“Yes! Yes!” I cried out. “Ryan!” I came apart, crashing, spinning and reeling from my glorious release.
Still whimpering from my climax, Ryan grabbed by waist and pushed higher into me, grinding his hips against me and pushing in as far as he could go. His eyes were closed and he was breathing hard. His body stiffened and he groaned loudly as he went over the edge; I watched him unravel as he came deep inside me, his orgasm shivering through his body before he collapsed heavily onto me.
I finally opened my eyes to see him gazing at me with utter tenderness. He softly kissed my lips. Looking into his eyes, I realized all the pain and heartache of the past week was gone. There were no more worries. An unknown future lay ahead of us, but it would be a path that we would mark and create together.
“Wow,” I said in awe, a Cheshire cat-sized grin on my face. I was completely spent and exhausted and it was nearly two in the morning, but I was warm and glowing in our post coitus state. If our first time together was that amazing, I couldn’t imagine what sex was going to be like with Ryan after extended practice.
He shifted off of me and I heard him chuckle. “Well, I guess that answers the question about sexual compatibility,” he said smugly.
“I’m glad you came to the wedding,” I whispered.
“Mmm hmm … me too,” he mumbled. I could tell he was smiling even though the room was dark. He moved so his head was resting on top of my breasts, his arms wrapped around me.
My fingers played in his hair. Enjoying the afterglow of just having made love to Ryan, I fell asleep, satiated and content.
Despite my exhausting night, I woke up just before dawn. I could never sleep well the first night in a location other than my own bedroom. I was half-conscious, but completely aware of Ryan holding me tightly around the waist and lightly snoring in my ear. Ryan’s presence and the unfamiliar hotel room prevented me from falling into a deep sleep. It always amazed me how men seemed to be able to sleep anywhere, anytime, especially after having sex. It was still dark out, but looking out the window, I could see the faint evidence of morning light trying to make its presence known.
I was the little spoon and reveling in the feel of our intertwined legs and the warmth of his breath on my neck. His body was so warm against mine that I had to shift to get some cooler air. I must’ve woken him, because I felt something between a nibble and a kiss on my right ear. I sighed with contentment and he moved downward, kissing my bare shoulder and bringing his hand up to cup my breast.
I loved how in a new relationship, people were unable to keep their hands off of one another. I couldn’t stop wanting to touch and be touched by Ryan. He must have thought the same because he held me the whole night. I now shifted and rubbed my naked backside against him. My ass rubbed and flirted with his hard length, which I felt grow behind me. Next to my ear, a soft groan escaped his lips. Even in my half-conscious state, I was turned on and in tune with the needs of my body.
Apparently Ryan was, too, because the next thing I knew, he entered me from behind, gliding in and out so slowly and so deeply that it was nothing short of exquisite. As the rhythm continued, our excitement built. I shifted onto my stomach and grabbed the bed post for leverage so he could penetrate me more deeply. The pace of his thrusts began to increase; he pulled me up onto my knees and rubbed his fingers on the most sensitive spot of my core and I gasped as I came quickly. Completely. Shatteringly. I bucked under him, barely able to hold myself up. In the middle of my orgasm, I felt his body tense as he thrust hard one last time deep inside of me and reached his own climax.
Not a word had been spoken. I was so sensitive to his touch and surprised by how quickly I came. We ended up laying like that for I’m not sure how long, shifting slightly so that we were spooning again, his chin resting on top of my head and our bodies fitting perfectly together. This time, I slept until it was fully light out.
Ryan woke up first. I slowly opened my eyes and saw him leaning on one elbow with his head resting on his hand, watching me. God, I hoped I wasn’t drooling or breathing with my mouth open or doing something else unflattering.
“Good morning,” he said lazily, grinning smugly.
I looked at him through half-open eyes, momentarily stunned by how adorable he looked. His eyes were a piercing blue in the morning light; the stubble on his cheeks and chin gave him a sexy, rugged look. His hair was mussed up and sticking out at different angles. The bed linens covered only his waist down, displaying his nice six pack. God, he looked so yummy.
“Mmm … morning,” I mumbled contentedly and stretched out like a cat. “How long have you been watching me?”