He boops my nose with the tip of his forefinger, crawling backward out of the bed, only to grab a candleand lighter from the dresser behind him. “Spread your pussy open, darlin’. I have to see what we look like together,” he tells me, and I obey, using both hands to spread my lips for him to see his cum dripping out of me.
“That’s so good, baby. Your cunt deserves to look like that every day. Don’t you agree?” he asks, climbing over me, straddling my thighs as he lights the candle.
I’d thought I couldn’t take a single second more tonight, but it turns out, with the right incentive, the incentive being Ryder Lockhart’s massive dick pulsing against my needy pussy again, I can be persuaded.
“I saw this candle the other day when I was in town and thought you deserved a good massage,” he says in a husky tone. He sets the lighter down beside my head, leaning over me, scraping his stubbled jawline from the base of my throat to the soft skin under my breast. He kisses that spot gently, lifting to peer down at me with hungry eyes. “Is this okay?” he asks, tilting the candle just shy of the wax spilling over the lip.
“As long as that turns into massage oil and not a waxy mess, yes, absolutely,” I pant, which he meets with deep laughter.
“Tell me if it’s too hot,” he whispers, dripping the hot, silky wax between my breasts. It stings, burning for only a moment before cooling to the perfect temperature. He sets the candle on the nightstand, focusing every ounce of his attention on me. His rough hands slide through the oil, kneading my breasts, flicking his thumbs over my nipples. My back arches, desperate to deepen the way his strong fingers press into my skin. “This feel good?” he asks.
“Y-yes,” I whisper, the word getting caught in my throat as my muscles relax beneath him.
“Good. Now flip over,” he instructs, standing to allow me the room I need to lie face down, resting my cheek on my forearms.
“I promise I meant this as a nice cool down before I wash your hair and treat you how you deserve after sharingsomething so perfect with me,” he whispers, his tone soft, measured, and filled with respect for me.
“And now?” I ask breathlessly.
“And now”—he taps my ass and pussy with the length of his quickly hardening dick—“I have a little detour planned,” he answers, laughing deeply, the sound full-bodied and comforting. “I want your knees bent, thighs spread wide, and ass up. Ineedto see that beautiful pussy while I take care of you.”
Without hesitation, I shift forward, bending my legs so my knees are tucked close to my elbows. His sharp inhale is all the satisfaction I need to maintain this position, but what he does next is enough to convince me to doanythinghe asks.
His hand glides down the slope of my spine, hot oil trickling from the top of my ass down the strip to my pussy, where he runs two fingers through the mixture of our cum and the warm oil, slipping them inside me, teasing me with a slow, steady pace.
“It’s safe for intercourse,” he says, my mind a hazy, blissed-out mess.
“Huh?” I ask, rocking against his hand, seeking out the pleasure his fingers provide.
“The oil, darlin’. It’s safe for sex. I didn’t want you to worry,” he answers, and while I know this sort of thing should be the bare minimum, my heart flutters all the same. I’m not sure I knowanyonewho would think about something like that in the heat of the moment, truly taking care of every aspect of my needs.
As if reflecting my own thoughts, he says, “I have to make sure I take care of every single inch of my wife, especially her gorgeous cunt.”
“Mmm,” I moan. “And how can I take care of my husband’s pretty dick?” I ask, heat licking up my spine, tingles burning at the base as a contented ecstasy gathers in my core.
He releases a groan I feel inside me, my walls clenching around his fingers in approval. He doesn’t answer, but his fingers leave me, more oil coating my ass before his fingers knead my skin, spreading the oil around. When he’s satisfied with a job well done, he swats me on the ass and presses a firm hand on the small of my back, lowering me into the mattress.
The tip of his fully engorged length notches at my entrance, swiping through my folds before he presses in slowly, inch by blissful inch. My neck arches, the backs of my thighs meeting the fronts of his as he fills me to the hilt.
“I’m honored to be here with you, Lola,” he tells me, filling the quiet silence of the room with heavy words spoken so low they shouldn’t rock my whole world. “To have you all to myself, then to see the way your eyes light up, a permanent smile plastered on your face, when you’re with your family. My heart aches with gratitude for the small moments and the monumental ones, knowing you’ve let me in and given me pieces of yourself.”
His words have tears pricking the edges of my vision, my tongue too big in my mouth, unable to speak.
“And I intend to take care of absolutely any pieces you’ll let me. Not because I think you need to be cared for. No, you can do that all on your own. Iwantto give you everything you deserve and more,” he finishes, his movements slow and deliberate, rocking us gently toward release.
“Youdomake me feel cared for, Ry. More than anyone ever has,” I manage to say, fire burning me from the inside changing from pure lust to love. I guessthisis what those sappy romance books meant when they called it “making love.”
He bends forward, pressing a soft kiss to my spine, whispering against my skin, “And I intend to keep it that way.”
He straightens, pouring more of the hot oil along my back, massaging the sore, stiff muscles. He digs his thumbs and knuckles into the tight knots in my shoulders where I carry all my stress, maintaining a smooth rhythm with his thrusts.
My body is pliant in his capable hands, and I’m unable to tell where I begin and Ryder ends as we come apart together.This time, there’s no rush as we ride the wave of euphoria, enjoying the gentle tingle of pleasure low in my core as I pulse around him.
He leans down and gathers my lax body in his arms, clutching me against his oil-slick chest, carrying me into the bathroom.
“Well, Mrs. Lima, I think we oughta get washed up so we can do it all over again.”
“I could go another round,Mr. Lima,” I tease.
