Page 99 of In Between Darkness
My legs tremble as I move to my knees, stretching my arms out to grab the elastic of his trousers to pull him closer to me. The metal zip glides down, exposing his pants; the only thing between me and more tantalising pleasure. Ryder helps in pulling his black cargos down. I see the outline of his manhood through the black shades of his pants, and my stomach flutters again. My eyes widen at its sheer size, and my fingers fumble at the elastic in an attempt to release the weapon hidden under his clothes. It stares back at me, released from its chains. The tip blushes at me as a strong desire to kiss it takes over me. I engulf his length in my mouth and dance my tongue around the tip. Ryder groans as the saliva accumulates in my mouth, slicking his length so that my tongue just rolls off. His manhood pulses inmy mouth as his hands tug at my hair. Our roles have reversed. I have him now. And after the show he just put on for me, I am going to rock his world.
I involuntarily gag as I suck deeper down his length, feeling the end of his dick greet my tonsils. Making a swirling action with my tongue, I see his eyes roll back in his head and hear a husky groan escape his lips, which warms my body. I find rhythm in my pace and travel up and down his shaft using one hand to grip the base of his throbbing member and slide it up and down. His muscles tense in my palm, encouraging me to keep up this pace. His hands tighten around my curls as the glide of my hand increases along his saturated shaft. I feel him losing control, but I don’t stop. He must feel it too because he steadies my head and releases himself from me, leaving a shimmering strand of saliva dangling from my bottom lip, still connecting me to his manhood.
He pushes me down onto the bed with great ease and wipes my lip with his rough thumb, his body moving closer to mine. The satin sheets whisper against my skin, and moonlight spills across the bed from the cracks in his blinds, turning the fabric into a fluorescent silver. His thumb slides into my mouth, then his index finger, whilst my tongue begs for more of him. Each digit becomes laced with dripping saliva. He traces them down to my clitoris and toys with it again before nudging at my entrance, making me moan. I watch as the corner of his mouth rises into a smirk as he lines his manhood against the lips of my pussy. I squeeze my eyes shut to better prepare myself for the impact.
“Open your eyes, I want you looking at me while your tight pussy throbs on my cock.” He orders and I obey, our eyes interlocked. “Now be a good girl and take this dick.” My heart flutters momentarily, then he thrusts into me with full force. I gasp. His cock fights against the tightness of my walls as hepushes deeper inside me, so deep I feel it in my belly button. My body tenses, and I let out another moan at the shock of his girth. The release I feel is so profound that it brings tears to my eyes. My hands search for something to grab, to steady my heartbeat. He goes slowly. Every inch of my body calls out in lust for him. It’s a pleasure so intense that it borders on pain, a molten wave that washes over me, stealing my breath and leaving me trembling in its wake. I run my fingernails down his back, feeling every ridge and scar on his body, deepening my connection to him. Every one of my nerve endings sings a symphony of pure, undying sensation. He leans into my neck, and his hot breath violates my ear.
“You feel so good…”
He slides out before thrusting back inside, deeper than before. My back arches, and the tone of my moans increase. His thrusts quicken. The heavenly encounters with my G-spot are so fast, the pleasure feels constant, creating an unexplainable, yet truly mesmerising, sensation that takes my body hostage. It begs to be released, cascading brilliantly, so much so that I feel a prison break is imminent.
“Oh Gods,” I exclaim, trying to catch my breath.
I claw my nails at his skin and relax into his touch, putting myself deeper at his mercy. He must feel my floodgates on the brink of breaking because he massages my clitoris, sending fiery sparks up and down my body, helping the gates to eventually burst.
“Don’t call out to them, they can’t make you feel as good as I can.” The molten wave crashes, sending my whole body spiralling in immense pleasure; a feeling almost too good to describe and much better than I fantasised about in my head - completely and utterly life-altering. “My name should be the only thing coming out of that pretty little mouth of yours.”
“Oh, Ryder!” I shout as my muscles clench and my breath hitches and my heart skips what feels like multiple beats. It pounds so loudly, I can hear it thumping in my eardrums. His name feels so natural on my tongue, almost as if it were meant to be there.
“Good girl.” He groans and I feel his cock throb around my tight walls.
Another pulse of electricity surges through me, making the hairs on my arms and neck stand up. I shiver. The wave crashes and the floodgates break open, his fingers manipulate my rosebud, and my body vibrates in complete harmony. I can’t stop my eyes from rolling back or my eyelids from fluttering. My body is no longer my own. I am but a rag doll in his grip. His lips curve at the power he has over me, but I don’t mind. My orgasms bring him closer to the brink of release, and I know I am intoxicating him too. His shaft pulses as my juices lubricate the entirety of it. Pure bliss enfolds my mind as my body relaxes and the orgasmic wave passes.
Ryder kisses me passionately and proceeds to bless me with three more groundbreaking and earth-shattering orgasms before finishing himself.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
The hot water engulfs my body, soothing my aches as it ripples around the outline of my presence. Ryder sits opposite me in the tub, his body wet and steaming. The water envelops him, covering his frame in a sparkly and glistening film, defining his muscles like a sculpture. Our knees brush every so often, lax with the soapy water, reawakening my senses every time.
“Let me do your back.” Ryder’s voice is low and soothing.
I swivel myself around, so he has a perfect view of my spine. He uses a sponge soaked in a sweet shower gel, which he dampens in the bath water to rub circles along my back. His thought of cleaning me is sweet, but I don’t think I could ever truly be clean after what dirty acts we just performed.
He kisses my neck as he squeezes the sponge above my head, leaving water to trickle down my back and weigh my hair. The curls are soon invisible, and each strand looks as if it has grown inches as they sprawl out in the water like octopus tentacles. Pearlescent bubbles surround us like a frothy white landscape, and I satisfyingly sieve my hands through them. The water makes rippling noises as Ryder’s body moves closer to mine. His legs shuffle forward so they lay on either side of me, and his muscly arms engulf me. My finger lightly traces over each obsidian vein in his arm whilst my head rests on the hard wall of his chest.
“You played the long game, stalker.” His raspy voice tickles my ear, and I giggle quietly at his remark.
“You know I never could back down from a challenge.” I turn into his kiss, and our lips collide, still as fiery and passionate as earlier. My stomach flutters as he pulls away, his breath heating the crook of my neck. He wraps a strong arm around me, and we sit in comfortable tandem with each other, embracing the warmth of the water. Who knew a Moon could make me feel so…safe.
“If challenge had any sense, it would back down from you.” His humour instils a laugh from me as I turn to face him. He gazes at me with warmth in his eyes that I have not seen much of, a look of adoration. A small smile curves on his full lips, and he wraps his hands around the delicate side of my waist, pulling me in closer to him; my bottom sliding across the smooth surface of the bath.
“What?” I look at him, confused at this new Ryder I am seeing for the first time. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
He shakes his head slightly and gazes wistfully into my eyes.
“You should do that more often.” He points to me, and my brows remain furrowed in confusion.
“Do what?” I question.
“Laugh… You look so beautiful when you laugh.”
My cheeks blush red, creating a contrast against the brown of my freckles, and I drop my vision to the vanilla clouds the bubbles have created. Why does he always make me feel like this?
“I could say the same about you.”
He brushes off my comment, just raising a single eyebrow. I feel his eyes still on me like a hawk, and my mind searches for reasons to take the spotlight off of my own. I settle with the first thing that springs to mind and scoop up a handful of foamy bubbles and blow them his way. He looks shocked as the white ball of foam hurls towards him, taking refuge on the tip of his nose. I laugh harder at the sight of him. A quiet symphony ofpops and crackles fill the air as the bubbles dance between the movements of our bodies.
“Hey!” he retorts before grabbing a handful of his own and moving in on me.
