Chapter 6

When she wakes up in the morning and opens her eyes she sees Ryan about a foot away. He is awake, lying on his side, watching her sleeping, which is cute, if a little creepy. She smiles at him and he smiles back. She then feels the position she is in and peeks under the covers to check.

She must have thrown her leg over him in her sleep and her naked pussy lips are slightly open and about three inches from his, ever erect, cock. She feels a tingle in her pussy, lowers the covers, smiles at him again, and then closes her eyes.

She is in the most vulnerable, open, and erotic pose that she can think of and he hasn’t even touched her. His desire to please her and his extraordinary self control never cease to amaze her. She knows then that he would walk out in front of a bus if she asked him to, or if he thought it would please her. She lies there thinking this through while her pussy gets wetter and wetter from the proximity of his eager cock and her desire for him.

She is not actually sure what she wants to happen: if he moves away it is more proof of his devotion to her, if he moves toward her ... She desperately wants to fuck him, but knows that would be crossing a whole different line. She thinks it was Clinton who tried to claim that oral sex wasn’t actually sex and she is willing to go along with that if it helps her to justify things.

She feels Ryan’s hand on her raised knee, and he lifts it up a little. If he were to move forward and enter her now, she knows she would not stop him; she would love him to do just that and take the decision away from her.

He leans forward and kisses the end of her nose, then slips out of bed.

She manages to control herself until he leaves the room then lets out a huge breath and hugs herself tightly, curling into a little ball.

She knows in that moment that she loves him with all her heart. If he were back here now, in that same position, she would move to him, take him inside her, and fuck him joyously, but he is not, and she will have to wait a little longer.

She puts on a robe and goes down to the kitchen; Ryan is at the counter getting some cereal. She goes to him, turns him around, hugs him to her and kisses him, long and hard.

“I love you Ryan” she says. He looks overjoyed and hugs her back so tightly she thinks he might break a rib.

“You don’t know how much I’ve wanted to hear you say that” He says. She feels his penis rise between her legs, she lets him go and bends down.

“And I love you too, little guy!” and kisses him on the end of his penis squeezing it with her lips.

She takes him by the hand and leads him back up to her room. She knows that if they make love now he will not last very long, quite understandably, and she wants his first time to be perfect. She drops to her knees and takes his hard penis into her mouth, reaching round to take one his beautiful little cheeks in her hand. The other hand cups his balls and she licks and sucks on him ravenously. She wants to make this quick so they can move on the the part she is so desperately looking forward to.

She takes her hand from his ass and pushes a finger into her sopping pussy, coating it with her juices, then she returns it to his ass and seeks out his little hole, which she rubs in tiny circles.

“Oh God Hannah, that feels so good. You’re gonna make me cum if you keep that up.” Ryan says in a strangled voice.

“Hmmm” she says indistinctly; her mouth full. She continues to tease his balls and asshole, her lips tight on his shaft and her tongue licking over his glans.

She really wants to push her finger up his ass and see if she can find his prostate but, with her long nails, she is worried that she might scratch him. She makes a mental note to cut them short. Soon she feels his cock twitching in her mouth and his asshole squeezing on her fingertip. She bobs her head up and down on his cock, sucking for all she is worth and is rewarded with a mouth full of his lovely cum. His legs shake and he thrusts his cock into her mouth as he spurts over and over. She holds it in her mouth, delighted again by the taste, then swallows and licks her lips clean.

She stands up and embraces him, kissing him, their mouths wide, almost trying to devour each other. She feels him start to drop to his knees, to return the compliment she guesses, but she has other ideas, so she holds him up and moves with him to the bed.

She pushes him down on his back and straddles him. She needs him hard again, and soon. She pushes her pussy down onto his softening cock, which splits her pussy lips. She is so wet that when she moves her hips back and forth he slides gorgeously between them.

She covers his hands with hers, lifts them to her breasts and and squeezes them roughly with his hands. If she has any complaints about Ryan’s lovemaking, and she doesn’t have many, it is that he is a bit gentle; he may think she is a delicate flower made of glass. She intends dispel that notion right now; she is going to fuck him like she stole him.

When she removes her hands he continues massaging her breasts forcefully and pulling hard on her nipples; he has got the idea, and it’s so, so good.

She slides back and forth on his cock in long strokes and can feel him, touching all of her, from her asshole to her clit. He raises his head from the bed to see what she is doing and she looks too. The head of his cock is popping in and out of view between the lips of her pussy and it looks simply lovely, and it feels every bit as good as it looks.

He is rapidly hardening now and, when he is fully hard, she raises herself up, takes him in her hand, then lower herself until he is just at the entrance to her vagina. She holds there for what seems like minutes, but is probably only seconds, savouring the last few moments of restraint. Then she drops onto him and his hard, soft, throbbing cock fills her, satisfying a hunger that has been tormenting her for days now.

She rides him very hard and very joyously, his hands brutalizing her breasts and nipples exactly as she needs. She is climbing towards the peak as she feels him fill her with warm wetness and it pushes her over into an intense orgasm.

She falls onto him, kissing him, and she feels him jerking and twitching inside her, her vagina squeezing him back in response. Gradually she feels him soften and pushes her pussy against him to try to keep him inside and prolong these moments.

They lie clutched together for ages kissing and gently stroking each other, until finally he has to go to the loo.

When he has gone she lies there, utterly contented. It was a lovely fuck but she feels much more than that. For her it has cemented their relationship, in her mind they have become one. She feels complete for the first time in her life.

When she goes outside later she finds Ryan sunbathing, nude obviously, and she thinks that it seems like a very good idea. She gets the other lounger and places it facing Ryan, then takes off all of her clothes and lies down, applying lotion to her front.

She lies back and they both spend some time just feasting their eyes on each other.

If she sees his cock starting to flag, she strokes a body part, trying vary it each time: an inner thigh, vulva, nipple, lips, breast. Each time, like magic, he gets hard again; it’s just like having a remote control.

For his part he seems to be worried about getting sunburn on his genitals; he keeps applying more lotion to his cock and balls. He can’t see her arousal level like she can, but he is not too far off.

They lie like this for ages, teasing each other, keeping each other at a lovely simmering level of excitement.

At one point his penis is drooping a bit and she is just about to revive it when he speaks.

“Hannah?”

“Yes”

“Do you shave your ... vulva?” She must be doing a good job of shaving if he isn’t sure, she thinks.

“No I’m naturally bald, just like a little girl. It’s a medical thing.” She teases, and then sees his cock rise at the mention of little girls.

“Dirty, dirty boy!” She shouts and throws the lotion bottle at him. He laughs and bats it away.