Page 33 of Stryker's Ruin
He grins. “It’s all good.”
I roll to my side and run my hands over his chest. “I want it all, Stryker. I want it all with you. I love you. Not because you saved me. Not because you’re the first man to kiss me. I know the difference.” I place my palm over his heart. “I love you because of what’s in here. Because of what you see with your conscience, your heart and not with your bank account.
“There have been men, employees of Vince’s, that have made advances. Men who made advances when I’ve been moved from one caregiver to the next. None dared to touch me. But their eyes, their words spoke for them.
“Teach me how to love you. I want the soft and intense.” Sliding my hand down his chest and lower I caress his cock. “I know the first time may be uncomfortable, but I want it all with you. Tell me what you like.”
“That. Your soft hand stroking my hard cock is heaven. But I need to be inside you.” Rising on his elbow he urges me to my back. “I’m going to get you ready to take me, but you have to promise if at any time it’s too much you tell me.”
“I trust you.”
“I’m clean. I’ve never been bare in a woman before. I couldn’t take the chance. But you and I are forever. I want to be bare with you.”
“Yes. I want that, too. You know I can’t get pregnant right now because of the shots.”
He pauses and a gentle look fills his eyes. “I’ve never thought about kids, never thought I’d meet someone. I—maybe if you want, someday we could.”
“Yes. Yes, with you. When we’re ready.”
His kiss is gentle as he kneads my breast then slowly slides his hand lower. He teases my nub and once again the excitement builds. Slowly he presses a finger in my channel, in and out going deeper with each stroke.
“Damn babe, you’re so tight. So warm.” He adds a second and soon a third. I feel so full as he strokes me. I feel his tension, his control. “Now, Stryker, I need you now!”
Rising over me, he places his thick member at my entrance and meets my gaze. “I love you, Ruin.”
I cup his head, drawing him to my lips. “I love you. Take me now.”
He suckles my nipple before he presses forward.
“Oh babe, you feel so good. Stop me. Stop me, if I’m hurting you.”
I tense at the intrusion.
Pausing, he leans his forehead against mine. “Breathe, babe. Deep breath in, now out. Again. Again. Oh fuck, you’re so tight. That’s it, squeeze me, suck me in. Take me home. Oh fuck. You okay?”
Wiggling a little it’s like everything falls into place. “I feel full, but it’s a good full.”
“I plan to make it feel even better.” He starts a slow pace, gradually increasing the speed and his depth until he’s fully seated. “Wrap your legs around my waist.”
His rhythm teases me, luring me closer and closer to a feeling of euphoria. “Stryker?!”
“Yeah, babe. So responsive. So perfect. Come on me, babe, you can do it.”
He slides his hand between us as he touches my nub, and I explode. He pumps a few more times filling me with his hard length. I feel his balls against me as I clutch his shoulders as he shouts his release. His liquid warmth fills me.
“Mo ghrá,” he whispers.
“My love,” I whisper as we both drift on a cloud of peace and fulfillment.
Too soon he leaves me, returning with a warm cloth to clean me, then snuggles back into bed, pulling me on top of his chest. “You okay?”
“Yes. Better than okay.” I’ve never felt so connected to anyone in my life.
He kisses the top of my head. “Sleep love. I’ve got you.”
When I wake, light trickles in between the closed curtains. At first, I think I dreamed it all, but when I move, I feel a twinge in my lower body. Rolling, I reach for Stryker, but he isn’t there.
Doubt washes over me. Is he gone? Did he lie to me? I sit up and push the misgiving away. No. Stryker didn’t lie. After all these years I know the difference. Seeing his black dress shirt on the bench, I slip it on and go to find him. He’s in the other room on the phone.