My body pounded the bed as it writhed and bucked beneath him. We continued at this rapid pace until I suddenly felt one spasm after another take hold of me. “Yes! Yess! Oh, yess!” I screamed in pleasure as my orgasm racked me from head to toe, taking me to a place I’d never known. It was at that moment that I felt Ryan stiffen and reach his own climax, adding his own vocalization.
When he was done, Ryan collapsed on top of me and we lay like that for a few minutes, giving our vitals a chance to return to normal. I gently stroked his face. He was so still that I’d thought he’d fallen asleep. It wasn’t until I felt his finger tracing the tip of my breast that I knew he was still awake. A renewed tightening in my core began to ratchet up and grow stronger with each stroke. It wasn’t long before I felt his erection growing against my thigh.
We made love once more that night. Exhaustion put an end to our sex play. Ryan ended up staying the entire weekend. Though I’d never expected this to happen and still feared it would all end, I was learning to accept it and enjoy every precious moment we spent together. I did things with Ryan I’d never done before with any man. It was as if he’d opened the door to a brand-new world for me. I never wanted that door to close and have to leave it.
And I never knew how devilishly exciting even a mere shower could be.
When I’d gotten up the following morning and noticed Ryan was still asleep, I decided to take a quick shower. Right after I’d adjusted the water temperature, the curtain was quickly shoved to the side, scaring the hell out of me. It was Ryan, who hadn’t been asleep as I’d thought. He stepped into the tub behind me. When my frightened heart receded from my throat to my chest where it belonged, a different type of sensations began to take over my body.
He grabbed the soap and my loofah and began to wash my back, giving me sexy goose bumps all over. I leaned back into him, feeling his hardness growing against me. He continued to soap my body, slowly moving toward my breasts as he nuzzled my neck. In concentric circles, he slowly traced trails of suds around my areolas, sending waves of pleasure coursing throughout my entire body.
After a few minutes of this ever-so-sweet torture, he put the loofah down and began to rub my clit with one hand as he continued to knead one of my nipples. I turned around and drew his lips down to mine, our bodies separated only by his erection.
He lifted me up against the wall of the shower so that I was able to balance my legs on the rim of the tub. Between the soap and my own juices, he slipped into me with ease. I buried my hands in his hair as he pumped in and out of my pussy, driving me wild. With each stroke I was transported closer and closer to detonation. I’d wanted to make the pleasure last, but soon began to convulse with the first wave of my orgasm. He practically came with me at the same time. We had one final embrace under the spigot as the water washed the soap from our bodies. I’d never showered like this before, but was willing to conserve water by doing it over and over, again and again.
I was already falling in love with Ryan. Before he left on Sunday night, we made plans to be together the following Saturday. I practically wished the week away so I could be with him again. For the first time in my entire life I was truly happy and I actually believed my future could be rosy. And why not? I could feel Ryan’s love in every kiss he gave me and each time we touched.
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That following weekend was nearly a carbon copy of the previous one, with Ryan staying at my place again. I liked waking in his arms and knew I could get mighty used to it. In fact, since I’d met Ryan I felt like the heroine in a fairy tale who’d wakened from the terrible spell of mediocrity by the kiss of a handsome prince. I found myself doing and having things done to me I’d only heard or read about in romance novels. And now it was my life and I reveled in every moment.
We went to an early movie and held hands like teenagers. Afterward, we stopped for dinner at a small Italian restaurant nearby. The décor was very rustic and had pictures of Italy on the dark-paneled walls. Our table, covered with a red-checkered tablecloth, was tucked in a dark corner, the candle sitting in the middle of the table providing the only light. Our waiter materialized and left a basket of bread and garlic-butter knots with our menus.
We sat side by side, and Ryan leaned over and nuzzled my neck. “Have you any idea what you want?”
“Um, yes.” I buttered a small bread stick and placed it in his mouth.
“Good, because our waiter is returning.”
We both ordered shrimp parmigiana with a fried calamari appetizer. Along with that, we decided on house salads and wine—lots of it. The waiter disappeared again for only a moment. When he reappeared, he brought our wine. He opened the bottle and poured us both a glass before going back into the kitchen.
Sitting so close to Ryan, I felt the heat of his thigh. It turned me on. I reached over and boldly stroked his penis.
“That feels good—don’t stop.”
“I don’t intend to,” I said as I unzipped his slacks. Never before had I ever thought about doing such things in
