“Done what?” I asked from behind the pillow.
“Gotten off just from going down on someone. And there were five different times when I almost blew it but I kept thinking you’d ask me to fuck you and I wanted you to use me any way you needed. I didn’t let go until you’d come on my face.”
I edged the pillow aside to catch his eye. “Are you being serious?”
He nodded, the rough scrape of his scruffy jaw on my thigh only making the pressure gathered behind my clit more intense. “There’s nothing hotter in the whole fucking world than turning you on and getting you off. Tasting you too. God, you taste so fucking good. And watching you drop that sweet shy girl act? Fuuuuck. That’s when I know it’s time to go to work.”
“It’s not an act,” I said. “I am shy. Sometimes.”
He leaned down, teased my clit with his tongue until my hips started rolling in response. “You’re not shy. You just need a minute to remember how it’s going to be with us.”
I didn’t trust the orgasm building deep in my pelvis. My second and third orgasms were always small, more like epilogues of the first than whole new stories. But this didn’t feellike an epilogue. It was heavy and low and unfamiliar. It was new—and strange enough that I almost wanted Ryan to stop.
Instead, I asked, “And how’s it going to be?”
He shifted to his knees, one hand still moving between my thighs and summoning something from my darkest depths while he stretched over me and planted the other hand near my shoulder. Dipping down, he brushed his lips over mine. “You’re my wife,” he said. “You let me give you everything you need.”
I chased his lips for another kiss. He gave me that—and his fingers inside me with the kind of quick, shallow thrusts I required right now. “Everything?”
“Everything. Always.” He caught my bottom lip between his teeth, bit down just enough to send a zing of electricity to my core. “That’smyrule.”
I curled an arm around his neck when the first tremors of the orgasm started. The little waves moved outward from my clit but then I clenched hard around his fingers, hard enough for him to whisper, “Oh,fuck” and gaze down at my body like he could see those spasms as they happened. Maybe he could. Maybe I was too far gone to notice.
“You forgot.”Ryan picked up my hand from where it rested on his carved abs and pressed his thumb to my palm. Same as I used to do for him after big written exams. “I told you I’d handle field day.”
My eyelids felt heavy as I blinked at him. I knew I’d sleep like a stone if I could just stop trailing my fingertips over him, stop curling closer. But there was a ripple of electricity just beneath the surface of my skin and it sparked to life in every place where we touched. I feared it would stop if I fell asleep.
“Hmm. Yeah. I thought that meant you’d swing by and run around for a few minutes.”
He shook his head, working the tight muscles between my thumb and index finger. I pulled the blankets up around us higher. “I have it all under control. Nothing for you to do.”
I nestled deeper into the pillows to watch him. “But…what does that mean? Because this is kind of a big deal and it needs to be handled a certain way unless I want to tick off everyone. It might sound like a lot of fun for second graders to play dodgeball with McKerry but we have a lot of kids to entertain and a lot of teachers will run me out of town if I leave them with an hour or two to kill before the end of the day.”
He huffed out a laugh. “I promise you that won’t happen.”
“For the sake of my relationships with these people, why don’t you just tell me whatwillhappen?”
He didn’t respond right away. I watched him tenderizing my palm and let my gaze follow the lines of his tattoos up and around his arm, over his shoulder. I’d always wanted to study them like this. Now I wanted to know what they meant.
Eventually, Ryan said, “I played in college with a guy who runs training camps for student athletes. Mostly D1-bound football, basketball, and soccer players, but also swimmers, gymnasts, runners. I gave him a call, asked him to come up with something for a range of ages, and just blow the whole thing out.”
I yanked my hand from his grasp so I could sit up to face him. Since we’d scooted to the other side of the bed—away from any damp spots—that basically required me to straddle his lap. His naked lap. We’d each taken a minute to tidy but it did leave us completely undressed. “You hired a pre-college athletic trainer to run field day?”
“If you hate it, we can change it. I had backup plans if that didn’t?—”
“It’s amazing.” I brought both hands to his face, cupping his jaw. “I can’t believe you did that.”
He pulled an irritable scowl. “Why not? You should expect me to follow through. Expect me to have decent plans when I commit to something. It’s the barest fucking minimum.”
“Your minimum might be a little higher than everyone else’s.”
“Get used to it either way.” He closed his hands around my wrists. “The idea of your entire class going against McKerry in a dodgeball game does have its merits though.”
I dropped my head to his shoulder as I laughed. “We’ll make that happen.” I settled deeper into the crook of his neck with a yawn. “Thank you.”
He kissed my shoulder. “Of course.”
When he banded his arms low on my hips, I felt the hard ridge of his shaft against my belly. It was as good an opportunity as any so I reached between us and curled my fingers around his length. “I told you a few secrets,” I whispered, dragging the backs of my fingers down his arm. “Now it’s your turn. Tell me what these mean.”
