“That’s my good girl. Take it in your mouth, sweetheart.”
I glance up at him. He mentioned me taking him into my mouth on our wedding night. The idea startled me then, and it still does now.
He strokes the back of my head and smiles. “You like being filled with me, don’t you, Rebekah?”
Swallowing hard, I nod. “Yes. It makes me feel connected to you. Is that weird?”
“Not at all. It’s perfectly natural. Take my cock in between your lips. You can suckle as you go back to sleep.”
My heart races as I process the idea. It seems taboo and so dirty. I love it. I want him inside me anyway I can get him.
Snuggling up closer to his warmth, I wiggle my top leg between his, wrap my arm around his hip, and open my mouth wide. He’s so big, but I easily draw in several inches.
A strange peace settles over me as I gently suckle him. His flavor fills my mouth and nose. It’s like a soothing balm. It lulls me to sleep.
Eighteen
Adam
* * *
There is nothing better in the world than watching my girl take in the sights and sounds of the city. It’s unimaginable to me that she’s twenty years old and the farthest from home she’s ever gone is the small town of Maple Creek, ten miles from her childhood home. Until we got married four days ago, she hadn’t even been to Maple Creek for over two years.
“Everything is so big,” she murmurs, staring with wide eyes out the windshield and side window of the truck.
I hold her hand against the console, stroking her fingers because she likes it when I’m touching her. I’ll never complain about touching her. If I had my way, she would be glued to me for the rest of our lives. Usually, she is.
“See that tall building on the left?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s the hospital.”
“Oh wow. It’s huge.”
“Yep. It’s the biggest one in the city. If anything ever happens to any of us, that’s where we’ll go.”
“Okay.”
I drive into the center of the city and parallel park before hopping out and rounding to help Rebekah out of the truck. She’s grinning widely. “So many people.”
I chuckle. “Yeah. It can be overwhelming. It’s so peaceful and quiet up in the mountains.”
“And it’s loud here. I can’t hear the birds or the wind or the scampering of small animals. The cars and city noises are drowning out nature.”
I wrap my arm around her and guide her toward our first stop. I haven’t told her where we’re going today. It’s a surprise.
“What’s this place?” she asks as I open the door.
“It’s a jeweler.”
As we step inside, a middle-aged man in a three-piece suit glances up. “Hi. You must be Adam.” He extends a hand. “I’m James, the owner.”
I shake his hand. “Nice to meet you.” I called James yesterday to let him know we were coming and what I was looking for. “This is my wife, Rebekah.”
James holds out a hand to her next. “I love that name. My wife’s name is Rebekah.” He beams. “So, we’re looking for wedding sets today?”
“Yes.”
