“Or on my face.”
“Imagine that,” I teased.
He eyed me. “I do… all the time.”
I grinned before leaning in to kiss his soft lips. “What in the world am I supposed to do with you, Brixton Cole?”
“I ain’t quite sure. I think you’re supposed to love me forever.”
The flight was quick. We barely had time to clean up from joining the mile-high club on the jet before it was time for us to prepare for landing.
“Jackson Bluff, Michigan,” I read the sign welcoming us into town from the passenger side of the truck that had been waiting for us when we landed.
Though Chicago was still experiencing bouts of the summer season, it seemed that Jackson Bluff was fully ensconced in autumn. The trees featured leaves bathed in Earthy hues of red, brown, yellow, orange, and green. And the smell of pumpkin spice everything seemed to permeate the air of the small town.
Brixton pulled into the driveway of a cute little cottage, then turned to me. “Welcome to your babymoon, Ry.”
Tears threatened at the brims of my eyes. This man. To have suffered the neglect and disregard he had at the hands of his parents, his heart was still open. He was still caring and kind. He was still giving and thoughtful. He was still protective and providing. How could his innate goodness not bring me to tears?
He watched me silently do battle with my emotions and hormones before leaning across the armrest and kissing me deeply. “You’re sweet.”
“No.” I disagreed with a shake of my head. “You’resweet.”
He led me into the small bungalow that would be our nest for the next few days. He put our stuff in the bedroom while I went to relieve my bladder, then we traded places. I attended to our bags and belongings while he used the facilities.
“No cooking. No cleaning on this trip. All I want you to do is relax.” He joined me in the bedroom. “Let’s go eat.”
The town was quaint, cute, and done up for the season. Every storefront on Main Street had bales of hay in front of it. There were wheel barrels filled with pumpkins and colorful leaves. There were straw baskets overflowing with ripe, red apples and scarecrows hovering from lampposts.
“I love it here,” I told Brixton with a big smile on my face as we made the short walk from where we parked the truck.
After breakfast, we hit up the spa and got side-by-side massages. Feeling relaxed and stress free, we walked around, exploring the local shops. We stopped to buy cups of steaming apple cider and cinnamon donuts still warm from the oil. Then, we sat on a bench across from a fruit stand and enjoyed them.
“You’re spoiling me.”
“I dig it, though. It’s crazy how much I like doing it.”
I swallowed the last bite of donut and finished the last corner of my cider before standing from the bench. I turned to Brixton. “Well, let’s head back to the house, so that I can show you my appreciation.”
He gave me a grin. It was that same one that always sent butterflies off to the races in my stomach.
We barely made it into the bedroom of the rental house before I was on him. I was staring into his eyes, so I saw the exact second he registered the lust in mine. My hands went into the waistband of his pants. I lowered slowly to my knees, taking both his pants and his underwear with me.
“Let me just state for the record that you’re the best fucking woman… shit!” His words trailed off into a deep, throaty moan as I ran my tongue over the tip of his dick, catching the pre-cum that had started to leak.
With one hand on his dick, I used the other to drag my fingernails up and down the back of his thigh. Humming around the thickness of his veiny shaft, I created more saliva in my mouth as I suctioned him.
I sucked him sloppily for a while, using my hands to jerk him until he decided that he wanted to take over. His hands found my head, tangling themselves in my hair as he thrusted his hips forward. I hollowed my jaws while he pumped in and out of my mouth. Saliva pooled as he savagely handled me.
“Shit, Ry! You’re such a fucking angel. Best decision I ever made.”
His words hit me in the heart. I moaned around his girth again while reminding myself to relax my throat. I sucked and sucked, lavishing his dick with my mouth. At times, I brought him deep into my throat, at others, I concentrated on giving the head major love. And at others still, I hollowed my cheeks and tried to pull his soul out through the tip of his dick.
“You gonna be a big girl and catch this nut?”
I gave him my eyes, silently letting him know that I was his and he could use me as he pleased.
When Brixton’s thrust became jagged, I knew he was close to achieving his release. I opened my mouth wide and caught every drop as he roared out his orgasm.
