Chapter 42 New rule number one. We act responsibly
Saraphina
“What are you writing?”
Ryan said with a raised voice. He had just finished his shower. I was perched on the edge of his desk with a pen and paper.
“New rules,” I answered softly, not looking up from my writing.
“You and your damn rules,” he laughed. The sound was warm. “We both know we’ll just wind up breaking every single one.”
I rolled my eyes at him.
“No, we will not. We are going to handle this like grown-ups. Like two people who know better,” I said.
Ryan walked toward me. He had nothing on but a towel around his hips. I had to turn my head before he caught me staring.
“Can we not just get to the part where we fuck?” he asked, his voice low.
“Ahem,” I cleared my throat pointedly. “New rule number one. We act responsibly. We are mature. That means we do not do anything careless. We do not do anything that could hurt the people we care about. If we cause pain, we stop.”
“Mmhm,” he murmured, but he was not listening. He had buried his face against my neck, planting soft kisses along my skin.
“Do not distract me,” I said, though my voice wavered. “New rule number two. If there is a real chance for either of us to be happy with someone else, we take it. And we let the other person go.”
“You are really terrible at dirty talk,” was his reply. His hands were on my thigh now, moving up toward my hip. It took everything in me not to move under his touch.
“R-rule number three,” I managed to say. “No matter what happens… we do not look back and wish things were different.”
This time, he stopped. He pulled away. His eyes dropped to the floor like he was thinking hard about something.
“Those are the saddest rules I have ever heard,” he said, finally looking at me.
“I think it is the only way to do this. We need a plan. A backup plan.”
“Fuck that,” he said, shaking his head.
“Sign it,” I told him. “Please.”
He looked at me like I was crazy. But he took the paper and pen from my hands. I had already signed my name on the line. I thought he would just write his name, but he seemed to be writing more.
“There,” he said finally, handing it back.
He had signed it. But underneath, he had added his own line:
Rule Number 4. Forget rules one through three. We are going to love each other until the end.
“Ryan,” I started to argue. “That does not count…”
But I could not finish. His mouth was on mine, taking it, claiming me all over again.
Oh, what the hell.
I rolled my eyes at myself and let the stupid paper fall to the floor. Then I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him close.
Ryan
Saraphina was… incredible. Every day with her showed me something new, and it always made me love her more. For example, she could not cook to save her life. She once mistook salt for sugar, I am not joking. She sang in the shower, and when the mirror fogged up, she drew little happy faces in the steam. She got very grumpy when she was hungry, but a bowl of chocolate ice cream could fix her mood every single time.
Just being near her was everything. Holding her hand in the car, walking with her on the beach, sharing Chinese food from a box, having her in my arms at night, I lived for those moments. But that was not all we did.
Take a few nights ago. She was gone all day, running errands in town. For some reason, she would not let me come. I waited for her all day. So when she finally walked through the door…
“Bedroom. Now,” I told her, my voice leaving no room for argument.
A minute later, she was naked on my bed. I was about to look for a condom when she spoke up.
“I got the shot today. It is within the first five days of my cycle, so you do not have to… use one.”
Hearing her say that almost made me lose it right then. I turned back to her fast, lifting one of her legs over my hip. Then I pushed into her, slow and deep. She felt unbelievably good. My cock was surrounded by her warmth, tight and wet. It was a feeling I could never describe. I knew I would not last long.
I moved faster, my mouth on her neck and collarbone. My hands worked over her breasts, and she let her head fall back. From the way her body moved against me, I could tell she was almost there. Soft moans left her lips, her hips pushing up to meet mine.
“Come for me, Saraphina,” I said through my teeth.
With that, she cried out, her body clamping down hard around me. The feeling was so intense I could not hold back anymore. I cursed into the air as we finished together, her squeezing me tight as I spilled deep inside her. It was the first time I had ever come inside her, and I had to close my eyes because it was almost too much to feel.
After that night, I wanted her even more, if that was possible.
We took every chance we got. One night, we were on the couch. I was taking her from behind. Her ass was so perfect I had to stop myself from leaving a mark. After we both finished, I stayed inside her. I did not want to pull out. So I did not. I held her like that, spooning her, until we fell asleep.
We woke up still connected. She tried to wiggle away, but the movement just made me hard again. Getting hard while already inside her was a whole new kind of feeling. So we did it again. I put her leg over mine and took her slowly from the side.
It was incredible. She could not even speak when we were done.