I take a deep breath. “Uh huh.”

He lifts his head and looks down to where our bodies are joined. He guides my hand lower until I can feel the spot where we connect. “Do you feel that? We’re in this together. Do you feel how wet you are? Your body wants this, baby. You need to stop thinking so hard and just feel.” He pulls back slightly and pushes forward again. “Look how easy that was. It’s like your body was fucking made for me. God, you feel so fucking good, Devyn.”

He moves in and out a little further. The pressure isn’t so bad this time. Riley palms my breast and begins kneading it as he trails kisses down my neck. I arch my back when he pinches my nipple. It’s like there’s a direct line to what’s happening down below. The burning sensation lets up as he continues to thrust slowly. I feel incredibly full, but the combination of what he’s doing above and below the waistline is a heady thing. My hand is still trapped between our bodies so each time he slides in and out, he brushes the tips of my fingers. The eroticism of it pushes me over the precipice of discomfort straight into pleasure.

He lifts his head. “How you doing, baby? Are you okay?”

I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling him closer. “I’m so good, Rye.”

RILEY

I SWEAR TO GOD, her body feels like it was molded just for mine. No pussy has ever felt as good as Devyn’s does. She’s so tight and so fucking responsive. Her body sings with every kiss, touch, and stroke that I deliver. After the first few thrusts, she became slicker than a gallon of lube. My dick slides in and out of her with ease as I work her body over with everything that I’ve got.

“Riley,” she pants, “go faster. Please go faster.”

Mother fuck. If I go any faster, I’m going to turn into a two-pump chump. “No, baby. We need to take this one nice and slow.”

She claws my back and digs her heels into my ass.  “Riley! Please! I need it harder!”

Yep, that did it!  Who am I to deny this woman? I angle myself a little better, pulling her legs a little higher on my hips. Then I hunker down and give the lady what she wants. I progressively move faster and harder until we’re both dripping with sweat and gasping for air. Devyn meets me thrust for thrust, clawing my back, screaming for more the entire time. This woman is a wildcat. I would’ve never, ever expected such a reaction from her. It’s the hottest fucking experience of my existence.

When I feel myself about to blow, I move my hand lower. I’m determined to make her come at least once more before I do. I coat my fingers in her juices and circle that little bundle of nerves repeatedly, bringing her to the edge.

“Riley, I’m going to come!” she screams.

Her pussy pulses as she screams through her orgasm. “Oh fuck, Devyn!” I follow right behind her as her body clenches me tighter than I ever thought possible.

“Oof!” she says as I collapse on top of her with dead weight.

I grab the condom and pull out slowly, rolling to the side. “Sorry, you just milked every ounce of energy I had.”

She laughs and continues breathing heavily. “Ditto.”

I grab a tissue from the nightstand, wrap the condom inside, and toss it in the trash closest to the bed. I face her and take a moment to soak her in. She’s lying on her back with her eyes closed, an arm hooked over her head. Her skin is flushed and slick with sweat, her hair is a mess, and her eye makeup is smudged but she’s never been hotter. She must sense me staring because she opens her eyes and smiles directly at me. I half expected her to cover herself but she continues to lie in the same position with no inhibitions whatsoever. This woman never ceases to amaze me.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

She rolls towards me and tucks her hands under her chin. “Rye, that was…God, there are no words. Thank you.”

I tuck a loose hair behind her ear and smile. “No, thank you. For trusting me. For giving me something so special. Sex has never been like that for me.”

She crinkles her brow. “What do you mean?”

I think for a minute. “It’s like you said…there are no words. But if I had to try, I’d say that I’ve never felt so in tune with someone before. Maybe it’s because we know each other so well…I don’t know. All I do know is that it was fucking amazing.”

Her eyes light up. “Really?”

“Really,” I assure her. I climb out of bed and extend my hand. “Come with me.”

She looks confused. “Um…I’m not really dressed to go anywhere.”

I laugh as I pull her off the mattress and lead her into the bathroom. She watches silently while I run the water in the large soaker tub. I look over my shoulder and say, “The warm water should help with any soreness.”

She grins. “You really did think of everything, didn’t you?”

I guide her into the tub and settle in behind her. Pulling her back into my chest I say, “The Boy Scouts taught me to be prepared for anything.”

She chuckles. “Well kudos to them for that.”

We soak in the tub for a while, perfectly content not saying a word. I start rubbing her shoulders and finally break the silence. “So, did the second orgasm top the first?”

“Hmm…I don’t know. I think it was too close to call. Maybe I need another one to decide.”

I laugh. “Oh yeah?” My hands move lower, caressing her. “Do you think you’re up for that?”

She gasps. “Well, maybe not the actual sex. At least not for a bit. But I’m open to other stuff…”

I smile against her hair and start rubbing her shoulders again. “Anything specific on your mind?”

She moans and wiggles her ass against my dick. “Mmm, keep doing that and I’ll do anything you want.”

I’m instantly rock hard and ready to go. “Fuck, Dev. You’re not making this easy on me. I’m trying to be a gentleman here. When you say shit like that, gentle is the last thing on my mind.”

She turns around and straddles my lap in all her wet naked glory. “Maybe I don’t want to be handled like glass. I’m tougher than I look, you know.”

Our eyes meet. She’s hiding something in those hypnotizing hazel eyes. I recall the words permanently etched into her skin. “What’s with the tattoo?”

Her eyes widen. “Oh, it’s just something someone said to me once. It stuck with me.”

I narrow my eyes at her. “I’m going to go ahead and call bullshit on that.”

Her eyes follow my hand as I trace the letters with my index finger. “What? Why?”

“Because you don’t do anything without a purpose. These words? They mean something to you. Something big.”

She sighs. “My mom said them. Before she died, she wrote letters to me for every big occasion in my life. The day I got my first period, the day I went on my first date, the day I become a mom…stuff like that. She wanted to be there for me…in spirit anyway. I think she knew deep down my dad would never remarry. She wanted me to have a female perspective for the important stuff.”

I tuck a wet strand behind her ear. “Which occasion were these words from?”

“Eighteenth birthday. I read the letter and went straight to a tattoo shop. It’s the only truly impulsive thing I’ve done in my entire life.”

I run my hands over her rib cage. “You should try being impulsive more often. You never know what could happen.”

She smiles and unplugs the drain. Stepping out of the tub she says, “Why don’t we go work on that together?”

DEVYN

RILEY AND I ARE lying in bed, completely spent. He’s the big spoon and I’m the little. We had sex two more times and each one was better than the last. I never thought losing my virginity would be such a pleasurable experience. I knew Riley would make it as good as possible but I never expected to feel so delightfully sated. Sure, I’m sore; I probably will be for days. But it’s a delicious soreness.