This Can't Be The End

Chapter 36

Warning: mature content ahead

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"Fuck," I hear Ryver's voice and feel my thighs quiver.

His mouth descends on mine once again his hands travel to my hair, lacing his finger through the strands, he then pulls at it, making me release a needy moan.

What the hell is he doing to me?

I haven't felt this amount of need and desperation, in years.

Actually ever, if we are talking about it in this sense only, because hell I've never needed another person the way I needed Ryver Webb at that time.

His mouth leaves mine, our breathing is erotic and heavy, pants of air can be heard, neither of us was bothered by it to stuck in the sizzling moment filled with chemistry and lust.

His mouth goes to my neck sucking on it hard, probably leaving a mark, in its wake.

But for once I don't care, the sensation is too good, I'm overwhelmed with emotions that I never knew I could have, could feel in such intensity.

"Is this okay?" Ryver asks as he leaned away, I can see the desire in his green eyes, he isn't acting on it, waiting for me to give him the green light.

"Yes please," I say breathlessly, he's asked this multiple times, though I completely understand why.

His eyes only grow a shade darker, as he attacks me like a possessed animal going after his prey.

He looks at me for approval once his hand grazes the bottom of my top, I give him a meek nod.

He proceeds to lift my top, and I lean on my elbows giving him the chance to lift my top, and he does, just that cursing under his breath when he sees my naked torso save for my bra.

"We can stop at any time," He says, as he begins to place feather-light kisses on the fabric of my bra.

"I need you," I say, in a voice that sounds like me at all.

The words sound foreign to my tongue, I had never said that before.

I've never needed someone as much as I need this boy, and I know, no one will ever be close to him.

I'm his, and he can easily shatter me whole, but I have no choice but to serve my heart to him. It's his, and I have no say in the matter.

"Ensleey," he groans, losing control completely.

In no time, I have gotten Ryver's shirt off, my bra follows, then the rest of our clothing.

Now what is left is two naked bodies pressed together, in a passionate kiss, my hands are tangled in his hair and his mouth is glued to mine.

I can feel that time has stopped, that somehow we are now two souls that are merged into one, his hands are roaming every crevice of my body, only adding more heat to said body, that feels almost burning.

The hardness of him is pressed on my thigh, I am well aware that he is still seeking my approval even with us both naked.

"Ryver please," I pant out.

"Are you sure?" he asks again, his expression seeming to have sobered up the slightest.

"Yes," I say immediately because it is the full truth.

He nods, then gets up, I'm guessing to get a condom. "Fuck I don't think I have a condom," he says.

He gets up and retrieves his jeans, searching frantically in the pockets coming up empty each time, then he finally lands on his wallet, he searches in the pockets of it until he lands on a small pocket and to my relief he finds a condom, though the wrapper is wrinkled.