I rolled off and pulled her against me, not ready to let go of her yet.
She rested her head on my chest and it felt right. So, fucking perfect.
“When does next time start?” she asked.
“It could be days before my cock works again.” That wasn’t true. Her words already had him perking up.
She lifted her head and strummed her fingers on my chest. “Maybe I could help him.”
He liked the sound of that. “Oh? How?”
“I want to use my mouth on him.”
The blood began rushing back to my dick.
“I’m not going to stop you.”
She blushed and it was so sweet. “I’ve never done it before. Will you tell me…how?... What you like.”
I ran my fingers through her long hair. “Yes.”
* * *
I woke the next morning, concerned that the night before had been a dream. I rolled over and saw Sinclair sleeping beside me. A dream come true, I thought as I leaned over and kissed her neck.
She sighed. “Again?”
“Next time.” Who knew the two words would become our erotic catch-phrase. The challenge of “next time” was that it didn’t just mean sex, it meant new sex. A new position. A new speed.
After she nearly sucked my dick off and sent me into the most delirious oblivion, I was sure I was done for the night. But it turned out my dick was always happy to get it up for Sinclair. We did fast and furious as she wanted. Then I took her from behind as she held onto the headboard. We even tried sixty-nine, but both of us got too distracted from the pleasure, and I finally just pulled her sweet pussy over my face and shot her off to heaven, and then sunk my dick inside her to finish him off.
“Come with me.” I rolled out of bed.
“Where are we going?” she asked as I tugged her into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
“Shower sex.”
“Is that real? My girlfriends say it’s not that easy.”
“Your girlfriends have men in their lives who don’t know what they’re doing.” I pulled her under the hot spray with me. I pumped out soap from the dispenser and began rubbing it over her body. “Relax,” I whispered as I turned her away from me and massaged her shoulders.
“You have great hands, Wyatt.”
“They’re not too rough?” My hands were plenty calloused from riding and all the other labor required in ranching.
“I like the rough. It’s like your dick. A mixture of hard and soft.”
I gave her shoulder a light bite. “Are you saying my dick is soft?”
She laughed. “The skin over it is soft. Soft over hard.”
“Like this?” I pressed my dick between her thighs, sliding it along her pussy lips.
She sighed and let her head fall back against my chest. “Yes.”
I reached around and kneaded her tits, pinching and twisting her nipples until her backside was gyrating against me. I wanted to fuck her right there, just like that, but decided I wanted to see her come. There was nothing quite like watching Sinclair as her orgasm built and then released.
I turned her around and dropped to my knees, immediately fusing my mouth to her pussy. She cried out, her fingers gripping my head and holding me to her. I worked her pussy lips and her clit until her juices coated my tongue.
I stood up, hooking my hand under her knee and lifting her thigh over my hip. “Here’s how shower sex works.” Then I thrust in, hard, fast, deep.
She cried out again, her fingers digging into my shoulders as I pumped in and out. “Yes…yes…” she chanted. It was music to my ears.
I lifted my head, wanting to watch her face as she reached the pinnacle again.
“Oh God, Wyatt…” Her body went taut, her mouth formed that perfect O, and her pussy clamped down over me. Yes, so fucking perfect.
I let go, pistoning in and out of her, chasing my own release until finally I leapt over, emptying inside her.
* * *
I’d been starving when I woke that morning, but had been distracted by Sinclair’s luscious body. But once our shower was over, my stomach was rumbling loud enough for her to hear. We ordered room service, and I considered a “next time” that involved syrup, but I worried she’d think her body was all I wanted. Right now, it seemed her body was the only thing she’d give me, but I was determined to have more.
After breakfast, the realization that our honeymoon was nearly over bummed me out. Maybe I should have pushed for two days. Or a week. I looked over at Sinclair and wondered if that wistful expression meant she too was sad to see our honeymoon end. Maybe I was getting through to her. What I would do to have her love me as I loved her.
“Will you be bringing Alyssa home when we get back?” I asked her as we drove back to Salvation.
She flinched and I wondered if she was bothered by my use of the word “home”. It told me that Sinclair didn’t see my place as her home, an indication that I had more work ahead of me if I was going to convince her that this marriage was forever.
“Maybe tomorrow. By the time we get back, it’ll be late in the afternoon.”
I nodded. “I won’t hurt her, Sinclair. And Mom will love her like her own.”
She gave me a smile but there was something behind that which didn’t seem right. “I know. That’s not why. I just don’t want to disrupt her life too much, especially since this is a temporary situation.”
My jaw tightened and my hands clenched the wheel. I nodded and made the same attempt at a smile as she had. “Of course.”
24
Sinclair
The truth was, I didn’t want to bring Alyssa into Wyatt’s home. Not because I was afraid that he or his mother wouldn’t accept her, but because I
