It takes forever for me to catch my breath. I don't think I've ever come that hard, and it's definitely never been that good with an actual guy.

If that was any indication of what I can expect sex with Ryan to be like, it looks like I can toss my vibrator and save a ton of money on double A's.

He holds me for a long time too. I wasn't expecting that. I was preparing for him to move on as soon as I came but he's patiently holding me. His mouth is still on me but he's softly kissing now, carefully touching me and letting my body recover instead of being overenthusiastic and moving on before I'm ready.

I'm ready already!

One mind shattering orgasm apparently isn't enough to make me forget about Ryan's cock and how bad I want to feel it inside me. Besides, it wouldn't be fair not to return the favor, right?

It's a struggle to pull myself out of the cushions but I manage to sit up. Ryan catches me around the waist and I push him over backwards when I go to kiss him.

"Why are your clothes still on?" I ask as we land on the carpet.

He tastes like me now, but I don't mind.

"It wasn't about me."

He's flat on his back with his hands on my thighs as I straddle his waist and start working at the buttons of his shirt.

I grin at him, "doesn't mean you shouldn't be naked too," I say in my attempt at a sexy purr as I pull his unbuttoned shirt out of the waistband of his pants. Then I move down lower so I'm over his thighs so that I can undo his pants.

I'm surprised at myself for being so bold. I mean, I'm not a virgin, and I'm not exactly shy about sex, but it's not like me to feel so comfortable taking charge like this.

Something about Ryan just feels easy. Maybe it's because we know we're planning on getting married, or maybe opting for an arranged marriage through a match maker means that we're really compatible? We're not just two random people figuring each other out without any reason to believe we're right for each other.

Whatever it is, I'm having a little bit of fun undressing Ryan and the way he's watching me while I do it makes me feel like a sex goddess.

Getting him naked is something I should have done first. Holy cow!

I knew he looked good in his clothes, with a slender, athletic physique. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, great ass...but I feel like I just unwrapped the best Christmas present ever.

Ryan is cut. His chest is hard and flat and I could play his abs like a xylophone.

I let my hands run over his torso, tracing the edges of the sculpted muscles and paying attention to his response depending on where I touch him and how.

His fingers slide up the inside of my thighs, aiming for the place that's throbbing again already in anticipation of taking this to the next level.

Speaking of the next level-- as much as I like feeling the pad of Ryan's thumb stroking through my wet folds and the way he's looking at me with his eyelids heavy and his lips parted as he moves his hips beneath me to rock that stiff pole up against my pussy, I really want to get my lips wrapped around him.

I wait a minute first, closing my eyes and rocking against him while he touches me just right to make my entire body feel like it's buzzing.

His cock is still hidden under the fabric of the boxer briefs stretched taut across it's magnificent length, just the tip poking out above the waist band.

Ryan gives a pained sounding little moan when I move and I know what he means. It's hard for me to give up the connection too, but then I pull what's left of his clothes off, peeling the dress pants and his underwear off of him together and kissing my way back up his legs.

His calves are tensed as I run my hands up the carved muscle. His thighs are thick too. Making me wonder just what kind of work out he does to get in this kind of shape.

He's not very hairy, just enough dark fur running down his chest and up his thighs to be masculine in a way that's making my breath ragged as I make my way upward until my mouth reaches the base of his cock.

At my touch, his cock twitches under my lips and his stomach jumps with his sharp gasp.

"Kim..." His hand finds the back of my head and holds it, but gently, with his palm open and his thumb stroking my hair as I drag the tip of my tongue up the underside of his shaft and then wrap my hand around the base.

Ryan sounds like he's trying to breathe evenly, but every inhale is shaky and every exhale is jagged and listening to him fight to keep control as I take his broad head between my lips and slide my mouth down to meet the hand I have wrapped around his girth is making me hungrier to take him into my body anyway I can.

My fingers don't touch around his base, and I'm forcing my gag reflex to relax before I even have half of him in my mouth. I'm wondering how the hell this monster is going to fit inside me at the same time my pussy is dripping in anticipation to find out.

He's not going to keep me waiting.

I've had a few minutes to enjoy Ryan's flavor on my tongue, the feel of the soft skin of his dick as it glides in and out of my mouth, the way the firmness pulses under my hand, when I feel his fingers tighten in my hair.

"Baby," he rasps, "Kim, you can't keep doing that--"

Hearing the strain in his voice makes me want to keep doing exactly that though.

"--I want inside you too bad, Baby." Ryan pulls me up to him, rolling us over so that I'm trapped beneath his much larger body. His lips are on mine again, this time with a desperate sort of hunger that feels like raw need as he maneuvers between my thighs.

I pull my knees up and spread my legs apart to give him room and then I feel him pressing against me. Bare skin to bare skin, his shaft still slick from my saliva and my pussy wet enough that it wouldn't matter anyway.

Ryan's arms cage me in on either side of my head. Our eyes meet and I can't look away from him. All I can do is feel as the tip of his dick lines up at my entrance.

He holds still, but he's pressed so firmly into me that I can feel my body already beginning to take him in.

His eyes ask me a question and it takes me only a second to make my decision.

I nod just a little, biting my bottom lip as I give him permission.

Then he eases into me, forcing my body to open for him, wrap around him and make room for him as he pushes into me.

He goes slowly, like he knows he's big for my smaller frame, or maybe he just enjoys watching my face as each inch of him disappears inside me.

Then he's all the way in and I'm gasping for air, warring with the sting of being stretched so far and the euphoria of being so completely filled. But I can't stay still, my body insists that I move, tipping my hips up as if I could possibly take him any deeper.

"Does that mean you're ready for me to fuck you?" Ryan's voice is hundred grit sandpaper against my ear. Combined with what he says, it makes something in me snap.

My nails are in his shoulders as I cling to him and nod wildly, "Yes," I whisper harshly as he begins to move inside me, "fuck me now, Ryan."

The sweet and tender caresses are forgotten. Ryan draws back till he's nearly completely free of me and then plunges back into me with a forceful thrust that rocks my body against the carpet.

I hang on tighter, digging my nails into his back and my heels into the floor for leverage so I can meet every stroke.

It takes no time at all for my body to adjust to his size and crave the force of his thrusts and the feel of having him so completely inside me. It also takes no time before I can feel the familiar tingle throughout my body as the climax builds and threatens to consume me.

I hear Ryan's breathing change, his thrusts becoming frenzied and his grip tightening where his arms have wrapped around my shoulders. I'm pinned so tightly against him I'm surprised there's still space for him to move but he is.

His face burrows into the crook of my neck and I can't make out much more of the words he seems to be saying than "fuck" and "God," but then, I'm not exactly in the right frame of mind to hold a conversation either.

The orgasm washes over me and blots out my senses for what seems like forever and when I finally start to return to reality, it's just in time to witness Ryan going over the edge.

He thrusts erratically for a second and I feel his cock tighten and throb and then the heat of his cum as it pumps inside me in endless jets before he goes slack in my arms and collapses over me.

I'm going to marry this man, I think to myself as I kiss his shoulder and lightly caress his back.