It's Hard to See This as a Bad Idea

Hey. No one has reviewed :( Please do. I know I write a little funny. Anyways, this chapter is way shorter but.. Well, as it's non-fiction, You guys would be really bored with what else has happened.
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I closed my eyes, biting my lower lip as both of his hands squeezed my breasts. Gasping lightly as he pinched my nipples lightly between his fingers, I looked down at him, smiling, eyes still heavy lidded. I slowed my movements so that he slid in and out of me slower, taking a slight break while I looked at him. Eyes of brightest blue, cerulean with patches of a stormy grey-blue, looked up at me, soft with ecstasy. I leaned down, pressing my mouth to his well-formed but thin lips, enjoying the feel of his tongue touching mine ever so softly. He wrapped his arms around me, thrusting from underneath me while I hovered still above him, breathing hard into his neck. I inhaled the scent of him, and it was as soothing as it was familiar. “I love you.” I heard him whisper, and I smiled, feeling the warmth in his words. “I love you too.”

“Let’s switch” I heard him say, his slightly-rough voice barely above a whisper in my ear. I leaned up, nodding to him. It was always this way. Ryan was soft, subtle, calm where Kane was rough and even demanding. As I climbed off of him and onto my all fours, I sighed, happiness through me. For all that Kane set me on fire, Ryan was like cool water. Our relationship had none of the passion that I felt with Kane, but it was more soothing, more natural. I felt Ryan’s cock press against my entrance, feeling the slight hesitation. “Am I in the right spot?” He asked, and I grinned in spite of myself. “You’re good.” I told him, gasping as he pushed his length into me without another seconds wait. He was always like that, he would rather ask me if I wanted to have sex, if he was doing it right, if I was enjoying it, rather than just push in and do it his way.

I fell onto my elbows as he picked up speed, my face pressed into a pillow which I used to muffle the sounds of my cries. He could not go as fast as either of us wanted him to, the sound of his hips hitting my ass was already almost too loud. It still felt so good, and I panted heavily as he pounded me from behind, his rhythm ever changing as he went faster, slower, took a second’s break to keep from orgasming too soon. He would draw out, then push himself into me the barest amount, repeating the tiny amount of contact while I waited, braced and full of anticipation, for what was to come. After a different number of small thrusts each time he would push into me forcefully, causing me to cry out and entwine my fingers in the bed sheets. After a while I could feel his tension building, and knew he was close to his peak. When the feeling was too great, he grabbed my hips, his fingers pressing into me while he thrust hard and fast, before gasping and coming inside of me, repeating words of pleasure as he went. Panting heavily, he pressed his chest against my back, kissing the backs of my shoulders while I caught my breath as well.

I lay there that night, Ryan having gone to sleep peacefully beside me, my mind a battlefield between he and Kane. I thought about the last time, when Kane had pushed me over to change positions, and then about how Ryan had asked, ever cautious. I buried my face into the stuffed polar bear I slept with, my mind alight with thoughts. I rolled over, looking at the outline of Ryan in the soft moonlight coming through the window above us. I reached over to kiss the spot where his neck met his shoulders, then ran my hand along his side, resting it on his boney hip. He was smaller, barely six feet with each rib evident and hip and collar bones that stuck out like sharp points. His shoulders offset his slim waist, creating a very triangular shape I had always found attractive. His face was not nearly as beautiful as Kanes, nor was he as physically alluring. From his gorgeous blue eyes to his short cut light brown hair, he really was nothing like Kane. I closed my eyes, forcing myself to think of other things, a nagging feeling of worry in my chest.

The next morning dawned bright and sunny, and I woke to find the bed empty accept for myself. I found Ryan in the other room on his pc, watching something with his headphones on as not to wake me. I kissed him good morning, then checked my own laptop. I did not work until that evening, and planned to relax. Grinning with enlightenment, I swivelled around in my computer chair and got Ryans attention. “Wanna take a shower? We haven’t had one together in awhile.” At his agreement, I got up happily and went to run the water, humming to myself. I loved taking showers with Ryan, whether or not we had sex or simply showered as we would alone. The warm water on my back was always nice, and looking at him naked never hurt. We talked as we would in any other situation, switching in and out of the water for shampooing and body washing. Towelling off, I felt my mood as light and happy as it had ever been, and had energy to boot.

I made us lunch, and we ate it watching television together, both comfortable and happy. Every second I spent with him was easy, and I loved just having him around. After lunch we lay in my bed, talking lightly and cuddling. I felt aroused, without anything really having caused it. I was not known for my sudden sexual desires, and so surprised myself. I knew that foreplay was not Ryan’s favourite thing, but also that I would never finish if we had sex. He had masturbated in front of me before, on nights when I had not wished to have sex, so I felt fully comfortable doing it in front of him.

I reached for the bag I had near my bed, which contained my condoms, vibrator and lube. I only used the condoms when I was on a medication that affected my pills, so they were in short supply. I dug through for my vibrator, its battery and the lube I only used with the toy, putting it all together and adding a few drops to the tip of the little pink contraption. I pressed the tip, which had three metal nubs, against my clit, settling comfortably into my pillows, before switching it on and pressing the button. The toy had been a gift from a previous man in my life, and the thing has somewhere around ten settings, the first three the only I used. The last bunch were a strange combination of intensities and patterns which always confused me. I exhaled slowly as the first setting of vibration pulsed against me, relaxing the muscles in my back. Ryan rolled over to watch me, a smile on his lips and in his eyes. I smiled slightly sheepishly at him, then closed my eyes to focus on my own pleasure.

I clicked the button again, and inhaled sharply as the vibration picked up, humming against my clit and sending waved of pleasure up my body. I slowly moved the tip of it in a circle, feeling it from different angles and gasping lightly when it would hit the perfect spot. I felt Ryans fingers softly touch my inner thigh, but I could barely think of anything but the feelings between my legs. I felt the heat and wetness radiating from the area, knowing my body had responded already to the sensations. Opening my eyes a sliver to check the buttons location, I clicked it again to the next and most intense vibration, snapping my eyes shut again as I moaned audibly this time. At last the house was alone except for Ryan and me, my parents at work. I squeaked, not holding back my voice as I fought the urge to writhe. I began to feel a numbing in my toes, and wiggled them, enjoying the lack of feeling there. A sudden wave of pleasure hit me, and I breathed a few heavy and quick breaths, my back arching as my stomach muscles clenching in unison. I twisted slightly, overcome with ecstasy as I rode the last few moments before release. I cried out loudly, feeling my orgasm like a surge through my body, leaving me panting and numb, oblivious to the world around me.

When I had come out of my reverie, I switched off my vibrator, about to get up to wash it when Ryan stopped me. “No. Now I want to fuck you.” He said, his voice matter-of-fact. I laughed, kissing him with a smile still on my face. I lay down again, holding onto his shoulders while he positioned himself above me. I looked down his body, from the flat planes of his chest to the ab muscles tensed from his position, no ounce of fat between them and the skin stretched over them. I ran a finger down his birthmark, a large area of very light brown that covered his right side, my fingertips enjoying the feel of his smooth skin. As he pressed the head of his cock against my opening, he locked his eyes with mine, and I once again admired the blue of them, before he pushed hard into me, causing me to gasp and dig my nails into his shoulders. My recent orgasm still ran in the back of my mind, intensifying my nerves. I cried out as he pressed into me, my brain buzzing with pleasure. “I love you.” I heard him say above me. I looked up, seeing his eyes open and watching me while he thrusted. “I love you too.” I said, my heart warm.

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As I said, a lot shorter. But hey, you guys needed to know Ryan.