His words stun me. I’ve never even considered something like that was possible. Someone caring for me and meeting my needs, sure. But actuallywantingto? More than that, even. Receiving fulfillment and pleasure from meetingmyneeds and desires?
Yeah, that’s way above anything I’ve considered. I admit, I didn’t even know that waspossible.I just thought people didn’t work that way. Humans are kinda self-absorbed, and everyone has their own needs to take care of, their own desires to seek after.
Kerry strokes my cheek as I think all this through, as if he can sense my inner turmoil, how I’m freaking out internally. “Shh, it’s all right, leannán. You don’t have to have it all figured out now. You just have to trust me and let me show you what I mean.” His fingers resume their dipping and swirling between my folds, each caress letting pleasure zip through me. He grabsthe ball-gag and gently puts it in my mouth. It’s big enough that I can’t accidentally choke on it, but I can still easily spit it out if needed. The soft texture is great to bite into. “Don’t overthink things. Just feel. Justbe.”
He builds me higher and higher, eventually taking off my underwear to access me better. It’s hard not to think, goes against every conditioning just to feel, but he doesn’t really give me a chance to spiral. Every stroke of his finger makes me fly a little bit higher, until I’m soaring, exhaling roughly around the gag. The pleasure is exquisite, but in a soft and gentle way, a light and airy sensation that relaxes all of my muscles.
Kerry gently guides me through my orgasm, and then rubs my legs, his large hand encompassing them. “Good. A good place to start.”
My eyes blink back into focus.Start?
Kerry gets up, going into the en suite bathroom again. I notice when he stands that there’s a definite bulge in his trousers, but he’s acting like it isn’t there at all. His movements are as fluid and unhurried as ever as he strolls back into the bedroom, a box in his hands. “I’ve been dreaming of doing this for quite some time, leannán. I just didn’t know how much you needed it.”
He lays out an array of different sex toys, mostly vibrators and a couple of dildos, and I can only stare at him.
He chuckles and sits back on his heels. “I told you, I’ve always wanted to take my time with you. And now, on a most sacred of nights, I get the honor of doing so. And I hope I will get the chance again many times throughout our long and happy marriage. It may look different each time, but I hope you will always leave feeling loved and cherished. That’s my greatest goal in all of this, leannán. I want you to understand the depths of my care for you, and I want you to realize how special you are.”
He grabs a small, purple bullet vibrator and turns it on. I inhale sharply as he runs it along my hipbone. He watches me with an intensity that I’ve only ever seen from him. His eyes search mine, scanning my face, and I realize he’s probably been doing this the whole time, watching to make sure I’m okay. And maybe enjoying my expressions of pleasure, too.
Which have been real. Icouldstill exaggerate things, even with the restraints and gag, but they are enough of a hindrance that I don’t feel like I have to. He’s right. I need this, and now I feel free. Because of him. Perhaps for the first time in my life.
He arches a brow at me. “Okay?” I nod, and he goes back to watching me as the vibrator descends.
Kerry keeps me up late. By the end of it, he was right. I’m too tired to get ready for bed. I barely make it into pajamas before I’m collapsing into bed and snuggling into his side as I fall asleep. If his goal was to make me feel loved, cherished, and special, he was wildly successful.
23
Kerry
Itap the steering wheel as we drive south down M7. Amy looks out the window, taking in the unfamiliar scenery. We’ll be switching onto the M8 soon.
“Where are we going again?” Amy says, not turning away from the window as she asks.
“Cobh. Or just outside of it, it’s a lovely seaside town in County Cork. I think you’ll enjoy it. A lovely little honeymoon spot, if I do say so myself.”
She turns and arches her brow. “Cove?” Her American accent is so strong, it makes me smile.
“Yes, Cobh.” I turn my eyes back to the road, but I can see her getting her phone out. “Now, it’s going to be a very long drive, but this place has a bit of sentimental value for me, so I knew I had to bring you here for our honeymoon.”
Amy furrows her brows. “I’m googling it, but there isn’t a Cove, Ireland.”
I laugh. “It’s spelled C-O-B-H, love.”
“What?! That’s how you pronounce that?”
I reach over and squeeze her knee. “Welcome to Ireland, leannán.”
She keeps scrolling through her phone with a confused expression. “It looks like a beautiful place. That cathedral is magnificent. But it says it’s only a three hour drive? Actually, it’s less than that. Two hours and 57 minutes.”
I arch a brow. “Only?That’s a fecking long drive, leannán. So that’s why I said to get comfortable.”
She laughs. “Never go road-tripping in America, Kerry. That’s all I have to say.”
I look at her with wide eyes before turning back to the road. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
She shrugs, turning to me with a smile. “Let me tell you, for most Americans, three hours isnothing.I’ve driven for five hours in New York without leaving it, and New York isn’t even that big of a state.”
I let out a breath. “That’s…fecking delirious.”
