The Hermit (13 page)

“Daphne…sweet
god.  Please, baby, I don’t know if my control is this good.”  She trailed the
flat of her tongue on the underside as she took him deeper and he groaned. 
Ryan was saying her name over and over, begging for mercy.  “I can’t…please. 
You have to let me go, baby.  Let me go.” 

Instead,
she watched his face, his eyes tightly closed as he fought to rein himself in,
to leash his response for her sake.  She didn’t want him to have restraint, to
deny what he wanted and needed.  In this, at long last, she wanted the power
for herself. 

So she
took it.  Took
him
deeper, harder, faster; swirling her tongue along the
shaft as she moved on him.  Her other hand slid up to cup his balls and knew
the moment he lost the ability to hold back.  Holding just the head in her mouth,
she stroked his length with a tight fist and was rewarded when his orgasm
slammed into him like a freight train. 

Ryan’s
shout echoed through the cabin.  “Daphne!  Baby, god.  So good, so damn good.” 
The taste of him was slightly salty, clean male and she took everything he had
to give her.  Rocking with the instinctual movement of his hips.  Every muscle
stood out in stark relief along his body and she swore no man had ever
appreciated her as he did in that moment. 

Exhaling
almost violently a few minutes later as she released him and laid her cheek on
his stomach, he whispered, “That is the first orgasm I’ve had with another
person in more than five years.  Thank you.  Thank you so much, Daphne.  For
loving me.  For being so giving.”  She relished the feel of his hands in her
hair, the smell of him, the feelings he inspired in her. 

He
pulled her up his body and she kissed away the dampness at his temples.  “Thank
you for letting me lead.  For believing in me.” 

She
felt a moment of panic as he flipped her to her back and settled into the cradle
of her body.  “Like this for just a minute, baby.  Just a minute.”  She felt
blunt head nudge against the entrance of her body and she held her breath.  “No
pain.  No fear, Daphne.  Tell me you’re afraid and we stop.  No matter what, no
matter when.  One word from you and it stops.”  She nodded, not trusting
herself to speak. 

Her
body was ready for him, throbbed for him.  His cock slipped easily through her
natural lubrication and she realized he was rocking back and forth to coat the
length.  Knowing how it must look, she pushed lightly at his chest so she could
watch.  He rose to his hands, holding his body weight off of her.  She stared
at the way his cock glistened, felt each time the crest rasped over her aching
clit, listened to the sounds of wet skin touching wet skin, and her body went
electric. 

Meeting
his gaze, she told him, “Now, Ryan.”  He didn’t hesitate, pulling his hips back
further to lodge himself at the weeping entrance.  Then he pressed forward,
pushing inside her and sparking a wildness she didn’t know she possessed. 
“God, Ryan…
yes
.”  Her words were a sigh in the quiet room and he smiled.

Slowly
but steadily, he worked into her body.  When he was buried to the hilt, he
cupped her face.  “Okay?”  She grinned and he lowered himself to cover her. 
Her heart didn’t get a chance to pound in fear because he rolled them. 

Suddenly,
he was on his back and she found herself above him, in the dominant position,
something she’d never had before in her life.  “Daphne, I won’t take you.  I
won’t cover you with my body and scare the hell out of you.”  He moved his
hands to her hips.  “You have all the power, baby.  Only you.  I will not come
unless you do.  I can hold back for a long time, even longer after your amazing
gift.  As long as it takes or not at all.  Do you understand?”

She
looked at him in confusion for a long moment, “But…I’ve never done this
before.  I…I don’t know what to do.  How to move.” 

Ryan
reached up and smoothed back her hair, “You’ve never been on top before?  Not…
ever
?” 
She shook her head and he used his hands to guide her body.  Lifting her,
pulling her back down, raising her up again, and going a little deeper each
time. 

“You’re
very big, Ryan.  I’ve never been so…filled up before.  It’s different.  You
feel so good inside me.”  She put her hands flat on his chest and lifted her
hips a couple of inches before dropping back down.  “Does that…is that
alright?”

“Oh my
god, yes.”

“You
look gorgeous like this, Ryan.  I like touching you…”  She tugged her lip
between her teeth and watched as she maneuvered his cock in and out of her
body.  “That’s incredibly erotic…watching you disappear inside me.”  He groaned
and cupped her breast moments before lifting at the waist and taking her nipple
in his mouth. 

The walls
of her pussy clamped hard around him.  “Ryan…I can feel you sucking me in my
clit.  That’s so good.”  When his other hand roamed up her thigh and he placed
his thumb over her clit, she began to move faster, “It’s too much, it feels too
good, Ryan,” she moved over him, lifting her body until he almost fell from her
then slamming herself down until their bodies met with impact. 

As her
climax yanked her out of herself, she screamed his name and let the spasms
rocket through each muscle from her legs to her back.  He continued to thrust
up inside her, driving her higher. 

As her
grip loosened, Ryan rolled her to her back and lifted up on his knees, settling
back on his heels.  He wrapped her legs around his back, her arms around his
neck and started to move.  He rested his head on her shoulder, “Daphne, you
feel so good, so right around me.  I’ve wanted you for so long.  I never
dreamed you’d be here with me like this.”  His arms were tight, criss-crossed over
her back as he lifted her and pivoted his hips into her body.  “Don’t leave me,
please don’t leave me again.”

Daphne
lifted his face to hers, “I can’t leave you, Ryan.  You’re the only person I
feel whole with.”  She kissed him, showing him how much she loved him, trusted
him, “Lay me back, Ryan.”  His eyes were uncertain, “Lay me back and take me. 
I know you’re holding back because you’re afraid to hurt me.  I also know
you’re a man who likes to conquer.  You can conquer me, Ryan.  You’re the only
man I’ll ever submit to again.  Take what belongs to you, what I give you
freely.”

He
went still, his cock throbbing inside her pussy as he processed her words. 
Then he laid her beneath him on the bed and kissed her until she was
breathless, until she was grinding her hips into him.  He started moving in
long, slow thrusts, never taking his mouth from hers and holding most of his
weight on his forearms. 

“You
are so beautiful, so perfect.  Open your eyes, baby, see me here with you. 
Know I will never hurt you; I will only love you.  You have such expressive eyes. 
Keep them on me, honey.”  He glanced down and watched the lips of her pussy
spread to take him, both of them slick with her come.  “Watch, baby.” 

Her
eyes drifted down his body, her hands grasping the back of his neck.  His body
was lean and hard, flexing as he pumped into her.  “We fit so well together,
Daphne.  My cock feels so good with you wrapped around me.  You’re snug and so
wet.  See how slick your body made me?  That’s your come coating me, baby.  I
want to come so bad, to feel what it’s like to come without a condom for the
first time in my life.”  She met his gaze, her look questioning.  

“It
broke, baby.  I’ve never experienced sex without a condom before.”  The muscles
of his thighs were hard, the sculpted surface of his abdomen rippled with every
movement.  He looked at Daphne’s face and smiled, she wanted to talk to Ryan,
to say the words she was feeling.  As if he’d read her mind, he said, “You
know, Daphne, there is nothing you could say or do that would shock me or
embarrass me.  I have always been very…vocal during sex.  You can be, too.”

Her
chuckle turned to a sigh as he pivoted his hips in a circular motion on the
next down-stroke, “I never talked during sex.  I was so shy and when I’d say
something, you know, make a request, I kind of got a look like ‘where the hell
did you learn about that’.  I got used to just sort of being there but not
participating.  Sometimes, I couldn’t…I couldn’t come.  I feel so connected to
you it scares me, Ryan.”  He picked up his speed, the impact of their bodies
meeting getting harder, “Oh yes, oh please yes…I just know somehow you normally
go…harder.  Make me yours, Ryan.  I want to be yours.”

“My god
you feel so damn good.  I’m thinking about trees to keep from coming.  I
haven’t had to do that since I was seventeen.”  His jaw was locked in
concentration.

“Ryan?”

He
ground out, “Yes, baby?”

Gathering
all the courage she had, she said, “Will you please fuck me the way you want to
so I can feel you come inside me?”  He stumbled in his rhythm an instant before
gripping her hips to hold them still so he could drill his body into hers. 

Every
stroke was powerful, his palm over her belly, his thumb on her clit, holding
her in place with the other hand.  He thrust into her welcoming body and she
shouted, “Yes, please, yes, Ryan!  Harder…you feel so good.  Please don’t
stop.”  He increased the force and was literally slamming into her body when
she came so hard he couldn’t move, her upper body jerking forward and crashing
into his chest. 

“Jesus,
Daphne…you’re so tight, I can’t move.  Yes, milk me.”  She felt and saw the
changes in him as he growled, “I’m going to come…
ohfuckohfuck
, Daphne.” 
She felt hot liquid coat the walls of her pussy, driving her into another
orgasm, Ryan’s thumb circling her clit to make it last and last as she moaned
in pleasure. 

When
she felt her back touch the bed, she exhaled deeply and threw her arms out to
the side.  Ryan held her hips, moving in short powerful thrusts as the last of
his come emptied into Daphne’s body.  When he was dry, he rotated his shoulders
and stared at her.  “Daphne…”

“I
hope you have excellent recovery time.  I’m going to need more of that, Ryan.”

With
an exhausted laugh, he withdrew and collapsed on his back beside her.  “That
was fucking incredible.  I’ve never come so hard in my life, Daphne.”

“Neither
have I and I would like to experience it often.”  She rolled to her side,
staring at him.  “I wish we could see ourselves.  In a mirror or something. 
I’d love to see what your whole body looks like when you’re fucking me.”  He
stared at her hungrily.  “I missed you, Ryan.  I missed you so very much.”

He
laid his palm over her cheek and whispered, “I’ll do anything to see you smile,
Daphne.  I’m so sorry for what you went through, but everything led you to me
and I’m so grateful to have you in my life.”  He leaned over to kiss her and
she sighed against his mouth as her hands moved over him, absorbing the warmth
of his skin, and loving the texture so different from hers. 

Tugging
her close to his side, he said into her hair, “I love you and no one will ever
hurt you again.”

“You’re
the only man I’ve ever been truly in love with and I won’t let you regret
letting me stay, Ryan.”

“Daphne,
the only regret I have is not going with you last year…so I could bring you
back.  I’ll never make the mistake of thinking I can live without you again.”  For
the rest of the day, Ryan made love to her again and again.  He healed her a
little more with each kiss, amazed at how she was healing him in return. 

As
they held one another, sleepy and sated, Ryan whispered how glad he was not to
be alone anymore.  Daphne smiled against his neck and told him, “Never lonely
again, Ryan.  Never again.”

The
Barter System

Some
people will go to great lengths to get their research.  Riya O’Connell is
working on her dissertation in Male Sexuality and decides to create a website
called "The Barter System" where she requests applications from men
around the country willing to participate in her research.  She eventually
narrows down her thousands of submissions to eight men.

They
will give her viable data, cover her expenses while in their company, and
ensure she reaches her next destination safely.  In return, Riya will give
them…whatever they want.

As her
project progresses, Riya realizes she’s chosen the eight men in the country who
would love her well and that she could easily love in return.  Subject after
subject is left behind with a small piece of her heart.  Driven by her need to
understand male sexuality, she refuses to quit no matter how difficult it
becomes to keep going.  Her presence creates a ripple effect over the lives of
her subjects and paths cross that might not have been possible without her.  Finding
where her heart ultimately belongs may be an education she didn’t plan on.