Page 73 of Deserving Ryleigh
Ryleigh watched as Tiny leaped out of bed—he looked damn fine, wandering around butt-ass naked—and headed for the bathroom. He returned a moment later with a damp washcloth. She tried to take it from him, but he shook his head and climbed back onto the bed.
He gently wiped between her thighs, and looking down, Ryleigh saw a smear of red on the cloth.
“You know, I never thought much about what a woman goes through when she has sex for the first time. But now I’m understanding why the men of olden times hung the bloody sheets out their windows. I want to pound my chest and declare to the world that you’re mine. That you chose me for your first. It’s an honor, sweetheart. I won’t ever forget this moment.”
“It’s just a bit of blood,” Ryleigh felt obligated to point out.
“No, it’s you trusting me not to hurt you more than necessary. It’s you letting me take you without a condom. It’s you giving me something you held on to for thirty-one years.”
She wasn’t sure what to say about that. And then she recalled the look on his face when he realized how much pain she was in. He looked terrified. But he hadn’t panicked. Had immediately done what he could to mitigate her discomfort by staying absolutely still. By giving her pleasure to work through the pain. She couldn’t have chosen a better man to give her virginity to. This was why she’d waited. To give it to him. To Tiny.
When he was finished cleaning away their combined orgasms from between her legs, he got back up to put the washcloth in the bathroom. As he approached the bed, shenoticed that he hadn’t cleaned himself. Even though he was flaccid, she could see tiny streaks of her blood on his cock, along with evidence of their orgasms.
It wasn’t until he’d situated them in their usual sleeping positions that she found the courage to say, “Won’t you be uncomfortable? With that…stuff, drying on your skin?”
He chuckled against her. “Maybe. But I don’t care. I want you on me. Don’t love the blood, but since it’s evidence of you taking me for your own, I’ll be okay for a night.”
“It’s kind of gross,” Ryleigh whispered.
“You want me to clean up?” he asked, lifting his head, his muscles flexing as if he was preparing to get off the mattress once more.
“No! I mean, not if you don’t want to. I just want you to be comfortable.”
“Smelling you on my skin, my soap on your body, holding you in my arms…I’m comfortable.”
“Okay then.”
“Okay,” he agreed.
They lay in silence for a moment, before Ryleigh asked tentatively, “Next time…you’re going to move though, right?”
He chuckled. “No clue. I lose all control when it comes to you. You think you’d like that?”
“Um, yeah. I liked how it felt there at the end, but I think having you moving would feel even better.”
Tiny groaned, and he shifted next to her. She smiled, loving that she could affect him. Could turn him on.
“What else do you want to try?”
“Try?”
“Yeah, in bed.”
“Everything?”
“I’m going to need you to be more specific. I know you enjoyed when I touched your ass, and as I said, anal’s not my thing, but if you want to try it we can. But not right away. It’ll take a while for us to get you ready for that.”
“I don’t think so…but I did like you touching me there.”
“I liked it too.”
“And I want to give you a blow job. And maybe you can take me from behind? I’ve heard that feels good.”
“You’re killin’ me, sweetheart. Anything you want, you can have. Don’t be embarrassed to ask. Between us, in this bed, nothing’s off-limits. Okay?”
“Okay,” she said with a smile. To be honest, she was relieved her first time was behind her. It had felt like this hugethinghanging over her head. And now that it was gone, she was…free.
Her dad was behind bars, The Refuge was safe, she was free to be exactly who she was. And she could be that person with Tiny. She’d never been happier.
