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His hands grazed my arms, sending chills up my spine. His fingers trailed down
my stomach, and I sucked in. He chuckled as the tips of his fingers pressed
into my lower abdomen.
    “Does this feel okay?”
    “Yes?” I had no idea what he was doing.
    He replaced his fingertips with the heel of his hand and
pressed down even harder, tipping my pelvis toward him.
    “How about this?”
    It was an interesting sensation. Not bad, not what I had
expected, but startling.
    “It’s fine.”
    “Good. We’ll save that for later.”
    What? What was I missing?
    He held his finger up in suggestion. “Have you ever?”
    Well this was even more embarrassing. I shook my head, my
innocent, overwhelmed mind preparing itself for what was about to happen.
    “Shit Grace, where have you been?”
    He dropped his hand out of view and his fingers danced
lower, teasing me with each passing hint of ecstasy. I felt open, comfortable.
Then my thoughts were thrown as he instantly found my warmth. I couldn’t help
the noise that sprang from my mouth, and Ryan smiled in reply. He slowly slid
his finger up and down, making his way deeper with each push. The sensation
turned from anxiety to pleasure and I met each push with a thrust of my own. He
leaned further over me, begging for our eyes to meet. He continued to nod, offering
an out if I needed so. I didn’t. This feeling was excruciating and exhilarating
all at the same time. My breaths became moans and welcomed the expansion of
another digit. I smiled at him, and his returned pleasure reminded me that he
was a man. He was a man, and I was a woman, and this was what we were meant to
do.
    “You ready?”
    Was I? I wasn’t about to have him storming off again, nor
did I want this ecstasy to end. “Yes.”
    I was.
    He pulled his fingers to freedom, leaving me wanting, and
repositioned directly on top of me. His knees spread mine, and our lips met
before he pushed into me.
    I screamed. I couldn’t help it. I could never have imagined
such a rush of emotions mixed with such physical pleasure. He was slow at
first, his face seeming pained with his need to take more. But little by
little, he took as much as he had wanted. He took it all. He gave his weight to
one arm, and placed the heel of his hand at the top of my pelvis. It must have
been ‘later’. He thrust his body into me as he pushed his weight into my
stomach. My moans became audible, as this was a brand new feeling. There was
something hidden inside that he had found. And he continued to find it. I
wanted more. How could I get more? What more was there to be had?
    Moans became screams as he rose to his knees, bringing my
hips along for the ride. He grabbed hold of my hips and pushed, his face
finding both pleasure and power. He released his one hand and spread it across
my belly, finding my apex with his thumb. He nudged it slightly, teasing with
each thrust. Then, with a smile on his face, he pressed down, forcing me to
bite the pillow next to me. He didn’t let go. Three more hard drives, and my
body became limp. He collapsed on top of me, stealing quick kisses. And I
gladly gave them to him. In that moment, I wanted to give him
everything.   

Ryan
     
     
    I make it a point to not get emotionally attached to a
woman. I saw how my mother leaving affected my Pops. I see the guys when we’re
out on the road. They check in with their ol’ ladies. They wish their kids
goodnight. But how good can you be at your job when you’re worried that any
mistake could leave your children fatherless?
    Plus, women talk. They talk, and they are constantly
touching you; they worry, and they expect you to worry. I don’t need that shit
in my life. I look out for me. I don’t need to be worrying that I can’t always
be around to protect someone else. God, it’s like a fucking fairy tale. I’m no
knight in shining armor. How can someone expect that from another person?
    And now I will always be Grace’s first. She won’t forget
that. I