The Lover's Children novel Chapter 27

KIRSTIE

“You can let go now if you like,” comes a voice from somewhere below me, “before I suffocate.” The words are muffled for some reason.

Peeling my eyelids apart, I look down, I‘ve been supporting myself by gripping Ryan’s head. His face is pressed into my belly. I release him. “Um, sorry. Did I hurt you?”

He sits upright, laughing quietly and rubbing at his nose. “No, but I’m not sure my nose will ever be the same shape again.”

“This isn't how I imagined us consummating our marriage.”

“No? What did you imagine then?”

“I thought you would bend me over the bed and fuck me in my wedding dress.”

“Believe me, I’d planned on that.” His gaze grows intense once more. “My turn now. You can do the work this time.” He leans back, lounging against the bath. Lips curving, he eye-points down. “Onto my cock with you, M’Girl.”

Easing myself over him, for the second time, I straddle his lovely shaft, invisible under the foam, but hardly difficult to find. “The hot water’s not giving you any problems then?”

“Proof of the pudding… Come on, climb aboard.”

Pussy’s still twitchy, jumping as I anchor his cockhead to my entrance. Kneeling upright, I pause, taking a breath.

Ryan frowns. “You okay?”

“Just a bit of afterburn.”

“That’s fine then,” he smiles, sliding hands, wet and slippery, over my body, resting over my thighs.

“Better than fine. Feels great.” Another breath and I slip down, taking my husband inside myself.

Ryan blows air. His eyes close and his head falls back. Bubbly water laps over him, a red tide-line over his chest where it warms his skin.

“Good?”

His eyes stay closed. “You have no idea.”

“Oh, I might.”

Close-eyed, he smiles. And I move.

Slowly at first, taking it easy, I move. Up and down. In and out. His hard flesh glides inside mine, stretching me deliciously. Ryans sighs. His throat ripples and his lips press tight.

A little faster, I rise and fall over him. His eyes open, first meeting mine, then dropping to my breasts. He reaches, thumbing at a nipple still hard and taut.

Making my movements larger, with each stroke, I lift clear, then slide down. His eyes follow, watching where his flesh enters mine.

A change of pace: settling over him, I twist, revolving my hips, winding my hips in circles above him, taking him with me.

Ryan groans. “Christ Jesus…” His eyes squeeze, lips peeling back…

Inside me, his cock spirals, once more rubbing at my g-spot. The heat pulses through me again and I groan too.

Ryan’s eyes snap open. His smile is wide and bright. “Like that is it? Keep going.”

His colour is rising. The red tide-line on his chest flushes upward, partly concealed by the foam. Sweat beads his forehead. His eyes are dark enough to conceal his pupils, but his gaze is fixed, intense.

Pitching forward, supporting myself over him with my hands on the back of the bath, I meet his mouth with mine. He wraps one arm over my shoulders, the other hand behind my head. Our kiss is deep and drawn out and all the while I move over him. But now, he’s moving with me, thrusting deep, plunging into me.

His grip on me grows tighter. His breathing rasps. Rock-hard and huge, faster he spears up into me. Harder he drives.

I’m yelling out. With every stroke, his swollen shaft fills me, stretches me and rips a scream from my throat which fights its way through our locked mouths.

It’s coming…

Once more… The shuddering… The throbbing… The rising ecstasy…

And I pulse into orgasm once more, this time with Ryan’s arms around me…

He breaks off the kiss. A single gasped word… “Kirstie…” … And with a growl, he freezes under me, his body rigid. He’s hard enough that I feel the pulsing of his cock as he comes. Grinding against me, his fingers digging into my back, he jerks and shivers his way through climax…

… and with a shudder and a gasp, breaks away, withdrawing. He swipes a palm over his face. “Fuck, but that was good.”

He blinks once, twice, then lifts his gaze, dark and intense, to mine. “Thank you… Wife.”

“Thank you, Husband.” I press my lips to his. “Feeling more relaxed?”

“Most of me is relaxing.” I laugh. Indeed, his shaft still presses against my stomach. His face softens. He takes my hand, rubbing the pad of his thumb over my fingers. “I love you, Kirstie.”

“I love you too, Ryan.”

We stare at each other. Words are irrelevant.

Together…

Man and wife…