15-05-2021-052358It-Ends-with-Us

lotion on my hand and then pull his arm to my lap. He opens his eyes
and looks up at me.
“What are you doing?” he mumbles.
“Shh. Go back to sleep,” I say. I press my thumbs into the palm of
his hand and rotate them upward and then out. His eyes fall shut and
he groans into the pillow. I continue massaging his hand for about
five minutes before switching to his other hand. He keeps his eyes
closed the whole time. When I’m finished with his hands, I roll him
onto his stomach and straddle his back. He assists me in pulling off
his shirt, but his arms are like noodles.
I massage his shoulders and his neck and his back and his arms.
When I’m finished, I roll off of him and lie down beside him.
I’m running my fingers through his hair and massaging his scalp
when he opens his eyes. “Lily?” he whispers, looking at me sincerely.
“You just might be the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Those words wrap around me like a warm blanket. I don’t know
what to say in response. He lifts a hand and gently cups my cheek, and
I feel his stare deep in my stomach. Slowly, he leans forward and
presses his lips to mine. I expect a peck, but he doesn’t pull back. The
tip of his tongue slides across my lips, parting them softly. His mouth
is so warm, I moan as his kiss grows deeper.
He rolls me onto my back and then drags his hand down my body,
straight to my hip. He moves closer, sliding his hand down my thigh.
He pushes against me and a surge of heat shoots inside me. I grab a
fistful of his hair and whisper against his mouth. “I think we’ve waited
long enough. I would very much like for you to fuck me now.”
He practically growls with a renewed sense of energy and begins to
pull my shirt off. It becomes an interlude of hands and moans and
tongues and sweat. I feel like this is the first time I’ve ever been
touched by a man. The few who came before him were all boys—
nervous hands and timid mouths. But Ryle is all confidence. He
knows exactly where to touch me and exactly how to kiss me.
The only time he’s not giving my body his undivided attention is
when he reaches to the floor and fishes a condom out of his wallet.
Once he’s back under the covers and the condom is in place, he
doesn’t even hesitate. He takes me brazenly in one swift thrust and I
gasp into his mouth, every muscle in me tensing.