by A. F. Zoelle
The sight of him jerking off his renewed erection had me racing to my peak. My desire to be the only one responsible for his pleasure was at war with how hot it was to watch him touching himself. His noises grew desperate as he disrupted our rhythm from the overwhelming rush of sensations.
When I slowed down our pace, it earned me a cute growl of annoyance. I gripped his dick and started working it, refocusing him. “You’re so fucking beautiful, and you’re mine.” My possessive declaration paired with a vigorous thrust rewarded me with a delicious keen. “Say it.”
“I’m yours, Luci!” His gasps reached a fevered pitch, telling me he wouldn’t be able to hold on for much longer. “I always have been.”
“Come for me, Rhys,” I ordered, thrusting hard as I rubbed my thumb over the head of his cock while stroking it.
He exploded all over my fist and his stomach as he shouted “Luci,” his entire body shaking from the effort. It drew my orgasm as I growled his name, shooting my load inside him. Only then did we still, both of us breathing heavily from the exertion.
Rhys tugged me down for a passionate kiss. He whispered “I love you,” in between pecks, making my heart soar. It was a pure moment I would remember for the rest of my days.
He groaned when I withdrew to settle myself next to him, before sprawling out over my chest as we recovered our breath. I held him, never wanting to let go. There was no way I could ever return to being mere friends after knowing what it was like to be intimate with him.
I kissed his forehead and murmured, “I love you.”
“That makes me the luckiest guy in the whole damn world.” With effort, Rhys moved up to kiss me with such tenderness that I fell for him all over again. “I hope you understand I love you just as much.”
“I might need another demonstration to be convinced,” I joked.
He grinned. “You’ll have to wait until after breakfast. I’m too tired to get up and shower, let alone do anything else.”
Unable to resist the temptation, I slid two of my fingers back into him. He pushed against me with a whimper, trying to take me deeper. “Something tells me I’ll have no problem getting you up again.”
His laugh got lost in a moan as I indulged in another taste of him.
Afterward, we ate a leisurely breakfast in the outdoor restaurant overlooking the Aegean Sea. The view was breathtaking as the sunlight sparkled on the stunning blue water. I would happily stay in this gorgeous paradise for all of eternity with Rhys.
“It’s beautiful here, isn’t it?” he asked, looking out at the horizon.
“Yeah, it’s so perfect it almost feels fake,” I replied. The gentle breeze was refreshing. “I can’t believe a place like this exists. Everything is so blue.”
His gaze shifted over to me. “I’m so happy we’re here together.”
“I am, too.” While true, my mind still boggled that we were here on our honeymoon. Would ever stop being surreal that he was my husband?
Rhys grinned as he added, “And I’m not just saying that because of all the sex we’re going to have.”
I chuckled at his response. “Good to know.”
He turned serious. “I’m glad we’ll have the chance to spend some time together. When we were drinking in my hotel room, I realized how much I missed hanging out with you. I’m so sorry, Luci. I never should have let Olivia affect our friendship.”
His sincere apology moved me. “I appreciate that.”
Rhys reached out and took my left hand in his. “The only thing I regret more than wasting so many years with her is that I lost so much time with you.” He brushed over my wedding ring, then caressed my knuckles. “What I did was unforgivable, but—”
I interrupted to assure him, “There’s nothing to forgive.”
His smile turned sad. “Maybe you’ve forgiven me already, but I haven’t forgiven myself. I let Olivia come between us, which was the last thing in the world I wanted to happen.”
“Don’t beat yourself up over things you can’t change,” I told him. “All of that led us here. Being with you now matters more than what happened back then.”
“Will you let me be with you now?”
I started to point out that he already was when I understood what he was really asking. Even though I was nervous by the unknown territory, my curiosity overrode it. I tugged him upright as I stood, taking advantage of the fact he was still holding my hand. “I’d like that very much.”
“I’ll make sure of it,” Rhys promised in a tone that sent a shiver of anticipation through me.
Back in our room and stripped bare, Rhys set about learning every inch of my body. He took his time trailing kisses from my neck down as his fingertips tantalized me with the promise of what was to come.
He teased my nipple into a hard peak before continuing. “It’s interesting that things are different now, yeah?”
“Hmm?”
He mirrored his actions on my other one, licking and sucking on it until it stiffened. “When we were teenagers, I was the more dominant one, but now I love when you get all authoritative with me.”
I asked, “Is that your passive-aggressive way of suggesting I should overthrow you and take charge?”
“Don’t you dare,” he warned, before placing a kiss on each of my abs. “It’s my turn.”
“I was unaware this was turn-based.”
He huffed in annoyance. “You know what I mean.”
I did, but it was fun to play with him sometimes. “In my defense, I’ve gained more experience between then and now.”
“It wasn’t a criticism; it was merely an observation. I think it’s unusual I’m the more assertive partner with women, but with you, I get so turned on by the thought of you dominating me. To be clear, that’s not an invitation for right now. I’m talking about in general.”
“Why does that surprise you?” I asked, amused when he licked along the ridge of my hip. He certainly was being thorough. “You’ve always relied on me because you trust that I’ll help you through your anxiety or anything bad that happens. It’s probably an extension of that dynamic.”
He paused in his explorations as he considered my words. “Huh, I guess I like you having control over me on a deeper level than I realized—just not this second. Later is good, though.”
I snorted at that. “You keep saying that like I’ve threatened to stop you. I haven’t moved since you started taking your sweet-ass time exploring.”
“Yes, because you have the patience of the saint you were named after.” He kissed the mole above my hip. I had no idea why he liked that so much, but the enjoyment he derived from it entertained me. “I’ve waited too long for this chance, so I refuse to rush, thank you very much.”
I reached down and caressed his cheek to get his attention. “This isn’t a onetime offer, Rhys.”
There was a shadow of doubt in his eyes. “But what if you don’t like it?”
To soothe him, I kept my tone playful. “You might not have heard of it, but there’s this thing called the internet that you can use to research anything. It’s a fantastic resource for this kind of stuff. I’ve had great success with it, as you will recall.”
“Yeah, but if you hate it—”
I cut him off. “Then we’ll do some homework on how to make it better for the next time, that’s all. Stop putting that pressure on yourself. I won’t permanently ban you from my ass if this is something less than the apex of sexual nirvana, okay?” He laughed, but some of his concerns lingered. “What’s really bothering you?”
Rhys squirmed before he admitted, “I didn’t like it my first time trying anal, so I’m worried you won’t, either.”
“What didn’t you like about it?”
He trailed his fingers over the rigid length of my erection, which welcomed the touch. “I was impatient and rushed, so it hurt like hell. I had no clue what I was doing.”
I pointed out, “But you tried it again, then discovered you liked it. Why would you assume I wouldn’t be the same in that s
ituation?”
“I just want your first real time to be as good for you as it was for me,” he said in a small voice.
My ego purred at hearing he enjoyed himself, but I focused on the bigger issue. “You learned your lesson not to go too fast, so we’ll be fine. Stop worrying, or I’ll flip you over and figure out how to bottom from the top.”
“The phrase is ‘top from the bottom,’ actually. Although, I totally proved your point about taking control in the face of my anxiety, didn’t it?”
“I’ll refrain from doing a victory dance if you hurry up and get on with it.”
Rhys kissed me lovingly, then renewed his exploration by pressing his lips against my chin, then down my neck.
I grumbled over the setback. “Is there some reason you’re testing the limits of my patience?” His amused snicker told me he knew exactly what he was doing. “Do you want me to beg?”
“You could try it,” he retorted.
My desperation for something more substantial made it less embarrassing to arch my back and wantonly plead, “Please, stop teasing me, Rhys. I need you inside me, so please.”
The blazing desire returned to his burning gaze. “Oh, I think I enjoy having you at my mercy.”
“Then do something about it, damn it!”
Despite my earlier confidence, the lube cap flipping open set off a flutter of nervousness through me. While Rhys had obviously enjoyed himself as I pleasured him, there was a part of me that feared it would be painful. He distracted me by licking down the seam of my balls, before sensuously kissing one of them. When he sucked on it, I gasped as he proved I wasn’t the only person who had done his research.
Rhys pressed a slicked finger into me, but I barely noticed as he switched to my other ball. He lavished it with attention before checking in with me. “You’re good?”
“I’ll be better when you use more than one finger,” I retorted.
He carefully inserted a second into me. I felt the stretch of it, but his slow pace kept it from hurting. It went a long way toward easing my apprehensions. Once again, he refocused my attention when he began teasing my dick with his tongue, sucking only the tip in a prelude to what I was after.
“Of course you’re a goddamn cocktease,” I groaned. It was in line with his personality, but it drove me crazy with a need for more. His knowing laughter made me bang my head on the pillow in frustration. “Haven’t you tried my patience enough today?”
He delighted in reminding me, “You’re the one who said I shouldn’t go fast.”
“I take it back,” I protested. “This is torture.”
“Yes, but it’s the fun kind,” he countered. He interrupted my next complaint by gingerly attempting to add a third finger. The initial burn of it caused me to inhale sharply, but him stopping was way worse.
“I’m fine,” I assured him, preferring not to backtrack.
Rhys stubbornly insisted, “No, I won’t hurt you.” To avoid antagonizing his anxiety, I bit back my complaints as he continued stretching me. The process was tedious, but when he inserted another one again, it lacked the previous discomfort.
Satisfied I wasn’t in pain, he returned to his blow job as he diligently prepared me. He gained more confidence, taking me in deeper as he worked me from the inside. When he applied the right amount of pressure to my prostate, I came without warning from the unexpected burst of pleasure.
“Sorry, I—”
He wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. “Why are you apologizing—because I did a great job?”
“You’ve got me on that one.”
Rhys spread his fingers to test how I was doing. “How does this feel?”
“Like we can move on.”
“Ooh, nice answer.” He withdrew and put on a show of coating his prick with lube. “I’ll go slow, okay?”
“How could you go any slower?” I muttered. “This pace is positively glacial.”
He ignored my smartass comment as he positioned himself to penetrate me. It was more awkward than painful as he cautiously pushed into me. I reminded myself to relax and not be impatient as I adjusted to accommodate his girth. It felt like forever before he slid in all the way.
His voice was tight with restraint as he asked, “Does it hurt?”
I resisted the urge to make another smart-aleck remark, aware that his concern stemmed from his anxiety. “No, it’s just…odd.”
“Odd is better than ow. Can I move yet? Or do you need more time—”
“Yes, please move,” I requested, more than ready for the strange fullness to morph into something better.
Rhys began with a gentle roll of his hips, building up to more deliberate movements. It frustrated me when it did nothing for me. I hooked a leg over him in an attempt at shifting to a different position. It was a slight improvement, but it was far from satisfying.
I swore when he stilled. “Goddamn it, don’t stop. I promise, you’re not hurting me at all.”
“I’m also not making you feel good,” he said, “but I have an idea.” He guided my long legs over his shoulders, then shifted closer to bring my hips up more. For a brief second, I was self-conscious about the position, but that changed when he resumed.
There was an instant difference as he struck deeper, causing my toes to curl with bliss. “Oh, that’s much better,” I gasped, grasping at the sheets as I moaned. “So much better, fuck!”
“You’ll feel even more incredible soon.” He ran his hands up my thighs before grabbing my ass and using it to pull me closer with every thrust. That had me shouting at how fantastic it was.
“Harder!”
It gratified me when Rhys obeyed without questioning if I could handle it. I never imagined his balls hitting against me as he fucked me would be so arousing, but damned if it didn’t do it for me. As I grew louder, he started pounding into me until I was almost bent in half. It was an all-consuming pleasure that left no place for any thoughts.
I hadn’t even noticed when I began getting hard again, but I roughly tugged on my cock as I raced toward my climax. When Rhys came in me, it sent me over the edge. My whole body arched from the intensity of my release.
When he pulled out of me, I felt weirdly empty. I remembered to lower my legs from his shoulders, which allowed him to collapse on my chest, a position that was becoming his favorite.
I wrapped my arms around him, still dazed from the experience. He absentmindedly stroked the small mole on my neck. If I had had the energy to laugh, I would have. As far as quirks went, it was one of his cuter ones. It made me feel good to know he loved all of me, down to every one of my beauty marks.
We remained in companionable silence for a while, before Rhys joked, “I’d ask how I did, but I’m pretty sure I know the answer to that question.”
“See? You worried for nothing.” I ruffled his hair. “Wow.”
“Wow is right,” he agreed with a tired chuckle. “If it’s this amazing our first time, I can’t even fathom how incredible it’ll be ten years from now.”
My heart swelled with love for him, hearing him speaking about us in the long-term. “I look forward to finding out.” He made a happy noise as he snuggled closer. We lazed together, in no rush to do anything other than be with each other.
The first week of our honeymoon had been the best of my entire life. Luci worshipped me with utter love and devotion. While I preferred bottoming, the few times I had topped had been incredible. Sex with him was the most satisfying I had ever had, but there was one need of mine we hadn’t explored yet.
After our swim in our private villa’s infinity pool overlooking the ocean, he observed me while I kept my distance in the shower. I deflected his attempts to start something, hoping to provoke his urge to dominate me. When we pretended to have sex to piss off Olivia, the glimpse of his sexy authority was tantalizing. I ached for a taste of it. Instead of driving him to action, he grew concerned. While sweet, it also made me want to scream with frustration.
When I r
ejected another advance and got out of the shower, Luci followed me. “Have I done something wrong?”
I shook my head as I dried off with a towel. My desire to tell him what I was after warred with my need for him to manhandle me without having to ask for it. It had never appealed to me before, but it was all I could think about now. We had talked about how much I liked him being in control, but his need to cherish me kept him from giving me the aggressive roughness I was after.
“Please talk to me, Rhys.”
His expression of genuine worry made me feel bad, but I was too horny to stop being a brat. I tilted my chin with a defiant look. “No.”
Luci narrowed his blue eyes, sending a thrill through me. This time, his request came out as a demand. “Tell me.”
I appealed to his competitive side by challenging, “Make me.”
When he continued looking down at me with a puzzled expression, I turned on my heel and walked into the bedroom. I assumed he would follow me to find out why I was acting this way. What I didn’t expect was him throwing my back up against the wall and pinning me in place with his larger body.
There was a dark fire in his eyes as he growled, “Wrong answer.”
I was erect in an instant, my soul ignited by the spark of lust his action inspired. I pressed my hardness against him so he would understand his dominance was what I was after. “What are you going to do about it?”
His reply came in the form of a savage kiss. There was no finesse in it as our tongues clashed in battle with an angry hunger fueling us. I strained against his hold on both of my pinned wrists, but he tightened his grasp and pushed back harder. I moaned in ecstasy as he gave me a taste of what I wanted.
We both panted when we broke apart. I remained defiant, albeit breathy as I taunted, “You’ll never get an answer out of me if that’s the best you can do.”
He released a wrist to grab my erection, getting my full attention. “You’re already dripping for me.” He rubbed the bead of precum that had gathered. His gruff voice got me all hot and bothered. “Do you think I can’t get what I want from you?”
