Mistake Me Not

Chapter Eleven-2

Her mouth parched when she saw the reality of his probe bobbing between his legs. He took himself in one hand as he came down on top of her, nibbling her lips, her chin, her throat. His hands were on her breasts followed by his mouth and his thickness prodded her entrance.

One of his arms came around her waist and he sucked her tongue into his mouth. Lifting her from the bed, he moved his arm from her waist to her hips, tilting her, opening her for maximum penetration potential. She’d forgotten how to breathe. Her eyes welled just looking at the girth of him, and now that girth was jabbing its way inside her. Yet the pulse of him became the pulse of her.

His body stilled. When she blinked, he was there with her, looking down into her eyes with a dedication that had her tearing up for a different reason.

“Ryder?” she whispered, sliding her hand to the side of his neck. “What’s the matter?”

“You’re my heaven. You’re it, Lacie.” A swelling of emotion released her tears. “I didn’t mean to upset you, baby,” he said, stroking her hair with engulfing affection.

“You haven’t,” she said, lifting her head to kiss him. “This is… it’s better than I would have ever imagined.”

“It’s about to get a whole lot better,” he said and kissed her again.

This was the point she readied herself to be impaled by his colossal insistence, but it didn’t come. His kiss lost some of its hunger as he kissed his way down to her chest. Her eyes rolled back when his mouth found her n****e. The wave crashed to the shore when his hand moved down her belly to the slush between her thighs. One finger slid inside, she hissed at the unexpected invasion. The knuckle of his thumb pressed against her c**t and her whole body bucked up toward his. A second finger joined the first. Of their own volition, her legs moved higher coiling themselves around his waist, trying desperately to bring him down into her.

“Wait, baby,” he whispered. “You’re tight. I don’t want to hurt you.”

His words bred her whimper. She wanted him. The fear was gone. Her hips undulated against his fingers until he didn’t move at all. Sliding up and down his digits, she wriggled against his thumb. Her short little pants were punctuated by his kisses.

“My god,” he sighed.

It wasn’t for her, but she pushed hard up against him as a blast of pleasure burst inside her. On a gasp, she said his name and pushed up. He stroked her over the edge again, doing the work for her spent body.

Flopping back against the mattress, she didn’t want to open her eyes, didn’t want this divine moment to end. Remaining beneath him, she wriggled down but his hands clamped her hips in place.

Opening her eyes, she saw that brutal intensity again. His next kiss was harsh, punishing, but so complete he reached down inside of her and stole her soul. His hands massaged her breasts like they were his, like it was his god given right to have his hands on her anywhere he pleased, anytime. But that was what she wanted. On another whimper, she breathed into his mouth. He slid down her, sampling her, l*****g, sucking, nibbling every part of her, learning the routes and stops he’d need from here on in.

The sharp drag of his teeth on her n****e drew a yelp. Her body spasmed up again in desperation to have him have her, but still he did not. His mouth moved lower and lower and when his hands gripped her inner thighs, the sting of his strength was salved with his tongue. He circled her entrance, lapping the juice of her previous release, and tasted his way to her center.

He kissed and licked her. She struggled to stay still; she wanted to move against him, to use him to pleasure her. Except he was doing it, taking all control by holding her firmly in place for his consumption. Her body fought against his hands now, not out of displeasure but in a desire to get closer, to mate, to be one, to move each moment on to the next. When he sucked her into his mouth, she screeched. He salved her briefly only to pinch at her with his teeth.

As his tongue dragged around her, again she screamed out his name. “Ryder! Oh god!”

The pounding in her chest was matched by that in her head and loins. Pleasure like this should be illegal. The experience was so heady that stars flashed in front of her. Her whole body tingled with the endorphins he’d poured into her and stirred up into a frenzy.

“You okay?” he asked.

Only now did she realize that he was at her side again. He stroked her hair and kissed her shoulder and her neck.

“I’ve never…” she panted. “I mean this is…”

“Hey, it’s okay.”

He rose above her again, but the agony in his eyes had her coming up short. Her hands leaped to his chest.

When he brushed her cheek, she realized she was crying again. “I’m sorry,” she said, swiping at her cheeks. “I’m ruining it and it’s perfect, Ryder. You’re perfect, everything’s so…”

“Perfect?” he asked. She nodded appreciating his joke. “I want you to be happy. I want you to have pleasure and I want to be the one delivering it.”

“I’ve never… Like this, with someone I… not like this, nothing has been like this, but—”

“You’ve never had an o****m with a man,” he said. She shook her head. Stroking her again, he kissed her hair. “You won’t have to worry about that anymore now, will you?” She shook her head again. “I’m doing okay?”

Her laugh was half sob, but she nodded. “You’re doing more than okay.”

“I know,” he said with a cheeky glint. “You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever… you’re just the hottest thing.”

Though he lay on his side next to her as n***d as she was, despite all they’d just done, when his eyes slid down her body, she suppressed an internal shiver.

“You’re big,” she said, speaking her mind with him as had become their custom.

The statement didn’t garner a response. His hand slid down from under her breast to her abdomen. She knew where it was headed so grabbed it to stop its journey.

“You’ve played with me enough tonight,” she said. “You’ll ruin me.”

“I plan to,” he said. “Over and over again.”

He tried to take his hand from her grip but when she held fast, he desisted. “What’s wrong?”

“I want your d**k in me.”

“That’s about as straight talking as it comes.”

“It’s what I want,” she said, letting her fingers curl around his length, gauging his size with a squeeze. His breathing grew shallow, and his hand moved back to her breast, testing her flesh, it seemed, as an anchor to combat the motion of her hand. “You’re big.”

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said.

The elbow he’d been propped on gave out so he could nestle her closer. When she squeezed tighter, he hissed out a breath.

Lacie released him and urged him to his back so she could roll on top of him. Her shoulders were narrower than his chest, but she’d always been little. Her breasts pillowed her ribs from his. The crush had her rubbing them against him enjoying the rasp of his hair against her engorged n*****s.

His blunt head nudged her when her legs slid down on either side of his. Sitting up, she sandwiched him between her folds and undulated back and forth. His solidity gave resistance against her nub that encouraged her own panting. Holding her hair up, away from her neck, she ground up and down, back and forth, rolling her c**t, squeezing it between her pubic bone and his erection. Her juices coated him reducing the friction but increasing her speed.

In the melee of her gratification, she’d almost forgotten what her pleasure was attached to until two huge hands closed over her breasts and pinched her n*****s. Instantly she shattered. The cascade hit her again and she clawed at his hands, begging him closer before she collapsed over him and let out a long sigh.

“Now that was something,” he said moments later, stroking her hair.

Shame flooded her. Lacie pushed her hands to his chest, keeping them apart to look him in the eye. “I didn’t mean to do that. I’m sorry, I—”

“Would you stop apologizing,” he said, testing the weight of her breasts that hung between them. “That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen in my life. I want to be your s*x toy, day and night, whatever you need, baby, I’m there.”

“One of the hottest things?” she asked, dropping down, trapping his hands between her breasts and his chest.

“Right on a par with you walking out of that bathroom buck n***d. That’s the image I’ll replay on my deathbed.”

Nudging him, she laughed at his mischief, and kissed him one more time. “Should we use a c****m?”

“I’m clean,” he said. “Last physical was just two weeks ago. But if you’re more comfortable—”

“I’m on the Pill,” she said.

“I know. They’re in my jeans somewhere.”

“So you don’t mind if I…?”

“Ride me bareback? Not at all, baby, knock yourself out. I’m here for whatever you need.”

With a show of aloof male pride, he stretched his arms out then linked his fingers behind his head.

“You’re big, it might take me a minute to—”

“Hey,” he said suddenly all serious. “We don’t have to—”

She covered his mouth with her hand. “Shut up. I told you what I wanted.”

Their eyes locked; they just watched each other. Her hand slipped away and her mouth dropped to his. They kissed for an age. Slow, fast, nibbling, passionate, from one extreme to the other, learning each lilt and crevice. He clasped her rear to roll them onto their sides, holding her against him, her arms looped around his neck.

The raw union of their n***d bodies wanted more than the tangle of their tongues.

Her legs coiled around him, locking at the small of his back. He took control of her body and the mating of their mouths. Shifting one of his hands between them to rub her and test her opening, he stimulated her. Humidity built. When their eyes met again, the light had become shadow, and the moment so intimate, her heart opened to welcome his. When his finger slid free, the next occupier would stretch her; she throbbed with expectation.

With a fist around himself, he pressed into her. She hissed. He stilled with obvious panic on his face, and he wasn’t one to panic. Lacie took the opportunity to caress him. With a smile, she kissed away his concern. When he relaxed, her body did too, which let him bob that first inch in and out to get her accustomed to the invader.

His intention wasn’t veiled for long, he pushed in another inch. She swallowed her breath, pushing up to take him deeper. Never had she been stretched like this. Her limit was reached and surpassed, but she was determined to take all of him. They kissed and fondled, rocked together then his whole body went rigid. The glaze in his eyes wouldn’t let him blink them from hers.

The impact of that intensity filled her; he was inside her, all of him. The sting of her tissues brought an ache that made her want to pull back. But the sheer gratification of being so completely pushed to the limit was hedonistic. He filled her, stretched her, made way inside her for his occupation.

He remained static, like his body was teaching hers what was required. This was him and this was what she had to yield to accept him. His body wanted this space inside of her, and he’d take up residence to prove it.

Indulgence eased her tension; she pushed up at the moment he pushed down. Each and every stretched pore screamed for him in that c****x of anticipation again. He growled and braced her down, but her muscles clamped around him.

All the while, she panted his name. “Ryder,” she said. “Oh my god!”

“Baby,” he murmured. “You’re coming all over me and I haven’t even moved yet.”

Her apology never left her tongue when she saw the glee on his face; male pride and possession mixed with utter longing.

Lacie shuddered again. “You fit,” she whispered. “Just.”

“You’re god damn right I do,” he said and pulled back only to slide back in with delicious slowness.

Her insides gave to his will. He widened her as he extended himself within her. When he pulled out, she sucked him back in. With each tug he gave, each push, she yielded. Their synchronistic motion fused with the thrum of their simultaneous pleasure. The pace gathered, he was in her, out, in, her body wanted to explode, she couldn’t breathe fast enough but wanted more now, all of him.

“Yes!” she hollered. “Oh god, Ryder!” She gasped and he hit her deep, making her scream. He slowed for a moment, but she dug her nails into his shoulder. “Don’t stop!” she begged.

He hit hard again. That button pushed her over the edge, screaming for him as she clawed to take him within her. He growled and tensed, thrusting deep within her as she milked every drop of him, taking his seed inside of her, wanting every bit of him and then some more.

His weight came down on top of her; they lay together in the fog of their own humid panting. She stroked up and down wanting to soothe and care for the man who spoiled her. She kissed his shoulder. He rolled to his back keeping her in his arms, but slipped out of her body, which left her feeling oddly bereft. Now that he’d occupied her, she didn’t want to be deprived of his habitation.

“Do you want me to get a blanket?” she asked, kissing his chest.

“What for?” he asked, burying his face in her hair.

“We might get cold when we’re asleep.”

“Sleep,” he said. “What gave you the idea we were going to sleep?”

Lifting her head to witness the grin in his voice, she wasn’t sure if he was serious or not. “We’re done… aren’t we?”

He swept her up into his arms, she clambered to keep hold of him when with one motion he pounced onto his feet to stand in the center of the bed.

“Done? That was the prologue. Now we do it in the shower… we’ve got a lot of bases to cover tonight, baby. I told you that you wouldn’t get any sleep in my room.”

He leaped off the bed with her still in his arms. She wasn’t sure whether to scream or laugh, so she did a bit of both. Apparently, he was an ideas man, and she couldn’t fault him for that. This had already been the ride of her life; she had a feeling it wouldn’t end any time soon.