One Hot Fall Term (Yardley College Chronicles Book1) Read Free Page B

Our eyes meet.
    There’s moment when the world stops. When I don’t move. Where I’m not working to drive him to ecstasy or working at making this good. It’s a moment where we just…
    Connect.
    It’s…
    Amazing. But I don’t want him to see too deeply into me. I lift on him, drawing up on his cock until the head is just inside me, then I sink down again. But that doesn’t distract Ryan. His blue-eyed gaze burns me, it’s so hot.
    I close my eyes. Wanting this to be wild for him, I fuck him hard. The dock boards creak beneath us; water slaps against wood. I lift and pump down. Each stroke tugs my pussy lips, the tension teases my clit, I’m moaning with the pleasure, but it’s not enough. I love Ryan, and this is special and beautiful, but I’m not going to…get there.
    Unless I play with myself, I never do.
    I want him to remember this, no matter what happens. I want him to lie in bed at his college dorm and fantasize about this night while he plays with his amazing cock. So I go crazy on him. My moans grow deeper, louder. I thrust harder, building this for him.
    We’re on the dock—anyone could walk out of the cabin, come down here, and see us. The risk is thrilling. The crazed urgency of this is hot.
    The thing is: he thinks this is my first time. Yet I don’t know if it is Ryan’s first sexual experience. I suspect it is. He’s never pushed for more than kissing. We dated for three months before he put his hand on my breast, and I had to grope his butt first before he tried it.
    He fumbled at bit with the condom, though he did it okay.
    What if I am his first? I feel a jolt of agony deep in my pussy at the thought. But the pressure to be spectacular is intense. I fight constantly to forget my first time. For Ryan, I want his first to be treasured.
    I grasp his hands and pull them over his head, so I have him pinned, and I pump on him, grind on him, do everything I can to fuck his brains out.
    His hips jerk up, thrusting his cock deep into me, lifting me up in the air. His strength is awesome. It’s time for me to come all over him. To draw on the best of my acting talents,
    I wish this time it could be real. But it won’t be, and he’s breathing hard, and I want him to come. I sense he’s not going to let go of his orgasm until he has satisfied me. My moans become desperate cries of agony, as if I’m climaxing and it’s tearing me apart. But my cries stay carefully quiet —so no one in the cabin hears me. If anyone comes down and Ryan would stop, I fear.
    God, making sounds like I’m in ecstasy excites me. I’m close, so very close. But I just can’t get there.
    My heart feels full. I’m thrilled to look down on Ryan in ecstasy, to hear his soft moans. I feel almost satisfied because this is so incredibly erotic. But my body just doesn’t get off. It just won’t .
    But I know how to make it look real because, by myself, I can make myself come until I’m crying from the pure physical sensation. My hips jerk wildly on him as if my body is going crazy with my pretend orgasm. I buck and writhe and toss my head, and come dangerously close to smacking it into his chin, to look like I’m out of control with pleasure. I grip his hands hard.
    Ryan lets out a restrained groan. His eyes shut, thick black lashes resting against his cheek. His hips come up with a power that almost throws me off him. Suddenly I can feel the heat of him, even with the condom.
    Watching him come is a thrill. Watching him in the aftermath, when he opens his eyes and looks at me like he’s just glimpsed heaven…I have to swallow hard not to cry.
    I release his hands and he puts them at my waist, sliding them up to caress me. He arches up, his lips soft and ready for a kiss and I meet him halfway. Then he draws me down on top of him and wraps his arms around me. My cheek presses to his chest where I feel the thump of his heart and the weight of his muscular arms on my back feels so good, yet makes me want to cry.
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