Bella:
"Ryder," I called out, walking to the bed and wrapping my arms around his neck.
He kissed my right arm, then pressed his face against my belly, wrapping his arms tightly around me.
"I'm sorry you had to find out this way," I said to him, and he pulled away, giving off a sigh.
"It's better I found out this way, because I cannot imagine looking at my mother as she told that story. Plus, it made me understand something." I caressed his head as he spoke. "I've been selfish, caught up in myself and the idea of having a perfect family, that I never considered my parents' feelings. They both suffered, and if being separated makes them happy, then I would be a fool to hate them. I wish I could repair the hurt, and..."
"You were a kid, and now you know better," I said, cupping his face in my hands. Then I sighed, remembering my father.
"I know better too," I said in a low tone as I let go of his face, sitting on the bed.
"I am sorry about your dad, and..."
"I do not want to talk about it, please. It will only make me more infuriated," I said, and then he nodded, causing us to go silent for a while as I peered at a wall in the room.
Ryder slid his hands around my waist, pulling me close to him. I placed my head on his shoulder.
"You know this is the room we stayed in the last time?" he asked, and I nodded as he rubbed my waist gently.
"The sheets are still the same," I said in a low tone, and he took my hand, kissing the back of my palm.
"I would give anything to go back to that night. It was one of the best days of my life, and I wouldn't trade it for anything."
When he said this, I pulled away from him, looking into his beautiful eyes. We inched closer as though we were first- time lovers. Our lips met in a passionate kiss, and Ryder tugged on my body, pressing me against him.
His hands trailed around my body, making their way underneath my gown. Then he rested his hands on my panties, causing me to pull away from the kiss.
I peered into his eyes.
"Those words you said..."
"I meant every single one of them, Bella. Sometimes, I wish we could just live happy lives, but our lives are already fucked up. We can only make the best out of it," he said, and I leaned in again, taking his lips.
I grabbed underneath his shirt, rolling it off his head, then I ran my hands over the contours of his abs, leaning forward as he wrapped his arms around me, falling backward with me on top.
He slid his hands underneath my dress, pulling down my underwear, then he rolled me over, getting on top of me. Slowly, he grabbed the hem of my dress, pulling it up to my stomach. He kissed from my thighs, burying his head between my legs.
As his tongue came into contact with my core, my body jerked, causing me to run my hand through his hair. He grabbed my waist with both hands, sucking on my clit before moving his tongue lower, resting it on the lips of my core. My entire body quivered, consumed by pleasure, and I bit back my moans to avoid disturbing the house. Soon, my legs became still, and he stopped. Then he pulled off his pants, rubbing my entrance briefly with his hardened self before pushing into me.
I groaned in a low tone, and he grabbed both of my hands, placing them above my head, then he lowered himself to me, pressing his lips against mine. The more he thrust into me and my walls accommodated him, the more I wanted him. He was deep inside, but I wanted him deeper.
He trailed kisses down my neck, then he let go of my hands, lifting my back a bit to find the zipper of my dress. He unzipped it, pulling it down to my belly to reveal my breasts.
Then he dug his face into my cleavage, letting out muffled moans as he moved in and out of me rhythmically. Suddenly, he pulled away and got on his back. I got on top of him, throwing my hands on his shoulders. He grabbed my waist, guiding my body up and down as he bore his eyes into me.
With each stroke and groan from him, I felt myself getting closer to my climax, and soon my legs began to wobble. He let go of me, allowing me to take charge as I increased my pace, rocking back and forth to satisfy my rising urge, which suddenly came to an end as I fell forward onto him, and he wrapped his arms around me, pushing into me slowly.
"I love you," he whispered in my ear, planting kisses on my neck. "I'm about to cum," he whispered again, and I lifted my body. Then he helped me off him.
I lay on my back on the bed as he turned to the side, finishing on the floor.