After their meal, they order a slice of Angie’s cheesecake to split, and his balls tighten with every moan that escapes between her beautiful lips. Norah doesn’t just eat and enjoy her food; she savors and respects each morsel as it comes across her palate.
“Dinner was lovely, thank you,” she says as he escorts her out to the vehicle, his security lagging behind them. His team is so good at sneaking around to protect him that he almost forgets that they’re always close-by.
“You’re welcome. I hope that we can do this more often.”
“That would be nice. Really it’s probably the first real date I’ve been on. Ever since I started college I’ve been neck-deep in my studies. I rarely have time to see anyone outside the lab.”
A question pops into his mind, and though he tries to shake it free, he can’t help but ask. “So you and Jameson never. . .”
“No,” she laughs. “Jameson is . . . well . . . Jay. I love him like a brother, but I’ve never seen him as something more. At one point I think maybe he hinted at something, but I was always too naïve.”
“My brother would be an idiot if he let you slip by without at least attempting to pursue something with you. But I can honestly say that I’m happy to know you don’t see him that way.”
Norah flicks on the radio as they make their way through the small downtown, a few of the Lady Busy Bees, the local community group and gossip central, waving to them from their benches along Main Street. She waves back and then sighs openly as she rests her head against the headrest with her eyes closed.
“I can’t wait for this to be over, it’s exhausting and a nightmare really.”
“I can’t wait either; it’s killing me to not know how to keep you safe. But then again, without this nightmare, this dream wouldn’t be coming true.”
“It has been a dream. A whirlwind.”
As Ryker brakes the car at one of the stoplights in town he turns and asks Norah, “Is there anything else you’d like to do while we’re out?”
She bites down on that plump bottom lip and shakes her head, wisps of her hair swirling around her face. “No. I just want to be somewhere with you. Anywhere with you.”
Ryker mentally fist pumps the air and winks at Norah as the light turns green and he takes off for his home. He prays that no one is waiting there to sidetrack them, but he doesn’t even care. If there is one night he plans on locking himself away tonight will be that night.
The house is silent as they walk in through the garage, bypassing the kitchen and living room they quickly head up the stairs. Before opening the doors to his master bedroom, Ryker twists around and pins Norah against the wall. His arms cage her in, and he refrains from pressing his body against hers knowing that feeling the heat from her skin will send him overboard.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. We can lie down and watch a movie for all I care.”
“Ryker. I want to be with you.”
Sinking his hands into her hair, he tilts her face up and seals their mouths together. Ryker pulls back only to escort her inside the room and then promptly locks the door. He wants no interruptions.
For the first time ever Ryker feels nervous about being with a woman. He can tell she has very little experience with the way she reacts to his touch and he wants to make this moment special for her.
“Can I get you anything?” he asks as he turns around to find Norah standing beside his bed stroking her hands over the duvet.
“I’m fine. I just want you,” she utters as she pierces him with her eyes. Those beautiful brown eyes that showcase every one of her emotions.
He stalks toward her, letting her assimilate to the sexual tension filling the room.
“Ryker, I’ve never -” she begins, but he interrupts her.
“I know. I’ll go slow and be gentle.”
“I’m not worried. I just thought you should be aware. Some men aren’t keen on taking someone’s virginity.”
Pressing himself against her Ryker swoops down and captures her lips once more. “I’m not most men,” he whispers as he moves toward her neck, letting his hands roam down to the bottom of her shirt silently asking permission to remove it from her body.
In return, she whispers, “I know,” as she slowly raises her arms above her head for him to remove the shirt.
“Your turn,” Norah requests as she pins her gaze to his chest.
Ryker reaches behind himself and gathers the material in his hand and lifts it over his head.
“Why is it so sexy when you do that?”
“I don’t know, but I’m happy to know you think I’m sexy when I take my shirt off.”
“Everything about you is sexy,” she declares as she tentatively reaches out and rests her hands on his shoulders. Ryker rests his palms on her waist slowly massaging the area as she glides her hands down his chest and across the trenches of the muscles of his abdomen. Her thumbs innocently follow the trail of hair from his navel to where it disappears underneath his low slung jeans. Ryker closes his eyes as her fingers move away from the center of his stomach and spread out toward his hips.
“Ryker,” she moans, and his eyes spring open to find her lids heavy with desire. Lust and heat swimming in her irises.
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
“Touch me. Please.”
“I’ll do anything you want,” Ryker admits as he drops to the floor, missing the feel of her hands on his body, but focusing on removing her pants instead.
He unfastens the button and tugs them down her legs and then promptly removes her shoes, socks, and then her pants. From his position on the floor, he gazes upward to find her wearing a pair of pale pink panties made of lace and a matching bra.
“God damn, I could stare at you forever. You’re breathtaking.”
“Thank you,” Norah replies wrapping her arms around her waist as the blush creeps up her body, the color almost matching that of her lingerie. He hadn’t realized that her blush travels the expanse of her body, but now that he knows he’s even more prone to wanting to make her blush all the time.
Reaching up he removes her arms from their criss-cross and holds them outward in his hands.
“Don’t hide. I want to see all of you.”
She doesn’t respond, and he realizes that it is taking a lot of self-control for her to allow him to gaze at her this way. He isn’t sure why Norah has such body issues, but he wonders if it has something to do with growing up without a mother.
Leaning forward Ryker trails his nose across the inner thigh of her left leg, moving upward from her knee until he can reach no further, then he repeats the movement on her other leg. Beneath his palms, he can feel her body quiver.
“Get up on the bed,” his husky voice demands and she complies quietly.
She continues to scoot back until her head reaches the other side of the bed and then Ryker crawls onto the bed behind her. He takes one of her feet into his hand and uses his thumb to press against her instep; Norah’s hips immediately buck at the sensation.
“You’re very sensitive. I like that,” he says as he presses a kiss to her foot and then repeats the motion all the way up to her apex, doing the same on the other side trying to drive her wild. And by the way her breathing increases he can tell he’s successful.
When he reaches her apex a second time Ryker inhales her sweet scent and his mouth waters; he has to taste her. Something he doesn’t commonly do with the women he spends time with, but he wants to possess every inch of Norah, inside and out.
Using his hands, he spreads her legs wide, pushing her thighs apart and leans down. His nose trails up her panties until the scent overwhelms him. He presses a kiss to the soaked spot of her panties and does it a few more times until she is squirming beneath him.
“Can I taste you here? Can I drive you wild with my mouth?”
Her only response is a strangled plea. “Please.”
Ryker sits up and reaches for the sides of her panties and quickly strips them down
her legs. Norah has a soft patch of hair on her mound trimmed into a perfect triangle pointing him toward her most sensitive spot. Ryker is speechless at the sight of her perfect pink pussy and his mouth waters at the thought of tasting her sweetness.
“God, even your pussy is gorgeous,” Ryker claims as he reaches forward and trails one finger through her folds, loving the slickness he feels, a slickness he created.
Norah’s body trembles and Ryker slides one hand up her thigh, across her hip, and up to her stomach to rest on her waist.
“Do you like when I touch you here?” Ryker asks as he trails his finger through her folds once more, skimming his thumb across her clit just barely poking around its hood.
I can’t wait to get my mouth on that part of her.
“Yes,” she cries out as she rocks her body on the bed seeking out his hand.
“Do you want more?” he murmurs as he trails his thumb through the slickness and guides it in her slit and back out.
Norah doesn’t reply, but her whimpered moan is all the answer he needs.
Ryker leans forward and guides his thumb in and out of her sex coating her pussy in her wetness. He licks his lips in anticipation of feasting on her.
“Watch me,” Ryker commands, and when Norah leans up on her elbows, he sucks his thumb in his mouth, relishing in her taste. The flavor is so erotic and so her that it’s as if a drug has taken him over. The need for the next high urging him to continue.
He places his mouth on her sex, kissing the exposed bundle of nerves, and then licks her entire slit, gathering her juices in his mouth. Ryker tries to be gentle, tries to make her feel as if he is worthy enough to have her but the moment she strikes a hand through his hair he loses control.
Ryker places both hands on her thighs and lifts her hips up toward him giving him a better angle. From here he feasts on her as if he is a starved man. He’s never felt so wild and out of control in his need to claim anything, especially a woman. He sucks her clit into his mouth, and she reaches down to grip his bed her eyes no longer pinned to him as she loses herself in the sensation. Ryker slides his finger through her sex as he continues to nip and suck on her clit and as he strokes her inner channel he feels her muscles quiver.
“Let go, princess,” Ryker whispers against her leg.
Not a moment later her body arches as she reaches her climax and then falls back toward the bed. He knows he should give her time to adjust to the orgasm pulsating through her body, but he’s too worked up to sit still.
He removes his pants, growling as one of the legs catches on his foot, and then takes off his boxer briefs. Ryker inches up on the bed and Norah’s eyes widen at the size of his stiff cock. He comes to rest on top of her, his erection cradled between her thighs and against the heat of her sex. He wants badly to thrust inside her, but he knows she isn’t ready. And if she tells him to stop or pull away, he knows he’ll do as she pleads.
Instead, Ryker leans down on his elbows and frames her face with his arms. Her pert breasts are still encased in her bra, and the roughness of the lace against his chest is almost too much to bear.
“Norah,” he says gaining her attention. “Are you still with me?”
“Yeah,” she replies breathlessly as she reaches up and strokes her hand against his face and slides it into his hair. With the hint of a tug, she brings his head closer to hers and brushes her mouth against his. The kiss starts off slow but builds with every brush of their tongues until Ryker can barely hold back his need for her. But he knows not to push, to let her come to him when she’s ready.
It only takes a few more minutes of their tongues dueling before her hips rock against his, her body craving the feel of his cock against her sex. Ryker coats his dick in her heat, each stroke leaving a glistening remnant of her desire on him.
Leaning back Ryker tugs one of the cups of her bra down and sucks one of her pink nipples into his mouth, cherishing the way her body bucks against him needing more. Needing him inside her.
He repeats the movement with the other breast until she is clawing at his back wildly swaying her hips against him.
Ryker usually isn’t one for talking during sex. He’s usually one to quickly find his release and move on. But with Norah, he wants more. He wants to make sure she feels everything with him.
“Are you ready? I can’t wait any longer to be inside you,” Ryker explains as he traces an invisible path through her folds loving how wet she is. “You’re soaked, sweetheart.”
“I’m ready. I want you, Ryker.”
He has never taken a virgin, but he knows enough to realize that it might be painful for her until her body is overwhelmed with pleasure. He has done his best to make sure she is wet and ready, but there is only so much he can do from inflicting pain.
“I’m sorry if this hurts. It shouldn’t last too long.”
Norah nods and closes her eyes, preparing for the onslaught of pain. Ryker lines up his cock to her opening and slides it inside inch by inch, her tightness making it difficult to proceed but he persists. Finally, he gets to her natural barrier and he stops his movement.
Ryker bends down to kiss her, sucking on her bottom lip, and then thrusts through her defense. She instinctively bites down on his upper lip, but he expects it. Pulling back he stares down at her with concern in his eyes.
“I’m sorry, beautiful,” he apologizes as he waits for her to accommodate his size. He’s larger than most and Norah is petite and tight, he can’t imagine the pain she feels right now. Reaching up he wipes away the tear that escapes her tightly clenched eyes.
Looking down, her neck calls to him, and he places a gentle kiss at the part where her neck meets her shoulder and then repeats the movement up to her ear, then does the same on the other side. Finally, her body relaxes, and she moves her hips just an inch, enough to let him know that she’s affected by his kiss.
“Ryker,” she pleads, and he looks down at her to find her eyes wide and yearning swirling in her gaze.
He pulls back just a tad and then rocks forward, and Norah gasps at the sensation as her body clenches around him.
“Oh my God,” she cries out urging Ryker to continue his motions.
His thrusts start off slow, but when her ankles wrap around his waist, he can’t hold back any longer. Plunging deep inside over and over Ryker rears up and lifts her hips into the air allowing him to sink further within.
“You’re so tight, baby. You feel so good. So perfect.”
The fist of one hand clenches the duvet beside her head, the knuckles turning as white as a ghost, and her other hand reaches out and squeezes the globe of his ass urging him to continue his thrusts.
“I need to you to come again, princess. I can’t hold back much longer.”
At his words, her knees crush against his hips, and the waves begin to quake inside her core.
“Fuck,” Ryker calls out as his balls tighten and a burning builds in his spine before he spills his seed inside the condom.
I didn’t put on a condom. Fuck! I forgot. How the hell do I explain this one? But God damn if I don’t want to see Norah with my baby growing inside her.
Ryker tries not to jump to explain. Instead, he takes pleasure in the warmth of Norah as she wraps her arms around his shoulders and tugs him to rest his head on her chest. He would give anything to feel this way for the rest of his existence, and he’ll do whatever he can to keep it from disappearing.
His cock begins to soften and slides out of her channel just as she giggles.
“What?” he asks, and she giggles again.
“Sorry, it tickled.”
Sitting up Ryker glances down and notices a trail of blood on his cock mixed with his cum and excuses himself to the restroom. He returns a moment later with a warm washcloth and cleans up the mess between her legs. With the precision of a basketball player, he tosses the cloth into the hamper just inside the closet door and cheers himself on, loving the way she laughs at his antics.
How am I supposed to tel
l her I forgot to protect her?
When he turns to look back at her she opens her arms to him and he quickly settles on top of her once again. His cock begins to stir, but he mentally chastises his member forcing it to calm down.
Ryker pushes the hair away from her face, loving the way her eyes soften as his fingers brush her temple.
“Hey, was that . . . was that okay?”
Her arms tighten around his shoulders and hold him close, a feeling he never wants to forget.
“It was perfect. I never want to forget this moment.”
“Same here, princess.” They lay in silence; Norah trailing her hand back and forth across his shoulders while Ryker finger combs her hair into a halo around her face.
“Norah” he whispers, distress evident in his voice with the news he has to tell her.
“Yeah?”
“I . . . we . . . I forgot to put on a condom and I came inside you. I’m so sorry. I’ll go out right now and get the pill or whatever you need.”
Her hands still at his words and he’s fearful that she’ll tear him apart for being reckless, but then she smiles up at him and strokes a hand across his cheek.
“Unless you have a wife somewhere that I don’t know about there are worse things you could tell me. I’m sure it will be okay.”
“Are you sure? I can run to the store for precaution.”
“It is what it is at this point. Life always happens the way it is meant to.”
“Is it weird to think I’m falling in love with you? I feel like I’ve known you for years,” Ryker claims out of the blue, his heart speaking for him as his gaze locks on her eyes.
At first he’s afraid that Norah will pull away, but as a beautiful smile graces her lips, he’s rewarded with the opposite in return.
“I think I’m falling in love with you too. It’s not like we’re just learning of each other, I’ve known about you for years. Not just your music but from your family. You’re always a part of their conversations and get-togethers. It’s just like, now we’ve met in person.”
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