The Lover's Children novel Chapter 26

KIRSTIE

Steadying myself on Ryan’s shoulders, knees splaying, I lower myself, sliding down easily onto him. The head of his cock nudges at my entrance, but as I’m about to take him inside myself…

“Ah-ah… No, you don’t. Not yet.”

“Ryan…”

“You might be on top, but I’m in charge. I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready. And that’s not yet.”

“Ryan…”

“No, raise yourself again. I want to see you… No, not like that… Kneel all the way up. Arms up too. Reach for the ceiling.”

Obediently, I raise my arms. Water and froth stream down my skin, trickling down my neck, through my cleavage, over my belly.

Ryan leans back, takes his champagne glass, dewy with chill, and sips. “That’s a handsome sight, I have to say. My beautiful, new, naked wife.” He raises the glass. “Want some?”

“Hmmm, please.”

He raises it further, to my mouth, tilts the glass, lets me drink. “That’s enough for now. Don’t want to waste it.”

Puzzled, I look down. “Wha…?”

“As you were, Kirstie. Arms raised.”

Pussy purrs and clutches.

Again, I obey him. Ryan sips from the glass once more, then refills it. Ice clinks as he takes the bottle from the silver bucket, clinks again as he replaces it. “You look good like that. Your waist tight. Your breasts raised.”

His gaze scorches over my body, but stretching out his hand, still holding the glass, he draws it over my breast, tracing a line of iced dew over the nipple.

Gasping, I waver, trying to drop…

“No! Hold your position… That’s better.”

Shuddering and quaking, trying to remain upright, I whimper as frozen fire circles my nipple. A droplet trickles down, kissing a line down my breastbone.

“You look good, Kirstie. Really good.”

The glass moves, hovering over my other breast. Ryan’s eyes smoulder dark. He sucks at his lips, then brushes over the skin, twirling the glass in his fingers, swiping a glacial kiss over already swollen crinkled nipple.

Again, I gasp.

“You chose this, Kirstie. You wanted to be on top. Now you have it… Hmmm…” He takes the glass, looking it over. “It’s losing its chill. Can’t be having that. Let’s try something else.”

He tips the glass to his mouth, this time taking not a sip, but a gulp. But he doesn’t swallow, instead swishing it around. “That’s my mouth good and cold. But that’s not all of it…” Holding the flute to the hollow of my neck, he tilts the glass, oh, so carefully, and chilled champagne trickles down my breastbone, through the valley of my breasts and over my belly…

I can’t keep it inside. “Aaaahhhh…”

Ryan merely smiles, moving the glass down, then pausing. “It’s empty. But that’s not a problem.” Dipping the glass into the ice bucket, he draws it out, filled with ice-water. For good measure, he fishes out an ice cube, plopping it into the glass. “That should do nicely.”

His right hand holds the glass, hovering over my belly, but his eyes flick sidelong, eye pointing where the left hand dips into the bucket. “I’m sure, Kirstie, that you know where those fingers will be going soon…”

“Oh… God…”

“… but not yet. I’m still enjoying myself. I’d like to lick you out, but I think I’d drown one or other of us if I tried. No matter. This is almost as good. Better in some ways. I have a better view.” The glass tilts, tipping glacial water over my navel, to flow down my belly, dribbling into the dark curls at the vee of my thighs.

“Christ!” Lurching forward, my arms fling down and out. “Ryan, I…”

“Back up where you belong, Kirstie...”

I’m trying to obey, but the chill water is trickling between my thighs, seeping into my swollen folds, with a promise to my pulsing clit.

“… Knees further apart, if you please. You know where I want to be now.”