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.

As if it's been there for a long while.

He smiles, but then his expression is slightly more serious as he looks over at me, "yes I'm sure don't worry I want this,"

Then after my reassurance for what seems for the hundredth time, he is back to the crazed beast and tackles me.

He spreads my legs apart, and runs one hand up the apex of my thigh, then switches his hand to his mouth.

All I can do is moan, too dazed too much else.

His mouth is now licking and sucking on my clit.

"Ryver," My voice comes out in a pant.

The pleasure becomes too much after who knows how long, my world had seemed to stop.

"So beautiful," Ryver says, lifting his face from where it laid between my thighs, his lips have become a shade of red, and I can't help the blush enveloping me at the thought of why they are now stained.

His lips are on mine again, making me believe I'm not the only one losing my mind.

I wrap my legs around him bringing his erection closer to my entrance. I hear his hiss, and the struggle in his eyes, as he fights not to lose control completely.

"Ryer," with the simply needy moan, he inch's closer.

"Fuck the condom," he says realizing he hasn't put it on, I want to tell him that it would be okay, I realize that is probably the dumbest thing I could have done, it is relief he was already reaching for it, so I wait, as I hear the crinkling sound of the wrapper.

Not long passes before he is between my spread thighs.

"You can tell me to stop at any moment," he says, placing a light kiss on my forehead, I nod because hell my body has become one of those old rag dolls.

He inched closer, his first thrust is slow, and it takes a bit for me to feel full of him.

But once I do I never want him to leave.

We both stare at each other with so many emotions passing between us in that split second.

We aren't each other's firsts in this moment it is like we are experiencing sex for the first time again, it is a new light where it isn't only for the pleasure of getting off, but to enjoy each other bodies and to connect deeper than ever before.

Slowly his thrust increases, he praises me and gives me encouragement.

Until we are both over the edge.

I am the first to fall, but he isn't far behind.

"Fuck Ensleey," In all the months I have known I haven't ever heard him cuss as much as tonight.

After he slowly pulls out of me, he rolls to his side, he removes the condom and throws it in the small garbage can that I had bought from the dollar store once.

It was pretty and cheap and looked great in my room.

The fact that I can be thinking of my pretty garbage can when I just had the best sex of my life is beyond me.

He wraps his arms around me, and places kisses on my hair.

We cuddle and savour in the aftermath of our prior events, and fall asleep at some point.

I couldn't be more content than I was at the moment.

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~~R y v e r s   P O V~~

I woke up to find that my arms were still wrapped around Ensleey.

I couldn't be happier thinking of how only a few hours earlier we were more connected than I would have thought possible.

Tonight while we had been on our date I realized one very important thing.

I was in love with Ensleey Hendrix.

I don't think there was a specific moment that my liking for her turned to love, I assume it had slowly developed from the little details about her that I found I loved, and tonight was the first time I had allowed my thoughts to wander to that conclusion.

I love Ensleey.

Now all I can hope for is if I tell her, what would her reaction be?

This is why I know I will most likely hold off on telling her for a while.

I'm sure we have time, so what's the rush?

From the darkness that still blankets the room, I can tell that it isn't morning yet.

I grabbed my phone to check the time.

4:16A.M

I wanted to go back to sleep.

Though I needed to piss so got up and made my way to the bathroom that is next to Ensleey's room.

She said that the bathroom was hers once and that since there were three, one belonged to her aunt, and the other was a guest bathroom.

I didn't want to go downstairs so I went to Ensleey's bathroom instead.

As I washed my hands I realized there wasn't a towel, so I checked in the cabinet below the sink.

To my relief I had found what I was aiming for, the cabinet wouldn't close since two had fallen.

I leaned and picked them up fully intending on putting them back and going back to Ensleey's side.

But got blindsided when I saw what seemed to look like a sandwich bag stuffed in one of the towels.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion since all I can see is the top of the bag, the towel still covering the rest.

I took a deep breath hoping it wasn't what I thought it was.

But of course, when I removed the towel, I noticed it was a bag quarter the way with white pills.

On the side, "Molly" was scribbled in messy handwriting.

I put it back the way I found it and placed the towels back too.

All the while my mind was racing with a million conclusions and thoughts.

"What is she not telling me?" I whispered to myself quietly, giving a final glance to the cabinet.

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A u t h o r s   N o t e

Thank you so much for reading!

This is a little different than what I usually end up writing.

Did you enjoy this chapter?

-R.E