Page 15 of Unfaithfully Yours

He reached down and helped me to my feet. I needed the help because my legs were shaking, knees not happy about having been on the floor—not that I'd noticed until I was trying to get up, of course.

When I was standing, Ryan looked me over, his cock a big pole between us, standing over top of his white shirt, deep pink in contrast against the fabric.

I reached for it without thinking and his eyes fluttered for a moment before he opened them again, watching me gently stroking the skin before he moaned softly and pulled his shirt off over his head.

I guess I'd forgotten what Ryan's body looked like. I took for granted that he was in great shape. Being an athlete all his life had done that, followed with a good diet and being a work out enthusiast.

I'd often called him a gym nerd because he poured over nonfiction books on the subject all the time and sometimes got talking about body mechanics in a way that could be hard to follow.

He didn't give me much time to gawk as all his hard work though, because a minute later, my shirt was being pulled up over my head too.

I didn't have a chance to feel self-conscious before Ryan let out a strangled breath and stroked a hand into my chest hair, his other going for my jeans.

I helped eagerly, desperate to finally get them off.

It was easier to breathe with the air on my naked flesh, forcing me to calm down a fraction before Ryan pulled me against his chest.

For the first time, we were against each other completely naked, cocks pressed together and I knew completely that Ryan's body was the most sensual thing I had ever felt.

He pressed his lips to mine and for a long minute, all I could do was cling to him and kiss him, powerless to stop myself from moaning and rutting against his gentle movements.

When he steered me to the bed, I was more than ready for anything and everything.

“Scoot up,” he whispered, and waited for me to crawl back until my head reached the pillows.

Once I was lying there, he shook his head in wonder.

“God, you look good in my bed,” he said, gently stroking my legs before crawling over me on all fours.

My breath caught at the sight of him. He was all strong, sinewy muscles, his big cock dangling between us until he lowered himself slowly, carefully aligning our lengths as he did.

I swallowed, moving my hips experimentally, making our breaths catch at the same time.

“Who knew dicks felt so good,” I mused.

“Me,” Ryan chuckled breathlessly. “I knew.”

“You were holding out on me,” I chastised and lifted for a kiss which he was all too happy to supply.

When he started to thrust against me gently, I pulled back so I could speak.

“You have to stop that or I'm going to come,” I moaned.

“That's kind of the point.”

My balls tightened, precome dripping from me, or more probably from both of us, making it slippery where our tips were rubbing.

I took a shuddering breath, hands tightening on his hips to slow him down. That only made it worse, made every long stroke, every bump and slide of his cock against mine more noticeable and pleasurable.

Ryan's lips parted. A soft grunt and gasp followed as he continued, pressing down harder.

“Fuck. But... We have to have sex,” I begged.

He shut his eyes for a moment and then reached up, cradling my face, forcing me to look at him.

“We're taking it slow,” he said so firmly that I didn't even consider arguing.

“Okay,” I agreed, and relief actually ran through my whole body, relaxing me because I didn't need to try anything else. I didn’t need to push things or jump in as quickly as I'd been planning to.

And I could come. That was the best part, because I wasn't going to last long with him on top of me, the weight of his body holding me down so deliciously.

All of Ryan's naked skin was mine to appreciate now. It was like I'd been given the go ahead to justenjoy this moment. And I did.

I ran my hands over his back and through his hair while he thrust down against me, but my favourite spot turned out to be his ass. It was perky and soft and in the perfect spot to hold onto while he moved, muscles flexing against my palms.

“Oh,” Ryan gasped, and he pushed down harder, speed increasing.

I could feel his balls tightening against mine and the pleasure overwhelmed me all at once until I was clutching Ryan's flesh and coming harder than I ever had, just as he ground down against me, stilling and finishing with a deep guttural grunt, our cocks flexing together until every drop was drained in a hot mess between us.

Ryan sank down against me, pressing his face into my neck and peppering me with kisses while my senses returned to me.

Last time, this was the part where I ran away. This time, I wrapped my arms around his waist, holding him close to me, even though our bellies were slick with come.

“You good?” he finally asked.

I nodded.

“Oh, yeah.”

He sighed in relief.

“Oh good, because I wasn't planning on getting off of you just yet.”

I chuckled but that made our stomachs slide together in an unpleasant enough way that Ryan immediately lifted up with a grimace.

“Never mind. Don't move.”

He climbed off of me, went to the washroom and returned with a damp towel.

I lay there, feeling somewhat silly while he carefully wiped me down, even stroking the fabric over my soft dick like it was something extra delicate. Which to be fair, it was extra sensitive after the frotting.

Ryan drew back, tossed the used towel into the clothes hamper and climbed back into bed with me, carefully pulling the covers up around us and pulling me close to his chest.

“You planning on pampering me?” I asked, smiling despite myself because it felt so nice.

“Mm hm,” Ryan hummed. “If you'll let me.”

“I'll let you,” I promised. “I'm already starting to get used to it... What do I get next? Breakfast in bed?”

Ryan chuckled and his lips found my neck again, kissing me there and nuzzling behind my ear. Wow. He was a cuddler. And I hadn't realized how much I liked cuddles until this very moment.

I squirmed a little closer, practically purring when he squeezed me even tighter.

“You going to stay that long?” he asked curiously.

It took me a moment to follow.

“You planning on staying the night?” he clarified.

I hadn't actually thought about the logistics, but as soon as he asked the question, I knew I couldn't.

“I should probably tell Melissa it's over before she finds out about us,” I said. “So, no, I'll go home.”

“Good plan,” he said, gently. “Do you want me to come?”

My heart warmed at the offer and I shifted around to look at him.

“You would really do that?” I asked.

He nodded, his lips finding mine briefly before he pulled back.

“I'll be there as moral support if you want. Even just in another room. Or I can talk to her with you and tell her that...”

I smiled softly.

“That we're sleeping together?” I supplied.

He nodded, but didn't look at me. In fact, he didn't look very happy at all suddenly.

It was a serious moment and I should be concentrating on that, but God, his pout was fucking cute.

“Or that, we're seeing each other now,” he went on and he glanced up, meeting my eyes with uncertainty.

“That is what we're doing now, right?” he added, just to be sure.

“Ryan,” I said, brushing my fingers through his soft hair. “You're not going to get rid of me that easily. Not now that I know what I really want.”

He swallowed, red tinting his cheeks.

“Okay. Good .”

He pressed a kiss to my lips and next thing I knew, we couldn't stop kissing.

His lips and tongue just tasted so good. I felt like I hadn't had a good meal in years and was now being offered an all-you-can-eat buffet.

My cock got rock hard and I bit into his lip, thrusting up to meet his hardening length and suddenly we were pumping against each other again, even more frantic than before, the preciousness gone.

Hands pulling at each other's hair, teeth nipping skin, until we were clinging to each other, orgasms shaking through us and we collapsed, gasping against each other.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “I have to go now. Or I'll never get out of here.”

Ryan snorted.

“So stay then. I'll send Melissa a memo for you.”

I groaned.

“That is so wrong.”

I pushed him gently until he rolled grudgingly off of me.

“Where's that towel?” I asked, glancing around.

“In the laundry hamper,” he supplied, lying back with a sigh.

He remained where he was, watching me move around the room and then wipe myself off when I found the damp towel.

When I approached, he took it and wiped himself down before handing it back.

“Why do I feel like you don't want me to come with you?” he asked, watching as I pulled on my boxers.

I paused and glanced at him with a regretful smile.

“I don't know how it's going to go,” I said. “I feel like we're just going to be shouting at each other for hours.”

“You never shout,” Ryan argued. “Neither does Melissa.”

“Arguing, then,” I said, shrugging. “Either way, I don't think it's going to pleasant and I think I should buck up and do it alone. Like a man.”

Ryan rolled his eyes.

“You're still a man, even if you need someone to have your back.”

“I know,” I said, “but it's my marriage. I've already dragged you into it. I don't want you to have to deal with this part of it too.”

His gaze softened.

“I get it, just...”

“Just what?”

He swallowed.

“Just, don't change your mind about us.”

Us. That had such a nice ring to it.

I pulled my shirt over my head and then climbed back into his bed on all fours to press another kiss to his mouth which was still soft and full from all my kisses before.

“That's not going to happen,” I promised.

I wished I could find words for the way that I felt.

The way that the world seemed more promising and good than it had before.

For the excitement that went through me when he looked at me and the way my chest felt lighter.

The way I felt loved when our eyes met—like I wasn't one person anymore, but someone else's other half.

I wasn't a very poetic man though. I had opted out of writing my own vows the first time around and this time, the feelings bombarding me were too overwhelming to even try to categorize.

So, I looked him in the eyes, pressed another lingering kiss to his lips and hoped that he could feel it. When I pulled back, his gaze told me that he did.