“Mmm.” The sound rumbled out of him and shook right through my chest. “I wish I could give you something as impressive as your story but there’s not much to explain. The waves are from the seacoast, the trees from the rest of New Hampshire.” He motioned to the numbers running down the length of his side. “Dates of my national championships. Not much else.”
“But—” I tapped a finger to the scribbled words tucked in between the trees, around the spiral of the waves. And the small flowers raining down his chest between other designs. “What does this say?”
“Nothing, really. Bullshit that sounded cool in college. That sort of thing.” When I just went on staring at him, he added, “Myartist is really talented and comes up with a lot of great ideas to extend the existing pieces. It doesn’t have to mean anything.”
But that wasn’t Ryan. Not at all.Everythingmeant something to him. Every decision was built upon a thousand others like a monument. And he’d done nothing, absolutely nothing at all, not even once, because it had sounded cool.
“Not that interesting.” He cupped my backside and rocked against my core. I was sensitive but not sore, and that mattered. “You know whatisinteresting? How you still haven’t told me what you’re using with those toys to help you along.”
“I can’t see why that’s something you need to know.”
“But it is,” he argued, completely serious. “If you’re going to use me, you might as well make it an authentic experience.”
“I think I’m good for the night.” I rolled against his erection just to see if I could get some exasperation from him. Not even a flash. “I’m caught up now. Thanks.”
The hand on my ass slipped between my legs to where I was wet all over again. “Are you though?” When I didn’t respond, he went on. “You prefer mornings, right? You’ve said as much a few times. How does that go? Open your eyes, reach for your phone to turn off the alarm, and then—” He followed the quick glimpse I shot my phone on the bedside table. Fatal mistake. A slight smile brightened his eyes as he reached for the device. He held it to me while the other hand stroked my seam. “Show me.”
“Why?”
He leaned in, brushed his lips over the shell of my ear. A shudder moved through me. “Because I want to know everything.”
“Nothing in it for you?”
“It’s all for you,” he said, “but that only makes it better for me.”
I didn’t know if it was the orgasms or the ridiculous adrenaline of the day but those words did something to me.They told me to get moving because there was nothing to be embarrassed about, not after everything else that’d happened tonight. At this point, it would only be crazy tonotshare my porn preferences with my husband.
“I’m lazy,” I said, climbing off his lap to a grunt of protest. I settled on my side and tugged him behind me. His arm went over my hip, his hand between my thighs like cupping me was his default position. “I roll over, grab a toy, and visit one of my favorites.”
Ryan nudged his knee between my legs, opening me to him as I tapped through my bookmarks. His touch was light, almost absentminded, as I swiped through the options. I heard him suck in a breath as the videos’ titles and cover images flew by. His hips surged against my backside but he didn’t say anything, only pressing his lips to the ball of my shoulder and keeping them there.
“Just so you know,” I started, fully defensive, “I like a whole bunch of different things. That doesn’t mean I want to do any of them. Don’t get any ideas or make any wild assumptions. These are just things?—”
“I understand how porn works, Emmeline. Pick something.”
I tapped the first bookmark and propped my phone on a small pillow. The video opened on a yoga studio with a handful of participants rolling out their mats. The rough exhale on my shoulder told me he knew where this would end up.
“Would you have that toy where you want it by now?”
I nodded as the yoga students started stripping out of their clothes. This video didn’t waste any time and I appreciated that. I also liked the amateurish vibe and the slightly above-average bodies that weren’t stuffed with implants and waxed within an inch of their lives. It was like a real yoga class that just happened to devolve into an orgy within five minutes.
Ryan reached for something from the other table and returned with the condoms and lube just as the instructor paced the rows of mats. “Then let’s do that.” I shifted toward him, onto my back, but he stilled me with a hand between my shoulder blades. “Stay there. So we can watch.”
I rolled back to my side in time to catch the instructor stroke a pair of dicks while the students stood in tree pose. Remarkable balance on those two.
I heard Ryan tear open the condom and then the top click open on the lube bottle. He pushed two slippery fingers inside me as the instructor demonstrated the downward dog pose with the assistance of three students. I knew he felt me clench.
Then he was there, the broad head of his shaft pressing against my tender flesh. He rocked back for a second before sliding all the way in, filling me past the point of full, and I screamed at the perfect, overwhelming pressure.
“Shhh. I’m trying to listen,” he said.
I wanted to respond with some sharp comment but this position made me feel like he was rearranging my organs and breathing was the most I could manage. I’d never been so thankful for lube as I was right now.
He skimmed a hand up my torso as the yoga class melted into a crush of bodies bucking, licking, stroking. Every possible pairing, every position. Taking my hand, he led me back to my clit. “Show me what you like.”
I didn’t think twice about obeying. It wasnecessary. When his fingers moved to my nipples and he pulled in time with each thrust, I knew I was a minute, maybe two away from coming. Even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t be able to hold back.
“That is—” His words cut off as he groaned into my shoulder. He liked the three women taking turns helping each other with their bridge poses. Not that I could blame him. Incredible teamwork in action. His hips moved faster and I hoped he wasclose. I wanted this time to be good for him. “Fuck, I like your style, wife.”
