Mira
All the lights were off in the house and I let Ryan lead me, his strong hand grasping mine as he pulled me through the house to the stairs. My bare feet tiptoed across the cold marble floors, knowing that I was headed right to where I wanted to be. Everything had been so stressful, so confusing, but in that moment it all cleared away and nothing had been more simplistic in my life. I wanted Ryan, I wanted him fully, in ways that I had never wanted a man before. I wanted him to take my whole body, pull it in, pleasure it, be pleasured by it, and rock me into the morning light, wrapped in his strong arms.
I stared at him as we walked through the quiet house and up the stairs, feeling the lust beginning to boil deep down in my body. I bit my bottom lip, feeling Ryan’s thumb rubbing over the back of my hand as he pulled me to the bedroom. It was like a dream, only better, and this time we knew each other more, we understood each other a bit better, and he knew exactly what to do to me to make me forget all about my troubles for a while. As we entered the bedroom, I shut the door behind us and stared as he stood in the middle of the room, a look of lust on his face. I could barely contain myself, wanting him, needing him, and just staring at that amazing body in front of me.
He had gone from a man I barely knew, to my knight in shining armor. He was there for me in this difficult time in my life, and more importantly, he was there for my mother. He had proved himself to be a man of stature and strength, and that white knight halo over his head made me want him even more than I had before. I breathed heavily, my shoulders moving up and down as I stood there, watching him pull his shirt over his head, flexing those strong pecs, his body almost glistening in the night light coming in through the windows. I could feel the heat pulsing between my legs and my panties soaked with desire. Everything in me wanted to jump into his arms and wrap my legs around him, but I knew this time took attention.
He lifted his hand and waved for me to come closer. I stepped forward, feeling the soft rug under my feet, moving closer and closer. I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anyone in my life, and I could tell he felt the same way. As I approached, he reached out, cupping my face and pulling me hard against him. He leaned forward and opened his mouth, kissing me wildly and passionately. My knees were weak beneath me and I feared I would sink to the ground, and that was just from the way his tongue felt in my mouth. I could only imagine what I’d be feeling next.
He pulled his hands to my shoulders and slipped down the straps of my tank top, leaning forward and running his lips across my skin. I moaned, leaning my head to the side and closing my eyes. It felt so good, so right, and the goosebumps shot down my neck and arms. His hands slipped down to my waist and began to slowly move up, grabbing the edge of my shirt and lifting it over my head. He tossed it aside and licked his lips as he reached behind me and unclasped my bra, pulling it from my shoulders and watching as my breasts bounced out, my nipples hard as little pebbles.
His hands ran over my breasts, taking my nipples between his fingers and rolling them from side to side. He locked eyes with me and stepped closer, taking my hand and placing it on the huge bulge in his pants. I grabbed on, massaging his cock as he pinched my skin, rubbing his fingers down to the top of my shorts. He pulled them down to my feet, pausing for a moment before pulling my panties off as well. As he stood, he gripped my hips, leaning forward and swiping his tongue right at the tip of my pussy. My knees shook further as his mouth met mine and my hand went back to rubbing his cock.
I undid his pants and reached inside his black boxer briefs, wrapping my fist around his big hard shaft. He groaned, but kept his eyes locked on mine as he pulled his pants down to the ground. He leaned forward and sucked on my earlobe, his dick pushing into my belly.
“On your knees,” he whispered.
I smirked and lowered myself slowly to my knees, rubbing his cock between my breasts as I went down. I gripped tightly to his shaft, running my hands up and down it, staring at it with delight. I had never wanted someone so bad in my entire life, as I did right there on that floor. I leaned forward and lifted up his cock, running my tongue from the bottom of the shaft up to the top. He growled, rubbing his hand through my hair as I popped over the tip and pulled him into my mouth. I gripped the shaft right below my lips and began to slowly move down and back up again.
I sucked hard at the top, feeling his big cock getting harder and harder. I moved my hand out of the way and opened my throat, pushing all the way to the base, feeling his hand pressing against my head. Slowly I rose back up, sucking strong in the back of my throat and taking a deep breath before heading back down. This time, when I reached the base, I reached up and touched his balls, massaging them in my hand. He groaned loudly, gripping my hair as I pulled my mouth back up to the top. He tasted so good, and I wanted to keep going, but before I could continue, he reached down and grabbed me under the arms, pulling me to my feet. He leaned forward and kissed me passionately, pushing my legs apart.
He smiled as he trailed his tongue down over my breasts, now dropping to his own knees. He pulled my swollen lips apart and leaned forward, rolling his tongue over my clit. I moaned in ecstasy, grabbing the top of his head and leaning mine back. His mouth moved further back, and his hot tongue rolled through my juices, sending a current of electricity shooting through me. I moved my hand to the back of his head and pulled him into me, rubbing my mound against his lips. I called out in pleasure as he grabbed onto my ass and shook his face back and forth. My knees were getting weak, but I didn’t want him to stop. His hands trailed down between my legs and he pushed two fingers up inside me, hard and fast.
My foot twisted, trying to support my shaking thighs, but the heat in my stomach was growing so fast I couldn’t control it. I moaned, gripping his hair and grinding against his face. He fingers fucked me faster and faster until I couldn’t handle it any longer. My body exploded in orgasm, my juices dripping out of me and into his mouth. He groaned, making the feeling even more intense and held my legs steady until the shaking had passed.
He stood up and smiled, stepping up to me and pushing me back until I was pressed against the wall. He grabbed a condom and rolled it on in one swift moment. He locked eyes with me again as his hand slid down, cupping my mound. I screamed out in pleasure, not able to even moan out the feeling in my chest. He smiled and wrapped his hands around my waist, lifting me into the air and wrapping my legs around his waist. I bit my lip and pressed my forehead against his as he reached down and pulled his cock up, pushing into me slowly. My mouth opened, but before I could scream he pushed his lips to mine and slammed his hips against me. He filled me to the hilt, pulling back and pushing again, shaking the pictures on the wall.
My hands clawed into his back feeling the sliding motion of his cock inside me. It was raw and needy, and I groaned out, feeling his jaw clenching and his muscles tightening as he fucked me faster and faster. Our bodies pushed back into the wall and he dove deep up into me, holding me there as he sucked my tongue into his mouth.
“Mmm,” he groaned, pulsing his hips just slightly, gripping onto my thighs.
He backed up away from the wall and set me down quickly onto the floor. His hands gripped my waist once again, but this time, instead of picking me up, he spun me around, grabbing my chin and tilting my head back until my lips met with his. We stepped forward in unison and he let go, pushing his hand against my back and bending me over the dresser. He grabbed his cock and I slid my legs apart, gripping down on the edge of the cold wood as he slammed his shaft as hard as he could into my pussy. I gasped, looking up in the mirror, watching him as he stared at me in the reflection. He gripped my hips and playfully slapped my ass, pushing and pulling until his desire was too hard to control.
“Rub yourself,” he whispered.
I reached down between my legs and rubbed against my clit, screaming out in pleasure as he dipped his hips and pushed hard and fast inside me. Over and over he rammed into me, the dresser slamming into the wall behind it. I could feel the orgasm in my stomach ready to explode, but I held on just long enough to see him start to lose control. I smirked and released my will, letting the climax hit me like a hurricane. My body shuddered, and my voice carried through the halls of the mansion as I came hard and long, squeezing his big cock inside me.
He growled, sensing the rush of juices, and bent forward grabbing the back edge of the dresser. He thrusted short but deep again and again until his eyes rolled back, and he let go. I could feel his body shaking against mine, and his cock pulsing deep inside me as he came, releasing his hot seed. He laid there on top of me catching his breath until he was able to stand, pulling back and helping me up. Pulling me into his arms, he kissed my lips, then turning, he led us to the bed.
Laying down, he pulled the covers over us, and we each recovered, collecting our thoughts. I laid my head on his chest and listened to his heart beat, wondering where this man had been. I needed him, and, in some ways, I think he needed me, too. When the exhaustion had passed, I leaned up on my elbows and looked into his eyes.
“What were you like as a child?” I asked.
“Me?” he chuckled. “Oh, I was polite but mischievous. I got in trouble, but not the real bad kind. The kind where I would sneak off fishing when I was nine or skip Sunday school to go out to my friend’s farm. All in all, though, I was a good kid. I knew I had to be since my father was gone. How about you?”
“I was a saint,” I laughed. “I never got in trouble.”
“That actually doesn’t surprise me in the least,” he chuckled.
“Why?” I said, with feigned shock.
“I don’t know,” he smiled. “You just seem like a good person.”
We laid in bed talking about our childhoods for over an hour, until finally my eyes were too heavy to keep open. He reached over and switched off the light, leaning down and kissing me on the forehead. The comfort of his lips and the strength of his arms around me carried me safely into a deep and dreamless sleep.