by Lea Kinkade
“No. Lower.” She was getting desperate for him to touch her the way she wanted him to.
“Lower? Like here?” He kissed her mound right above her slit.
“No. Lower.” She knew he was teasing her.
“Lower, huh?” He moved his mouth to her thighs and kissed each one. “There, darlin’?”
“No, damn it. You know where. Go back up.” She could hear the desperation in her voice.
Laughing, he took pity on her. “Okay. Okay. Here, darlin’?” His mouth landed on her creaming pussy. He kissed her mound and let his tongue lap up some of the moisture gathering between those tender, engorged lips.
“Yessssss.” It was pure bliss. His tongue was magic.
He took his mouth away and she moaned in frustration. “Just wanted to make sure I finally got the right spot, darlin’. Was that it?”
“Yes, damn it. Get back down there.”
“Your wish.” His voice was teasing, but his mouth returned to her sweltering pussy so she decided not to call him on it. He continued to lick her juices up, sucking her clit every few strokes as her hips began to move in urgent rhythm to the flicker of his very skilled tongue. She could feel the muscles in her thighs tightening as her body fought the orgasm that was almost upon her.
He concentrated all his efforts on her clit, and she began to moan loudly as her fingers clutched his raven-black hair to her body. She arched her hips up off the bed and let out a loud groan as a red-hot orgasm enveloped her body with pleasure. He continued to lave her clit as she rode the orgasm through the little sparks that kept running through her limp body.
“Was that the spot, darlin’?” Oh, he was so going to get his.
“Oh, God, was it ever. Your tongue is very talented. Why don’t you bring your cock up to the same place so we can see how talented that appendage is?”
Kissing his way back up her body, he returned to her lips and stroked her tongue again with his own. She could taste herself on his tongue and reveled in the knowledge that he loved her. Spreading her thighs wide open in invitation, she smiled as he settled his big body between them. She could feel his cock nudging against the entrance of her pussy, and she bucked her hips in invitation.
Bracing himself above her body, he pushed his hardened length into her pussy in a long, slow slide. Both of them moaned at the pleasure they felt as his throbbing cock stroked into her slick pussy. He moved his hips in a gentle motion while she encircled them with her legs and pulled his body to hers more forcefully. Taking her hint, his thrusts got deeper as he tunneled into her cunt again and again. The head of his cock nudged her cervix with every thrust into her body and he brushed her sweet spot every time he pulled out. Samantha’s fingernails dug into his biceps as the pleasure built inside her.
Samantha could feel another orgasm building deep in her bones as her muscles tightened up like a tightly coiled spring, centering at her pussy. Every thrust tightened the spring more as he continued to thrust in and out of her body. Finally, one more stroke and the spring tightened unbearably with a pleasure that was almost painful in its intensity. Samantha cried out his name as Ryan pounded into her again, shouting out his own release. He ground his hips into hers as he buried his cock deep inside her pussy, feeling it jerk over and over as it sent his seed deep into her body. Still inside her, Ryan rolled their bodies so that she was draped over him, their legs tangled together. After a long, languid kiss, she rested her cheek on his chest and they drifted off to sleep, his sated cock resting deep in her pussy.
Chapter 12
Samantha was the happiest she had ever been in her life. Ryan had moved in all of his clothes the day after Christmas. He had also moved a few of his other personal things in but said the rest could wait until they moved into their house. Although Samantha had to admit that he was right that the apartment was a little small for the both of them, she liked seeing his things mixed with her own, having his shaving gel on the side of the sink and his toothbrush hanging next to her own. She loved finding room for the few family pictures he had brought with him.
What she liked most about Ryan living at the apartment was the intimacy that they shared. Sure, they’d been close while they were dating, but the unadulterated intimacy they shared living together was something Samantha had never felt before. They shared every aspect of their lives with each other. The good, the bad, and the ugly. Foul moods, illness, work problems, and family issues were just a few of the trials that they faced together. None of it could shake the foundation of their relationship.
The builder broke ground on their house just after the New Year. Ryan had hired an architect who created plans for a house that, to Samantha, looked like way more house than they would need. They both liked the Craftsman-style house that Xander and Jordan had, but they had the architect create a floor plan that fit their style and chose different colors for the exterior.
“Why in the world would we need six bedrooms plus a master bath? It’s excessive.” They’d been going around and around this issue for several days.
“We need to plan for the future, darlin’. We don’t want to have to add on after the babies start coming.”
“Ryan, I am not having six children. You don’t really want six children, do you?” Surely he was just messing with her. Sure, he had seven siblings, but he didn’t want that many kids, did he?
“Why not? I’m used to it. It was great having so many brothers and sisters. Most of the time. I’d love to have as many ankle biters as you can handle. What number were you thinking about?”
“Uhm. One or two?”
“One or two? Darlin’, that’s not even enough for a good game of hide-and-seek. We need at least six.”
“Six? How are we going to handle six children? We both work.”
“My folks both worked, too. That didn’t stop them. They had eight. We’ve got plenty of family to help out. We can always put them in daycare in Deseo, and we’d be able to drop in on them during the day since we both work in town. We don’t have to work it all out right now. We’re still practicing.”
“I think this is an important discussion for us to have. You know, so there aren’t any outlandish expectations. How about three?”
“Five, darlin’. That’s my lucky number.”
“Four.”
“Darlin’…”
“Four for sure and we’ll discuss five after we’ve got the four. Final offer. Take it or leave it.”
“I’ll take it,” he said with a laugh. “That means we need six bedrooms and the master. We need a guest room just in case. Now that we’ve agreed on that, let’s talk about the master bathroom with the sunken whirlpool tub. It’s got to be big enough for two.” Samantha rolled her eyes at his smirk. She could see she wasn’t going to win too many arguments with this handsome man.
After some initial hesitation, Samantha agreed to work with a decorator that Ryan hired to help her decorate the new house. Ryan had told her he knew she was busy at work and he didn’t want to saddle her with the whole job, so he hired Amber Moore, the interior designer that had helped Jordan redecorate her and Xander’s house after they got married. Amber could give Samantha ideas about different products to pick, but Ryan made it clear to the decorator that this was Samantha’s house and she had the final say.
Evenings were spent snuggling on the couch poring over paint chips, granite samples, and flooring samples. Samantha found herself enjoying the process of picking out the materials that would go into finishing the house. Ryan made the process fun and didn’t let her get too serious about it. He also had a knack for seeing when she chose one particular product over another due to cost. He reminded her frequently that he could afford to put the best into this house just as long as she didn’t want gold-plated fixtures or the like.
Valentine’s Day happened to land on a Thursday. It was the busiest day of the year for a florist. Samantha and her staff had worked hard and created three times the normal number of premade flower arrangements to store in the fron
t cooler. They still ended up making up arrangements as they were ordered. Dozens and dozens of extra roses of all colors crowded each other in the back cooler for the more traditional customers. Samantha closed the shop late at 8:00 p.m. and walked wearily upstairs to the apartment. She was totally exhausted. Thank goodness Celia had been around to help or she would have been completely overrun. Celia let it slip that this year’s crowd for Valentine’s Day was significantly larger than last year’s. Samantha was pleased that she might have something to do with the higher volume of sales.
Ryan was waiting for her with dinner on the table like he did many nights. A girl could certainly get used to this treatment.
“Hey, darlin’. I’ll bet you were run off your feet today, weren’t you?” After a hot, wet kiss, he led her to the couch and brought her aching feet into his lap. Taking off her sandals, he massaged her arches and feet until she was moaning with pleasure.
“Oh, that feels so good. I am one lucky girl. You cook, you clean, you massage my feet, and you rock in bed. You’re perfect for me.”
Once he had her relaxed, he placed her feet on the coffee table and brought dinner to her on a tray. He had made one of her favorite chicken recipes. The chicken was rubbed in a combination of minced garlic, Kosher salt, and rosemary, and then it was marinated in a combination of red wine and balsamic vinegar. It was delicious and took a little time to prepare and go through all of the steps. He had baked potatoes with butter, sour cream, shredded cheese, and chives. Tips of roasted asparagus and a glass of white wine rounded out the meal. Neither Ryan nor Samantha cared for drinking red wine, but it was delicious in this dish.
Sitting right next to each other on the couch, they ate in comfortable silence, savoring the delicious meal. Once finished, Ryan took both trays into the kitchen and cleaned up, bringing Samantha another glass of Riesling, her favorite wine. She sat on the couch savoring the soft background music he had playing on the stereo while he continued to work in the kitchen.
“Do you need any help cleaning up, handsome?” She couldn’t tell what he was doing in there, but he should have dinner cleaned up by now.
“No, darlin’. I’m just getting dessert ready. You stay right where you are and I’ll be right there.” The sound of a drawer opening and closing, along with the sound of the door opening on the refrigerator, had her intrigued.
“Did you make something?” He didn’t usually make dessert. He didn’t really like to bake and left that up to Samantha.
“No, darlin’. I picked up something from Mancini’s Bakery.” His voice got louder as he talked because he was walking back into the family room with a tray in his hands. As he set the tray on the coffee table, Samantha could see two pieces of cheesecake with strawberries. One of the pieces was normal size while the other one was more than double the first.
Grabbing the bigger piece, Samantha groaned deep in her throat. “I can’t believe you got one of Mancini’s cheesecakes. God, they’re like fourteen million calories or something.” She sliced into the giant piece with her fork and moaned in ecstasy as she took the first bite. Nothing was better than a cheesecake from Mancini’s Bakery. Nothing. They were special order only. One of their cheesecakes might just give sex a run for its money. Maybe.
Sitting back onto the couch with one leg folded beneath her, she took another bite of the sinful treat, savoring the flavor as it slid over her tongue. This was love. She couldn’t believe the attention to detail that he had paid to this evening. As he picked up his own plate and sat down next to her, she noticed there was a pink envelope on the tray with her name on it.
“For me?” She was sure it was a Valentine’s Day card and couldn’t wait to see what he had picked out for her. She had been with him a couple of times when he was getting a card for a member of his family. He didn’t just pick out the first card he came across. He read every word and made sure it said exactly what he wanted it to say before he would buy it. She knew he would have paid just as close attention to the sentiment in a card for her.
“For you.” He laughed as her eyes went back and forth between her piece of cheesecake and the envelope. “Why don’t you take a big bite of the cheesecake and open the card while you savor and swallow?”
She followed his suggestion and then grabbed for the card. As she tore it open, some papers fell out to the floor. Wanting to see what the card said, Samantha ignored the papers and read the card. It was so sweet and caring that her eyes filled up with tears.
“Whoa, darlin’. That’s not the reaction I was going for with that card.” He grabbed one of her hands in his and threaded their fingers together. With his other hand, he snagged the papers that had fallen out when she opened the card and held them out to her.
“What’s this?”
“Your Valentine’s Day present. I didn’t want to just get you flowers. If I was a florist, I don’t think a gift of flowers, either from my own store or from another one, would be that much of a gift. I thought you would appreciate this present even more. I know I will.”
She slowly opened the papers and started to read. Her eyes got big and she threw herself into his arms to sit on his lap, her arms around his neck.
“We’re going to Jamaica? That’s awesome! I’ve never been anywhere before. I can’t believe you did this. How long have you been planning this?” She couldn’t get the questions out fast enough. She took the papers in both hands and read them more closely, sagging a little in disappointment. “Wait. We’re leaving tomorrow? I don’t know if I can get things arranged at the shop that quickly. I need a little more preparation time.” She looked at him regretfully, but he just smiled at her.
“Not to worry, darlin’. I’ve already got it cleared with Celia. She’s covering for you while we’re gone.” Laughing, she threw her arms around him again as she squealed her delight. Suddenly she pulled away from him with another questioning look on her face. Before she could bring up her next objection, Ryan silenced her with a quick kiss.
“Your bag is already packed. I went shopping for you when I was in Corpus last week. Got you a couple of swimsuits. That’s all you’re really going to need, darlin’, and where we’re going, even those are optional. If we’re not on the beach, I intend to be deep inside of you. You won’t need anything else to wear.” He leered at her as she hugged him again and laughed in sheer glee.
“Finish your cheesecake and I’ll get the brochures for the place we’re staying at. It’s Negril Beach on the island of Jamaica. It’s less touristy than Montego Bay and the like. I thought you’d enjoy being able to just totally relax.” She sat back on the couch and pored over the brochures while she finished her cheesecake. She was so excited she was about ready to burst.
Before they went to bed, Samantha looked through the bag that Ryan had packed for her. He’d done a good job of packing all the essentials. Samantha thought she would be a little embarrassed wearing the strips of cloth he called a swimsuit, though. There was hardly anything to them. She turned bright red when Ryan reminded her that clothing was optional at the beach where their condo was located.
“I am not going around the beach naked, Ryan Chisholm. I’d be too embarrassed for anyone to see me like that. And don’t think for a second that you’ll be displaying your wares for all the little chippies to see, either. You better have swim trunks in your suitcase.” She gave him a warning look and then thought about it and relented. “I think you’d look great in a Speedo, though.”
“I’m not walking around a public beach with my dick hanging out, nor am I wearing Speedos. I have a couple pairs of swim trunks packed.” She gave him a little grin in response.
“By the way, nobody but me is going to see you nekkid either. I was just messing with you. Now that we’re together, the only man, besides me, that gets to see you naked is your doctor. On second thought, maybe you should get a woman doctor.” He was grinning at her, but she could tell he was a little serious.
“Don’t worry, handsome. I have no desire to be seen nekki
d by anybody but you.” She went to him and put her arms around his neck, pulling his head down so she could kiss him soundly. He pulled her into his arms to deepen the kiss, and they forgot about any clothing dilemmas for the rest of the night.
Chapter 13
The brochures didn’t do justice to the beauty of Jamaica. They arrived in Montego Bay by midafternoon and rented a car and driver to get to their condo on Negril Beach. Their driver was quite the tour guide and told them all about the island and the different areas where tourists stayed. Negril Beach had been consistently named as one of the top ten beaches in the world. There was more than seven miles of white, silky beach in the area. Their condo sat right on the beach about five hundred feet from the cliffs.
When they first arrived at the condo, Ryan checked to make sure it had been stocked as he’d requested. They didn’t have to dress up and go out for anything if they didn’t want to. They had all the provisions they would need for their stay and could just relax and enjoy each other. They’d opened up their suitcases and changed immediately into their swimsuits. Samantha was a little self-conscious in one of the bikinis Ryan had picked out for her, but she let Ryan kiss her into wearing it out to the beach along with the matching sarong.
After rubbing sunscreen on each other, they walked the entire beach hand in hand, stopping often to kiss and love on each other. Several times they were stopped by local kids trying to sell something or other. Ryan almost bought her another bikini from one of the vendors, but Samantha put her foot down when she saw the bottom was nothing more than a G-string. He laughed as he leered at her, threatening to buy it for her anyway.
During their walk, they passed places to rent scuba and snorkeling gear as well as mountain bikes or horses. They were staying on the far West End of Negril Beach, and the area was very secluded. When they got back from walking the beach, they sat in the shallows and just enjoyed the balmy weather and each other as they lay in each other’s arms.
