Page 71 of Something Tangled Something True (Rosa Ranch #1)
FLAVOR SAVER
One thing has become abundantly clear: My wife is a menace to a party of one. Me.
I’d crawl on my hands and knees for a chance to praise and worship her body the way I’ve always dreamt of.
The other night was merely a warm-up for what I have planned for her, and it feels damn good to know we’ve got the rest of our lives to live out every fantasy.
“Grab the shower head, darlin’.”
She takes it with shaky hands, tilting her head, silently questioning me.
“Now, turn around, face the wall, and spread your legs real wide for me.”
I lower her leg from my shoulder, and she bites her lip, doing as I say before a squeak leaves her. “Wh-what should I do with the shower head?”
“Beautiful and so smart, Lola. I’m sure you’ll figure it out,” I praise, sitting back on my shins, taking in the glorious sight of her round, tan ass just begging to be spanked.
“Hand on the wall darlin’.” She nods shakily, putting her left hand up for balance and sliding the other between her legs, blasting her pussy with hot water.
“Oh!” she moans, slumping further against the wall, and the sound has my dick painfully engorged.
I smack her ass, another moan leaving her lips as I groan, watching it bounce with the fresh pink print of my hand.
I spread her cheeks, sliding the tip of my tongue over her tight hole, swirling around it before pushing two fingers inside her pussy.
She bucks against my face, my nose sliding over her most intimate spots as her arousal coats my hand.
“Ryder, fuck,” she cries out, slamming her hips into my hand, my fingers burying deeper with her movements. Her tight cunt clamps around me, my balls tightening, as if my cock were inside her.
“Yes, baby, you’re doing so good.”
“Spank me again,” she begs, panting.
I pull away from her just long enough to fulfill her request before diving back in, lapping at the tight ring, her soft, beautiful body yielding to my control.
The expanding tingle at the base of my spine is obscenely good, her rapture becoming my own.
Before I can stop myself, my vision is met with the blurry edges of pleasure as I drive her to her release.
She unleashes a strangled moan, need vibrating through us as she falls apart for me. My poor dick forgets the mission, spurting all over the tile wall between her legs.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan out, my breaths heavy as I come down to Earth, tracing soft, aftershock-inducing circles over her swollen clit.
Lola’s ragged breaths calm as she looks over her shoulder at me. She smiles brightly, spinning to spray my face with the shower head. I swat her away, swiping a hand over my scruff. “Aw, come on, darlin’. That’s my flavor saver you just rinsed!” I feign annoyance.
Her deep chuckle fills me with pride—I’m the one who made her laugh. “Ry, that’s disgusting,” she says, shaking her head. “And you’ve gotta either trim that thing back or let it grow out till it’s softer, because the current situation gave me rug burn.”
“I’m sorry, ‘flavor saver’ was ‘disgusting’, but rug burn is acceptable?” I chide, standing on shaky limbs with sore red knees.
“I stand by that.”
“I’m sure you do,” I tease, rolling my eyes, grabbing the towels from the counter. I wrap her up in the white fluffy material and carry her to bed.
I deposit her into the center of the mattress and open the top drawer of the dresser, sorting through it until I find what I’m looking for. I flick the light off and climb in bed behind her.
She shifts, tossing a leg over my hip and wriggling against me. “Whatcha got there?” she asks, her pretty, soulful brown eyes glittering beneath the stream of moonlight through the bedroom window.
“Oh, you know—” My words are replaced by the vibrating, sucking sound of the pink silicone toy as I turn it on, slipping my hand between her thighs.
“Mmm, I knew you had more in you,” she teases, gripping my swollen dick, swiping the cum beading at the tip over my seam. She grips the base and notches the head against her slick pussy lips.
I groan, trying to slide further inside her, but she holds me still, shaking her head. Wet curls smack my chest with the motion.
“No? Don’t you want your husband to fill you up?” I ask, lust strangling the last shreds of my sanity.
“You have to earn it, Ry. You’ve gotta prove you’re a good boy who can listen to rules,” she says, planting her hands on my shoulders as leverage to slide over me before resuming her achingly shallow thrusts. My face twists with desire as I try to contain my whimpers.
“Darlin’, I don’t know if you’re aware, but you’re toying with your poor husband,” I plead with anguish. I’ve never wanted anyone or anything as bad as I want Lola Lima.
I still can’t believe I get to be here at all, so I’ll take whatever she’s willing to give me. It doesn’t mean I won’t throw a fit about it in the meantime.
“I love how desperate you are to please me, Ry. I want you crying for your release, and maybe then, I’ll let you pump me full.”
I swipe at an invisible tear, batting my lashes at her. “I’m ready to cry now, Lols. Please,” I whine, and she rewards me, arching her back and sinking down half an inch further.
My cock throbs painfully, my balls tightening with need when I realize that I have a real problem on my hands. Every day with Lola Lima makes me want her more, and if that remains true, I’ll never get my dick to settle down. It might explode before I have the opportunity to make her come again .
No use wasting time.
I turn the sucker on, pressing it to her clit, and settle for swiping my fingers through her slit, since, apparently, the rest of me isn’t allowed to do the same.
“That’s cheating ,” she complains. “But you can proceed.” Her wide grin is like a beacon to my orgasm, and I chase the high, swapping speeds and rhythms on the sucker, rotating it between her clit and nipples until she’s fully seated on my cock.
Her nose presses to mine, her warm breath tickling my lips as arousal builds heavy in my groin. “You feel so right,” she whispers.
“You feel so goddamn perfect, baby,” I answer. “Thank you for letting me be here.”
“Thank you?” she repeats.
“Mhmm. I can die a happy man knowing what it’s like to have my dick stretching your pussy, dripping and needy for me and no one else. It’s the best feeling in the world. Other than, well?—”
“Other than what?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper, her tone reverent.
“Nothing could top the way my heart warms like the sun's rays when it rises high in the sky after a cold winter’s night, lighting up the darkest corners of my soul when you tell me you love me, that you’re in love with me.”
She swipes the pad of her thumb over my bottom lip, pressing a searing kiss to my mouth, pulling away enough to whisper, “I love you, Ryder Maddox Lockhart. I am so madly in love with you.”
I bury my face in her neck, repeating those same words, punctuating them each with a thrust of my hips. “I. Love. You. God, I’m so in. Love. With. You.”
The words become a jumbled chant, moans and my quiet whimpers filling the room as we fall off the edge together, nothing but our physical connection acting as a parachute for our return.
Every vertebra in my spine roars with ecstasy as my balls tighten, my cock filling her with pulsing gusts of my cum. I mold my lips to hers, drinking in her moans and gasps as we come down from our release, our bodies still twitching with pleasure.
I tuck her against my side, clutching the back of her head in my palm and pressing a chaste kiss to her forehead. She tucks her head under my chin and settles against me, resting her cheek over my heart.
Right where she belongs.