. But then I kinda just wanna climb back in bed with you. Is that ok?”

Wasn’t sure how many times I had to tell her but, “Yeah, it’s ok. Whatever you want, pretty girl.”

“I like when you call me that. It makes me feel special.” She was blushing.

“You should feel treasured, because you are special.” I leaned over the top of her and whispered, “You make me hate the world a little less…my Grace.”

She kissed me again and then hopped out of the bed. I fell back onto my back and stared at the ceiling. I couldn’t believe the line we had just crossed. What was going to happen next? Ididn’t know but I knew I needed her in my life from that moment forward.

Chapter 15

Calliope

Things had been amazing with Ryder since our first time together. It’d been 5 months post-divorce and living with Ryder had been a dream. Sometimes it made me sad to think about how much life I’d waisted and the life I could’ve had all along, but I try not to get stuck in those thoughts. I'm so thankful every day that I met Ryder when I did.

Standing in the kitchen, I was trying to surprise Ryder with dinner. I was making spaghetti with garlic bread. Everything was just about done and then I would just need to add the sauce. I planned it pretty well so that it would be ready by the time he got home.

The stove timer went off, so I grabbed a potholder and pulled the tray of bread out of the oven. It smelled so good. Turning the stove off, I pulled the bread off the pan and put it into a big bowl. I was so happy that I felt jumpy. In my hyper state, I turned toofast and my hand hit the jar of sauce, knocking it off the counter and making it shatter all over the floor.

Suddenly, I was very aware that I was still dealing with some PTSD around Colin because the sound of the glass shattering took me back to the day he knocked the glass of water out of my hand and it shattered all over the floor. There was a ringing in my ears as I looked at the mess on the floor, my body frozen in place. There was a faint noise in the background, but I couldn’t make out what it was, I was stuck staring at the red sauce covering the wall and floor, and shattered glass everywhere. “Oh no.” I whispered to myself. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’ll clean it up. Shit.”

“Grace, don’t move.” I heard in the distance. “Grace! Look at me.”

Finally, I looked up through teary eyes and could make out a figure. “I’m so sorry. I’ll clean it up. Please don’t be mad. I’ll clean it up right now.”

“No, Grace. Don’t move. Let me help you.”

Wiping my eyes, I looked up again and it was Ryder. Sucking in a breath, I felt like I could fall into a sobbing fit and I was trying so hard not to. “Oh my god. I don’t know what happened, Ryder. It’s all messed up.”

“Hey, pretty girl. Look at me. It’s ok. It can all be cleaned up and I’m going to help you. I don’t want you to cut yourself though so do me a favor and sit on the counter there.”

Looking behind me to make sure the counter was clear, I lifted myself to sit on top. Ryder cleaned everything up so fast and so quietly. He didn’t say a word until he said, “I think your pretty rug is a goner though.”

I smiled through a sniffle and nodded. “I really liked that rug.”

He walked over to me, wedging himself between my legs. “Hey, we will buy you ten more. It’s ok. You didn’t cut yourself anywhere, did you?”

“No, I’m just so damn clumsy. I’m really sorry.”

“If you don’t stop apologizing, woman. Shit happens.” He rubbed his hands up and down my arms and then leaned in and kissed me. I would never get tired of his kisses. Every single one was so passionate, even the slightest peck. I crave him all the time.

Suddenly, all my panic from the mess was gone. He does that though. Where I become a frazzled mess, Ryder is good at making situations calm, and he’s really good at doing it with his lips.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and hooked my ankles behind his waist to trap him to me. “Touch me.” He brought his hands up under my shirt, caressing my skin as he made his way up to my tits. “My body always aches for you.” He kissed me again, slipping his tongue in my mouth, teasing me slowly as he ran his hands all over every inch of skin from my back to my sides, to my neck and even my stomach. It always feels like he’s discovering a new part of me that I never knew existed, even though it’s my body, because I’d never been touched the way he touches me.

“We can come back to dinner.” I said to him. With each kiss, my nerves settled a little more. Kissing my neck, he ran his tongue up to the back of my ear. I never knew how erotic that felt. He still hadn't said a word, just blew his warm breath over every piece of exposed skin. “Tell me. Tell me how to make you feel good, Ryder.”

He slowly kissed my jaw line and then leaned his head back to look at me and brushed the hair out of my face. Ryder picked me up and carried me over to the couch, sitting down with me still straddling him. His grip on my hips was firm but gentle andhe began to move my hips back and forth over him and I could feel him getting harder beneath me. Lifting my shirt, he brought it over his head so he was underneath and grabbed my tits, taking turns sucking each one, making me moan. Everything he does is slow and deliberate, making it feel almost torturous.

Reaching my hand between us, I undid his jeans button and zipper, letting my my hand slide inside to feel him, bare, the silkiness of his cock, so smooth inside my hand as I pumped him. A growl came from within his chest but still said nothing.

Finally, I pulled away and climbed off him to kneel between his legs. I knew how to make him happy. He didn’t need to tell me. He helped me slide his jeans down just a little ways so I could pull his cock out. His eyes looked heavy, lustful. Precum was already beading at the tip of his cock so I leaned in, licking it off before wrapping my mouth around him. He moaned and his head fell back against the couch.

“You like that, Ryder?” I looked up at him with a smile. He didn’t say anything, just rubbed the side of my face, so I took him in my mouth again, this time twisting my hand back and forth as I sucked him.

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