“Don’t worry about me. You need to get on the road. We can discuss everything when you get back from your honeymoon.” I kiss Harley on the cheek and hug her when Rylan finally releases me.
The day drags on with many of his club members stopping by to check on me. By the time I get Oly out of the tub and ready for bed, I’m exhausted. Rylan told me he’s working in his office tomorrow and will watch Oly, so I don’t have to take her to the shop. I’m planning to get there early.
I get ready to jump in the shower so I can wash my hair and not have to wake up even earlier. The drive from Rylan’s house to Wasilla is usually about twenty minutes, and since I’m leaving early, it shouldn’t be bad. But it’s started snowing, and if the roads or traffic are rough, the trip could stretch to thirty minutes or more.
I’m stripping out of my clothes when the hair on the back of my neck rises. I turn and see Rylan standing in the doorway. I hold up my index finger and curl it at him, beckoning him to come to me. He does. I kneel on the heated floor before him. I’ve wanted to do this. I’ve read about it, but I’ve never done it.
Unfastening his belt, I pull open his jeans and let them fall to his bare feet. I’m not into men’s feet, but Rylan’s are long and sexy, smooth, showing he takes care of himself. He steps out of his jeans, and I look up at him as I drag his boxers down his legs. His breath hitches slightly, and he caresses my face.
“You don’t have to do this.”
“Yes, I do. I want you to be my first.”
“Your last,” he corrects me.
I look at his long cock, pointing up his belly. It jumps, and I watch as a bead of cum slips from the tip. Leaning forward, I lick it off with my tongue and roll it around my mouth, savoring the taste of him.
“Fuck, baby. Suck on it before I blow all over myself like a fucking teenager.”
I can’t stop the chuckle. “Do I turn you on?”
“Like no one before ever has.”
My heart clenches at his words. He always speaks the truth to me, and I love it.
Gripping his cock in my hand, I slide my hand up and down it.
“Tighter.” He groans, and I do as he says before licking off more of his cum.
He moans, and his hands go into my hair as I slip his cock into my mouth. I slowly work him in and out of my mouth until I’m taking almost all of him to the back of my throat.
I slip my free hand down between my legs to relieve that ache. My clit is engorged. We never finished what we started yesterday. I start moving faster and taking him deeper. I get so excited and turned on that I choke myself.
“Gentle, baby. Relax your muscles and swallow when it gets to that point. You’ll take me into your throat.”
I follow his guidance, and this time when I take him to the back of my throat, I don’t choke but swallow his head. Hisfingers dig into my hair, scrapping my scalp, and my finger works my clit harder.
Now that I got it and I know it turns him on, I do it repeatedly. Taking him deep and swallowing.
“I’m going to come,” he says and starts to pull away, but I can’t stop. I’m on the cusp of an orgasm myself.
I take him deep, and he comes down my throat. I moan. He holds me tight as he chants my name over and over.
“Marnie. Fuck, Marnie. I love your mouth.”
I pull away as my orgasm hurtles through me, and I cry out as I come.
He lifts me up and plants my butt on the counter. He drops to his knees and cleans me up. His tongue and mouth taking me up that climb again, but he stops before I can come.
Leading me to the shower, he flips on the rainfall showerhead and sits on the bench.
“Ride me, baby.”
I kneel over his lap and take him into me. It’s like the first time he took me months ago. Tight and filling in such a mind-numbing way.
I arch my chest, and he sucks a nipple in deep, flicking my piercing. It feels like a direct link to my clit. I move my hips, and he hits a spot deep inside me that causes my toes to curl. I’m so close. He switches breasts and gives the other the same treatment.
My thrusts become erratic. I can’t keep up a rhythm as he takes me higher. When Rylan slips a hand between our bodies and rubs my clit in tight circles, I’m gone. I cry out his name.
