The Sun and the Moon [Wattys 2015 winner]

Epilogue: Full Circle

Six Months Later

He's thrusting into me from behind, his sweat dripping on my back, veins straining in his brawny forearms that clutch my pale, naked hips.

I was so fucking into this, I could hardly breathe. But I let out a moan and it was a real, honest-to-fuck moan. I couldn't keep my reactions away from Ryan and I never needed to fake anything with him. And because he was always completely focused, completely into fucking me thoroughly, and enjoying my reaction, he always knew when to push it and when to take it easy on me.

I guess today was a day to push it, because the next thing I knew, he surprised me by pulling his cock out, and smacked me with his palm, hard, on my ass, on the right side.

I gasped.

Ryan had never spanked me before. I had never been spanked before.

But fuck me, I liked it. What a surprise. It was just a little bite, then he thrust into me again, hitting the exact right spot on the front of my pussy, which really wanted to let go and visit the land of orgasm. I was ready to climax. But no, then he pulled out, again, and smacked me on the left side of my ass this time.

Fuck.

Thrust. Withdraw. Smack. Thrust. Withdraw. Smack.

I was wet and it was wild.

He kept up this crazy rhythm of pummeling me with his cock and spanking me on different parts of my ass. With every thrust, with every spank, my breasts jiggled, my pussy clenched, and oh, my, he was wearing me out.

So, my Sun God was back and in full form.

And he was hotter than ever.

I guess I had come full circle. Before, I was worried about getting an orgasm, any orgasm, even a little one. Now, my Sun God had coaxed out of me so many reliable orgasms, and fuck me, multiple most of the time, that he was now experimenting with drawing it out, making me wait, denying me orgasms. Such delicious torture.

Bastard.

Good thing I loved him.

And my body loved this. I loved the way our bodies moved together. I loved his combination of hard and gentle. I loved his attention to me. I loved the connection of our bodies and to him, the sensations that I felt in my body, in my brain, and in my heart.

I couldn't wait for the flood of the good shit in my brain that comes when you come. Since that day in the storage room in Southwinds, I had been counting on consistent and awesome sex as part of my recovery from depression. I tell you, it really worked.

But right now?

"Ryan, you bastard, let me come now or I'll do it myself," I yell-whispered at him.

"Whatever you say," he muttered in my ear, and he thrust in and stayed there, not moving, bringing two hands (two!) to stimulate my clit, and the combination of him rubbing my wet clit and pressing his long, exquisite cock into my g-spot meant virtually instant orgasm for me.

Yay!

My body took over, shaking involuntarily, as he rode it out of me, my torso shuddering, impaled on his cock. And then my shaking and shuddering apparently set off his orgasm, as he groaned and bit my neck, pressing his cock up super high into my pussy as he came in a rush of warm spurts.

And then he collapsed, pushing me down onto the bed, so that I collapsed too, and he covered me completely with his big, warm, tan body. He propped himself up with his elbows so he wasn't squishing me too badly, and sucked my ear.