9.6.2023
Hello everyoneee I hope your day has been gooood:) I was trying to upload a chapter every day for a minute there, but only got 3 before life got in the way lol. Also the cover photo this time is one I got from my backyard a few days ago, I really liked the rainbow:) Anywho, no warnings for this chapter except for some good ol' smut:) enjoy!
"Good morning." I roll over at the sound of Rylie's voice, smiling sleepily as I meet her blue eyes.
"Good morning my love." I reply, scooting closer so I can cuddle up to her. "How did you sleep?"
"I slept really well. My beautiful wife had the wonderful idea to crack the window open just enough that I could cuddle up with her all night and not get overheated." Rylie responds, the smile evident in her voice.
"Mmm... you never get overheated anyway." I laugh.
"Fair enough," Rylie giggles, running a hand through my hair. "But it was really nice with the window open. Not too cold thanks to you and the blankets you put over us."
I laugh and reach a hand out to pat the stack of blankets I'd thrown over our comforter. "You can never have enough blankets."
"You've definitely proven that." Rylie laughs, trying her best to count the many blankets I'd thrown on the bed. "I'm surprised you only did six though, I would expect a higher number from you."
"You know, normally yes. More blankets is what I go for. But, I didn't want there to be any chance of either of us getting too warm. So technically, you replaced my additional blankets." I tease with a grin.
"I was a pretty good replacement, huh?" Rylie smirks.
"The very best." I say softly, brushing my lips briefly against hers. "I really like feeling the heat of your body against mine..."
Rylie's breathing hitches as I take the hem of her shirt between my thumb and middle finger, leaving my index finger free to trail against her soft skin as I slowly lift her shirt.
My own breathing quickens as her thighs come into view first, no longer hidden by the black fabric of her oversized t-shirt. Rylie lays mostly on her side, in a position that happens to provide a view that would bring me to my knees had I been standing. Thank God I'm not standing because every bit of my attention is suddenly pulled to the black lace of Rylie's panties, covering parts of her body that only I knew. Parts that only I had touched and tasted.
God, her taste. I nearly come undone right then at that thought, and quickly pull my bottom lip between my teeth in an attempt to keep some of my composure.
"What do you want, baby?" Rylie asks, her voice deliciously low as she fights to keep it steady. "You have that look in your eyes..." She trails off, swallowing hard.
"What look?" I ask, cocking my head innocently. I know exactly what she means, but I want to hear her say it. I need to hear her say it. Or just hear her in general...
"Like you want to..." She trails off again as a blush rises to her cheeks.
"Come on, baby." I encourage softly, running my fingers along the hem of her panties. Panties that I really want on the floor so I can take their place. "Tell me." I purr before pressing my lips to her neck, making her shiver.
"Like you want to taste me." Rylie whispers breathlessly.
"Mmm... that's my good girl." I grip her hips, pressing my body against hers as I press one last kiss to her neck before pulling back to meet her eyes. "But it's more than a want, Ry. I need to taste you."
"Fuck, Aspen." Rylie groans. "I need you..." She takes my hand, bringing it back to the hem of her panties. "Please."
"I love when you say please." I whisper before finally pulling her panties down.
"I'll say anything you want." Rylie says, meeting my eyes.
"I know you will." I smirk as I slip between her legs. The moment my mouth connects with her already wet center, her hands are in my hair as she struggles to hold in her moans. "I want to hear you, baby. Any noises... don't hold them in."
Rylie meets my eyes again, her chest rising and falling quickly. "Okay."
I move down again, using my tongue in a way I know feels good. A way that will bring the noises I want. Sure enough, the moment my tongue touches her sweet spot, she gasps, her fingers tightening in my hair.
"Mmm..." Rylie moans. "Right there. Please don't stop."
I glance up as my tongue moves, watching as Rylie drops her head onto the pillows, her back arching. I run one hand along her stomach, enjoying the feel of her skin as I push her shirt further up. The moment her perfect chest is exposed, I take her into my hand, earning more moans as I squeeze.
Rylie leaves one hand in my hair, bringing her other up to cover mine, encouraging me to continue. "Fuck, Aspen..." She gasps, her thighs tightening slightly. "I'm close."
"Are you ready to come for me?" I ask, lifting my head slightly.
"Mhm..." Rylie hums, biting her bottom lip. She lifts her hips, meeting me as I bring my head back down, making it known how desperate for the contact she is.
It doesn't take much longer for her to reach her climax, and I focus on keeping my tongue steady as Rylie comes. Her taste, movements and noises are enough for me to want more, and I keep moving as she finishes, adding my fingers a moment later.
Rylie gasps as I slide my fingers in, her fingers tightening around mine as I begin pumping. "Harder, Aspen." She moans, and I do as I'm told. Within moments, she's coming again, her body pulsing around my fingers as she gasps my name.
It takes longer than normal for her to recover, which I can help but be proud of. I watch patiently as she comes back down, focusing on the way her eyelashes brush her cheeks, the way her lips part as she catches her breath.
Rylie meets my eyes again, smiling softly before pulling me down beside her. "I love you."
"I love you." I reply quietly, smiling when she presses her lips gently to mine.
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"So about Florida..." Rylie says as she closes the dishwasher.
"Ah, yes." I answer, sliding onto one of the barstools at the counter. "I was hoping we could talk about this again."
"Yeah?" Rylie smiles nervously.
"Yeah. I think you should go." I reply, hoping my eyes are reassuring instead of worried. I have nothing to worry about. "This is a huge opportunity and you deserve to go. I know I've given you reason to worry, but I promise I'll be okay."
"Aspen, are you sure? It's not even about me being worried, because I'm not. You've given me only reasons to trust you." Rylie's voice is kind, and I shove away the guilt that starts to rise. "I'm hesitant about going because I don't want to miss you. I love being able to see you and hug you and kiss you whenever I want. I don't think I can survive a week without those things." She finishes, pouting.
"Honestly, me too." I agree with a little laugh. "It will kind of suck being apart for a week, but I don't want you to regret not going. You were so excited when you first brought it up that it made me excited for you."
Rylie giggles before moving to the barstool beside mine. "You'd really be okay with me going?"
"Yes, my love. Plus, it isn't for me to decide, either way. If I were the controlling type of wife, I would expect you to divorce me immediately." I laugh.
"What if I want a controlling wife?" Rylie asks, smirking.
"That's a different type of controlling, baby." I grin, running a hand up her thigh. "I'm more than okay to be controlling in that sense."
"Mmm... you definitely proved that earlier. Speaking of..." She leans forward, taking the hem of my shirt. "I didn't get to take my turn with you."
Fuck. I pull my lip between my teeth, fighting the feeling between my legs. She can't know the reason for that. "I didn't mind, trust me." I smile reassuringly. "It felt pretty good knowing I was making you feel good."
Rylie blushes, but manages to keep calm. "You did make me feel really, really good." She whispers in a low voice. She moves from the barstool to stand between my legs, making us eye level. "But I didn't get to make you feel the same way."
She's making it really hard to stick to the plan. But maybe there's another way... As much as I crave the skin on skin with Rylie that normally comes with sex, I know I need to keep my leg from her view. And probably from her touch...
"I'll make it quick, baby. I won't even take off your clothes, I can just take you right here..." Rylie murmurs, pressing her body closer to mine.
Well in that case... She doesn't give me a chance to respond before unbuttoning my jeans and slipping her hand where I so desperately want it. I tighten my arms around her as her fingers make contact, knowing I won't be able to support myself much longer.
"Fuck," I gasp, digging my fingers into her back. "Faster, Ry." My pleading turns to moaning as she obeys.
"Whatever you want, baby." She purrs into my ear before moving her lips to my neck. True to her word, she moves her fingers faster, quickly bringing me to my climax.
"I'm close, Ry." I gasp, struggling to keep my voice steady.
"Are you gonna come for me?" She questions, locking her eyes on mine.
"Mhm," I nod, biting my lip. "Only for you."
Rylie smirks. "Good girl." She keeps her movements steady as I come, whispering words of encouragement while holding me steady.
I meet her eyes again once I recover, blushing when I see her heated look. "What?" I giggle.
"Nothing." Rylie smiles, gently brushing my hair behind my ear. "You're just perfect."
"Mm... I'm tempted to argue with you but I just can't when you look at me like that."
"Like what?" Rylie laughs before helping me button my pants.
"Like you are obsessed with me or something."
"I am obsessed with you. Have I not dropped enough hints?"
"I'm gonna say no only because I love the things you do to show you're obsessed with me." I smirk as I pull her into my arms. "I love you so much, Ry."
"I love you, Aspen. You are my everything." Rylie whispers warmly before pressing her lips to mine.