Page 238 of Love in Riverbend
I blink, trying to understand his question. “Another…?”
“I fucking want you, more than I thought possible.”
“I’m here.” The ache between my legs is growing with need.
“Tell me to stop right now.”
“Why would I do that?”
“Because if we go through with this, I’m not going to ghost you. You’ll be stuck with me until you tell me to go.”
An ache forms in my chest. “Don’t make promises you don’t intend to keep. I want this. Tomorrow is tomorrow. I want to live in today.” My pleas must have been heard. All at once, I close my eyes and arch my back as Ricky’s lips capture mine, and he plunges deep inside me. My body stretches to accommodate his presence.
Ricky’s movements still. “Look at me, Marilyn.”
I open my eyes, lost in a swirl of chocolate, dark and light.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
Swallowing, I nod. “You’re bigger than I remember.” I see his smile and the small dimples indenting his cheeks.
“You’re as tight as I remember. Are you good?”
“I’m good,” I say. “I have the feeling I could be better if you stopped talking and did something with the massive cock currently in my pussy.”
Ricky’s laugh fills the room. “Oh, you want me to do something with my cock.”
I lift an eyebrow. “If you’re up to it.”
To my utter shock and surprise, Ricky pulls out. Before I can verbalize my disappointment, he lifts my ass, encouraging me to turn. With my face on the pillow and ass in the air, Ricky slaps one cheek of my behind and then the other. The sting refocuses me. Without hesitation, he thrusts deeper than before, sending fireworks through my nervous system.
There’s nothing gentle in what he’s doing. The intense grip on my hips and the ferocity of his thrusts dominate my thoughts. Within me, anticipation begins to build, like adding heat to a pressure cooker. The friction is intense. For a moment, I think about what he’s doing to my body. Tomorrow, I’ll remember this with each step. Now, I don’t want it to stop. The room fills with the sounds of two bodies, slapping and pounding. My entire body is on full alert.
Despite never having experienced anything like this, I’m captivated by the sensation of immense fullness. Ricky’s curses fill my ears as synapse after synapse fires, the rattling of firecrackers before the explosive finale.
“Touch yourself,” he says between kisses to my back and shoulders.
I do as he says, finding my clit while purposely touching the slickness of his cock.
“Fuck, Marilyn.”
“Oh my God,” I pant. My muscles constrict. Every muscle. From my scalp to my toes. The eruption is second only to Mount Vesuvius. My entire body trembles. The screams filling the room are familiar, yet foreign. It takes me a minute to realize that I’m the one screaming.
Ricky’s deep roar comes moments later as his cock convulses within me.
With my body continuing to tremble, I collapse onto my stomach, unsure if I’m even capable of rolling. Ricky’s weight covers me, our bodies still connected.
He tenderly eases my long hair away from my neck and gently peppers my cheek, my neck, and my shoulder with kisses. His voice breaks through the puddle that remains of my mind and body. “I think it’s fair to say you came twice.”
Opening my eyes, I meet his sparkling gaze. “I mean, it was okay.”
Ricky slowly separates our union, leaving me with a sense of emptiness.
I feel the mattress move and hear him in the attached bathroom, yet my body is still immobile. Thoughts of him leaving now threaten my orgasmic bliss, until he returns, a warm washcloth in hand.
“Roll over.”
Shaking my head, I stifle a laugh. “I don’t think I can move.”
