Riker hugs me tightly to him. “I want to take you in every room,” he growls in my ear. He presses his hardness into me.
I nod in agreement. I don’t know how we’re going to top that, but Riker has surprised me before. Despite only just finishing, I want him again. I want to lay claim to every room in this apartment as ours. I want to mark it with our love-making. If I’m Riker’s, even just for pretend, I want to make this place mine as well. In fact, I want to make it ours.
Riker stands up in the tub and lays a towel down on the floor. I didn’t notice how much water was sloshing out of the tub. I worry for a moment about the neighbors downstairs, but my thoughts are quickly taken from such practicalities. Riker gets out and scoops me up in the tub. I wrap my arms around his neck and wonder where he’s going to take me first.
My questions are quickly answered as he takes me to the kitchen. I barely have time to really get a look at it before he sets me down on the floor and starts kissing me again. Clever, Riker. I would have assumed that the bedroom would have been the first stop. But I suppose he’s never been one for tradition. As he kisses me and starts to get me worked up again, I realize something. He’s gorgeous and has so much to offer, of course, but this is becoming so much more than that. As I look at him, I’m not just filled with lust. There are other things mixed in. Affection. Comfort. And there are even some feelings I dare not say.
I start to return the favor and feel every part of him as well. My hands go over his chest, down his ribs, to his hips and thighs. He’s smooth muscle under soft skin. I can feel that he’s still wet from the bath. Goosebumps start to rise on my skin as the warm water is replaced with cool air.
I kiss a trail from his mouth down to his chest. He slides into me and begins to thrust again. There’s less urgency this time. He isn’t as desperate to finish. Our wet skin means we’re sliding a bit with each thrust, and we both laugh as we readjust. I hold him close to me and take the time to feel every bit of what’s happening around me.
It isn’t long before he pulls out and scoops me up again. This time, we head for the living room. He sets me down on the couch, and we pick up right where we left off. This time, I straddle him in his seat. I match the pace he set before. Passionate, but not frantic. His arms snake around me. I take in every bit of him. The color of his eyes. The way his brow furrows as he moans. Every part of him is perfect.
I feel the orgasm build up inside of me. I don’t want to let go just yet. I want to hold on and stay in this feeling. I slow my pace. Trying to cool down. He starts to squirm underneath me, trying to cool off too. I take the opportunity to pull him into a deep kiss. I get up and guide him back to the bedroom, where we’re both most familiar.
He smiles when he sees where I’m leading him. We enter the room, and he crawls into bed with me. He gets on top of me and kisses me deeply. He lines himself up with my center and gently pushes in. The feeling inside of me starts to build again almost immediately. There’s something about him and having him in this room that drives me wild. He pushes in and pulls away before thrusting in again. Something about this motion drives me to the edge. And it feels so different from all of the lovers I’ve had before.
I kiss and bite his shoulders as he drives himself into me. He seems to like the roughness I’m giving him, and he responds in kind. His movements move from gentle passion to a passion with increased fervor. I gasp and moan as the friction inside of me builds.
I finish all around him with a gasp that quickly turns into uncontrolled moaning. I feel my muscles contract around him. He holds fast for me, but I feel him losing control as well. Not long after, he finishes into me again. He holds me tightly as he goes over the edge.
I can tell it’s all he can do to keep himself from collapsing on top of me. He gives me a kiss and rolls over to his side, breathing heavily. I cuddle into him. I close my eyes and bask in how good everything feels. My body is still relaxed from the orgasms, and my heart is full as well. I nuzzle my head into his chest. He chuckles and rubs my back. I wonder to myself if this is the same Riker I met not too long ago. I had dreaded the engagement before, but now I find myself hoping it will never end.
28 Riker
I fall into a sleep so deep, I don’t even dream. I feel spent, like she’s taken the vitality out of me. Literally, fucked to a standstill. It’s amazing. I’ve never had a woman inspire this much intensity in me, or keep up with
