Page 90 of Say Yes to the Nemesis
Wren’s cheeks flush as she nods slowly. “I want you, Ryan. I always do.”
Her words make something tighten in my chest.
I reach over to my bedside table, pulling open the drawer to grab a condom. The foil packet crinkles between my fingers as I tear it open, a sound that seems impossibly loud in the quiet room. Wren watches me with curious eyes as I roll the latex down my length with practiced ease.
Instead of positioning myself over her as she might expect, I shift onto my back, resting my head against the pillows. Her brow furrows slightly in confusion.
“Come here,” I say, my voice gentle but firm. I pat my thighs in invitation. “I want you to ride me.”
Her eyes widen, a flash of uncertainty crossing her features. “I… I don’t know how,” she admits, a blush spreading across her cheeks.
I reach for her hand, tugging her toward me. “I’ll show you. You’ll be a natural.”
She moves hesitantly, straddling my thighs just as she did earlier when we were still clothed. The difference now is that there’s nothing between us, and the heat of her core hovers tantalizingly close to my cock. I run my hands up her thighs, settling them on her hips.
“Take your time,” I tell her, fighting the urge to thrust upward. “Go at your own pace.”
Wren nods, determination replacing the uncertainty in her eyes. She rises up slightly on her knees, reaching between us to grasp my cock. The touch of her fingers, even through the condom, makes me inhale sharply. She positions me at her entrance, the head of my cock brushing against her slick folds.
Slowly, so slowly it’s almost torture, she begins to lower herself onto me. The tight heat of her pussy envelops the head of my cock. I have to bite my lip to keep from groaning too loudly. She pauses, her breath catching, adjusting to the intrusion.
“You okay?” I ask, my voice strained with the effort of holding still.
She nods, a small smile playing at her lips. “It just feels… different like this. Deeper. Your dick is huge, in case you missed the memo.”
My dick throbs as though pleased by her words.
I guide her with my hands on her hips, helping her take me inch by inch. The sight of her above me, her hair falling around her shoulders, her lips parted in concentration, is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. When she finally settles fully onto me, taking my entire length, I realize I’ve never been harder in my life.
“Christ, Chirp,” I murmur, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips. “You feel amazing.”
She experiments with a small roll of her hips. The sensation pulls a groan from deep in my chest. Her eyes widen at my reaction, a flicker of pride crossing her features. She does it again, this time with more confidence.
“That’s it,” I encourage, helping her find a rhythm. “Just like that.”
She throws her head back, her hair cascading down her back as she begins to move in earnest. Her hands rest on my chest for balance as she rises up before sinking back down, taking me deeper each time. The sight of my cock disappearing into herpussy, slick with her arousal, is almost enough to send me over the edge.
I force myself to focus, to stay present. I want to make this good for her, want to watch her come apart around me again. She’s riding me harder now, her confidence growing with each movement. Her breasts bounce with the motion, her nipples hard peaks that I can’t resist reaching up to tease.
She moans when I pinch one nipple lightly, her rhythm faltering momentarily before resuming with renewed vigor. Her hips snap against mine, the sound of skin against skin filling the room along with our mingled breaths and moans.
I slip my hand between us, my thumb finding her clit among her slick folds. She gasps at the contact, her eyes flying open to meet mine. I rub gentle circles around the sensitive bud, watching as pleasure transforms her features.
“Ryan,” she begs, voice breaking. “Please, more.”
“I know what you need, sweetheart. Let it build. Don’t rush.”
I increase the pressure slightly, matching the rhythm of my thumb to the motion of her hips. Her movements become more erratic, less controlled, a sign that she’s chasing her pleasure.
“God, it’s so fucking good,” she says. “I love the way you touch me.”
Watching her fuck me is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, her inhibitions completely gone as she uses my body for her pleasure. Hearing her say that makes it hard to keep a steady rhythm.
“That’s it, baby,” I encourage. I feel her pussy start to contract around my cock. “That’s it. Are you going to come?”
She nods, her eyes squeezed shut in concentration, her hips snapping in a crazed rhythm that tells me she’s close. The sight of her like this, uninhibited and beautiful in her pleasure, makes something in my chest tighten.
“Eyes on me, Chirp,” I command softly. “I want you to know who’s making you come.”
