“Ryder, what are you—” I start but I don’t have a chance to finish, because in half a second, Ryder is gently shoving me through the door of one of the private rest areas and pushing me against the door ashe locks it. His mouth descends on mine, and in the warm, yellow light of the small room, my frustrations begin to melt away. Kissing Ryder is magnificent. His lips are a religious experience, soft and coaxing, surrounded by facial hair that tickles the sensitive skin around my mouth in the best way. He kisses like he’s been memorizing me his whole life, learning all the best ways to seduce me with his mouth. He alternates light and rough pleasure, gentle nips and teasing bites, and when his tongue tickles my bottom lip, coaxing me to open for him, my clit pulses with unsatiated need.
“Ryder,” I whimper, gripping the front of his crimson Team USA hoodie in my fists.
“I’m so sorry, baby girl,” he says between kisses that he peppers along my jaw, down my throat, over my breasts through my long-sleeve t-shirt. “What a horrible husband I am. So selfish, letting you take care of me and not giving you pleasure. That was the longest flight of my life. I couldn’t stop thinking about this, about touching you. Learning you. Making you come. Can I do that, Mabel? Can I learn how to make you come?”
In all his kissing down my body, Ryder has ended up on his knees, his fingers trailing over my belly, teasing the hem of my shirt up. I sink my hand intohis hair, watching my fingers disappear into his auburn curls.
His emerald green pupils are blown out wide with lust, his lips parted and tongue swiping out as he pants. His fingers flex against my belly, itching to touch me but waiting for my permission. My cunt clenches, and I press my thighs together in search of friction on my swollen clit because my husband—my gorgeous, sweet, maddening, perfect husband—is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Ryder, baby. You look so damn lovely on your knees for me.”
Crossing my arms over one another, I grab the bottom of my shirt and pull it over my head in that contorted, sexy way women only do in the movies, and Ryder pounces. His mouth is on my breasts, kissing and licking each mound and the valley between them while he slides the straps of my bra down my shoulders. Flipping one cup down, he takes my pebbled nipple into his mouth, circling the hardened peak with his tongue and sucking it past his teeth. I’m not going to lie, there was a small part of me that worried about the stereotypical, awkward fumbling of a man exploring a woman’s body for the first time, but Ryder takes to teasing my tits like a fish to water. I reach behind my back and unclasp my bra, and when bothbreasts are free, Ryder turns his attention to the other, making love to my nipple with his mouth while the two of us work together to push my leggings to my feet. I free one foot from the prison of my sneaker and the pile of cotton, and without bothering with the other, hook my leg onto Ryder’s shoulder.
“You want to learn how to touch me, Ryder?” I ask, soothing a palm over his head while he stares at my cunt, lips parted and eyes wide. “We’re gonna start with that tongue. Lick my pussy, baby. Taste just how much you turn your wife on.”
Chewing on his lower lip, Ryder gazes at my center, his fingertips drawing lazy arches over the calf resting on his shoulder.
“You’re so pretty, baby girl. And you smell,” hepresses his nose to the neatly waxed strip of red curls on my mound. “Fuck, you smell so good. All the times I imagined this, having you, it’s nothing like the real thing.” He glances up at me, vulnerability pooling in his eyes. “You’ll tell me if I…if it’s not…”
I slide my hand down to cup the back of his head.
“Anything you do is going to be amazing, Ryder. It’s you and me.”
He nods, his eyes fluttering closed, and he moves closer, taking another deep inhale near my pussy.
“But if you can’t find my clit when it’s staring youin the face like this, I will definitely be calling a divorce lawyer the second we get back from Milan.”
My snark earns me a stinging thwack at the crease of my ass, right where the cheek meets my thigh, and then Ryder’s face is buried in my cunt. His tongue dips right into my entrance before traveling up my seam, parting my folds and exposing more of my wet, hot arousal to the cold air. He circles my clit with the pointed tip, teasing back the hood and then lightly flicking the sensitive bud.
“Oh, fuck, baby, just like that,” I moan, letting my head roll back against the door. I resist the urge to roll my hips even though I know I could hurry things along. Three or four good, hard grinds against Ryder’s tongue with his facial hair stimulating every inch of my pussy and I’d be a goner. But I don’t want to take full control. I want Ryder to know what it feels like to make me fall apart all on his own, and when he teases my entrance with two fingers while polishing my clit with his tongue like it’s his job, I know he’ll get me there.
“Oh god,” I gasp when he slides those two fingers inside me, slowing fucking them in and out.
“‘Ryder’ is just fine, baby girl,” he murmurs against my pussy, throwing my tease back at me. My center clenches tight when I laugh, both from the pleasure and the ridiculous ability to be amused andaroused by the man between my legs at the same time.
Sucking my clit between his lips, Ryder crooks his fingers, dragging them against my inner walls. I’m overwhelmed with sensation, barely managing to fight out a breathy request for his fingers a little lower, but my husband is an excellent listener. He follows my orders and hits my clit with a sucking, tongue-flicking combo that, on its own, would be enough to send my orgasm crashing over me. But add in the combination of his thick fingers grazing my G-spot and I’m shattering violently. Bliss hits me like a brick wall, stealing my vision and my balance, leaving me a mess of raw, vibrating nerves. A gush of wetness seeps past Ryder’s fingers, and I have to slam a hand over my mouth to muffle my screams. He doesn’t stop the drag of his fingers, doesn’t slow the swipes of his tongue, not until I’m clawing at his shoulders and begging him to stop because the oversensitivity is too much.
And even then, I only get a second of reprieve when he pulls his fingers from my body and replaces them with his tongue, sipping at my dripping arousal like my cunt is the source of the world’s finest wine.
Staring up at me through hooded eyes, my come glistening all over his lips and facial hair, Ryder looks like every fantasy I never let myself indulge in. Hetilts his head, seeking my approval without words. Blowing out a long breath, I unhook my leg from his shoulder and pat his cheek.
“That’ll do, pig. That’ll do.” We both laugh, and as I help Ryder to his feet I say, “Come here, hubby. I’m not getting down on my knees on the bathroom floor, but I’ll finish you off.” Ryder clears his throat.
“That, uh, that won’t be necessary.”
Sure enough, when I reach into his pants, and find his briefs wet and his cock softening.
“Oh, Rye Bread. Did licking my cunt get you so worked up that you came in your pants?” I coo, and he mumbles something that sounds like ‘shut up’ under his breath. I remove my hand from his pants and slide it up his shirt instead, finding the charm on his necklace and fiddling with it. “Baby that is so hot, are you kidding me? When I was a kid, all I wanted was for Ryder Finch to notice me, and now grown-up Mabel is living the dream. I love knowing how hot you are for me. I love knowing how much I turn you on.”
Ilove you, I think, and the thought steals the breath from my lungs.
I’m in love with my husband.
Oh my god, I cannot believe I didn’t see this coming.
The fear and awe of that realization must bewritten all over my face—along with my post-orgasmic glow—because when I leave the bathroom a few minutes later, wrapped in Ryder’s hoodie and take a seat next to Danny, he puts an arm around my shoulders and sighs.
“Oh Mabes, you’re in so deep, aren’t you, honey?”
