- Is that good? - he asks, whispering in my ear.
I sign, shrugging my shoulders and taking a deep breath. He then passes his hand through my two arms and goes down the side of his body. I feel his lips running from one side of his shoulders to the other, and going down my spine to the waistband of his trousers.
- Don't move! Don't move!
Ryder's hands reach the front and he opens the zipper, pulling his pants, by my legs. I sigh when your hands walk on your legs, followed by your lips. He kissed, slowly and softly, making me sigh. Smiling, Ryder takes a bite out of every buttock, making me scream out a surprise scream. I release a laugh right away and he slaps me where there's a bite. He takes off my bra and I hold my breath when I feel his bare chest dragging behind my back. He kisses my spine again and until he reaches my buttocks again, where he pushes my legs apart and sticks the hot tongue into my throbbing center. Take it by surprise, I'll let out a scream of pleasure. I'm starting to move at the pace he's stocking me with his tongue. I feel when Ryder penetrates me with two fingers and starts a massage on the walls of my vagina. He turns his fingers, changing position, until he finds the sensitive part and begins to torment me. Wailing, I grab the sheet, squirming at your touch. I feel a heat wave expand as it accelerates movement. A squeeze takes over my guts and they explode into a powerful orgasm.
Falling with my forehead on the pillow, I breathe with difficulty. Ryder's hands grab my waist and pull me towards you. Before I could think, he slowly penetrates me with his penis, until his pelvis touches my ass. He reaches into my ear, giving me a light bite and making me feel even more chills. I hold my breath when he starts stabbing. First slow, but deep. After a while, he begins to accelerate and sets a pace. It was like this for a while, until Ryder snares my neck and, holding it gently, speeds it up even more, making me shout his name. With the other hand, he reaches my clitoris and starts rubbing quickly.
- Ryder! - I mean, with a suffocated voice. - Don't stop!
- Make fun of me! - he whispers a request with his hoarse voice.
A second orgasm takes hold of my body and I shudder, so strong is it. I gasp when I reach the climax, at the same time, that Ryder falls on me, trying to catch my breath. He takes a deep breath, kissing my back, then turns us over to the bed. He fixes me over his chest and smiles with satisfaction.
- How do you feel?
- Wonderful! - I mean, rolling over his chest and kissing his chin. - How's your strength?
Ryder lets out a laugh.
- As Stevie Rogers would say, I can do that all day!
I release a laugh and he kisses the tip of my nose.
- I love you, sunshine! - he whispers.
- I love you too, ogre!
Chapter 18
Ryder
Two days after we returned to New York, I invite Brooke to visit the exporter's building. I had taken a tour with her to get to know a little more about Harvard. She was excited to begin her studies, but was still concerned about the tuition she would have to pay. I'd been thinking of a way to help her, but I knew Brooke would never accept it.
- Oh, boy. - Brooke exclaims as soon as we step in front of the building.
He had at least 20 floors from where I would come to control the world from a distance. He had everything reformed, even security. Everything was modern, including the company's ships that had manual and computerized navigation.
- Beautiful, isn't it? - I mean, with pride. - He's all retired. I designed every detail myself. Out of years of improvement.
- Who drew it? - Brooke asks, shocked. - I didn't know you were a fan of architecture and landscaping.
- I have a few moments of boredom, so I took some classes. - I answer by shrugging my shoulders. - I'm no expert on the subject. It's just a hobby.
- I wonder if it wasn't! - she responds with irony.
I release a laugh and drive Brooke into the lobby.
- Did you draw that lobby too? - Brooke asks, frowning admirably, as we walked to the elevator.
- Everything, Brooke! - I answer without modesty. - Everything you see or will see, was designed by me and retouched by an expert when it was not in accordance with the project.
She smiled, hardly believing what she saw. People stopped to say hello. I was aware that everyone was surprised that I was accompanied by a girl and held hands. I knew you were curious to know who Brooke was.
- I don't know why you're so surprised. - I mean, sarcastically. - I'm the son of an artist. Do you remember?
- Only, your mother doesn't design buildings. - Brooke returns in the same tone, tapping his index finger on my chest. - As far as I know, she paints
