Chapter 39
Rick was hurting. We were a week into our honeymoon, and he was finally moving about our hotel room in Rome. He wasn’t capable of much else but felt bad about leaving me hanging.
Like most things with us, everything had a false start. If my awakening on our wedding day wasn’t a good omen, I wasn’t sure what was. Good things came when we waited for a perfect moment.
Still, we were a third of the way into our honeymoon and hadn’t managed to consummate things properly. If we were a royal couple in the dark ages, our marriage wouldn’t even have been considered legal. Not that it invalidated the love I had for him. I was falling even harder by the day. It turns out that babying Rick brought out his kindest, most vulnerable side.
Rick’s tough exterior was a poor facade over the man I fell in love with. Rick was kind, dutiful, and loving to his family. He chose the girls and me. I knew we were also both homesick and feeling a little awkward, but he was always sweet to me.
The mundane things we missed when separated at the palace began to make me feel differently about him, too. I had never considered what it might be like to brush my teeth next to someone or share space at the bathroom vanity.
I feared letting my guard down to let him see me completely without makeup so much that I had continually applied it for the first four days of this trip. That became unsustainable. His adoration didn’t shift. He never commented on it. He said I was beautiful. If he noticed, he didn’t complain.
There were other things. I lost the battle of the side of the bed, but he was insistent moving to that side hurt his back. So, I gave him that win. We cuddled like normal people. We watched television together. We ate dinner—alone like any couple. All the things we missed out on these long months before were now ours. It was precious.
“I still feel bad about it,” Rick groaned.
We were in bed watching television.
He continued, “I promise you I will see the masseuse tomorrow again and hopefully it will help.”
“It’s okay, really. I am grateful we get to take a moment to be together. It feels special. I’m savouring it.”
Rick looked surprised.
“What? You don’t enjoy all this peace and quiet? We’re finally getting to know one another like a normal couple. I relish this, Rick,” I said.
He smiled and leaned to kiss me. I melted. God, it was always so good. What couldn’t he manage to do to me?
“I wish I could do more than that,” he said.
“Me, too,” I laughed. “I want to do everything. And I still feel badly since I got off twice, you only once and… well, I feel guilty.”
“Hey, don’t,” Rick said. “We can make up for it.”
I thought about it for a moment. I wanted a lot more than this. I knew he couldn’t do much at all, but I also wanted to repay him for the amazing orgasm he gave me so freely with this tongue. How could anyone do such a thing?
I ran my hand under the covers, down to the top of his joggers.
“Lex, don’t start what you can’t finish.”
“Who says I can’t finish?” I asked. “Why don’t I repay your good deed?”
“What do you mean?”
“Why do you look so nervous?” I asked.
I put my hand inside his joggers, just over his underwear. Even though I had seen his cock, I’d never felt it. I traced my hand up and down as it stiffened.
“I… I don’t… know,” Rick said.
“Does it frighten you, then? Because I think I’m making you hard,” I said.
“If you keep doing that, I’m going to?—”
“What?” I bit my lip and stared back.
I ran my hand now into his pants. I rubbed up and down the shaft of his penis, gripping it.
“Does this feel good?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said, voice tight. “Lex, you don’t have to?—”
“But I want to, Rick,” I continued, my hand pumping his shaft.
Deviant in a way I wasn”t before, I pressed on. I’d been afraid of everything once, but here we were—alone in this quiet moment. I longed for a bit of fun. He relished this. Protesting no more, Rick relaxed.
“Okay,” Rick said. “Well, that feels good.”
“Do you want me to… go down on you?” I asked.
“Well, if you’re offering, yes.” He ran his hand through my hair, brushing it back out of my face. “But I’m going to last all of a few minutes if you do.”
“I don’t care,” I said.
I wasn’t quite sure what he meant or what I was doing. Offering this up felt sexy and grown-up, but I was neither of those things at this moment. It was the first time I’d even touched a penis let alone done anything to one. I knew it would make him happy, though.
“You’re going to have to be patient with me,” I said. “And… direct me.”
Rick grimaced, kicking his joggers and pants to the side. His poor back was still on the fritz. He’d not need to do much here. He sat up a bit.
“Are you alright?” I asked.
“If I lie down completely, I’ll end up craning my neck watching you and—trust me—it will hurt more.”
“Well, if it is bound to hurt, we don’t need to?—”
He played with my hair again, my hand once more on his cock.
“I want to. It would be incredibly sweet of you. If you want to, I want to.”
He kissed me, sending me reeling.
“The key,” he said. “Is no teeth. Pump with your hand while you go with your mouth. There isn’t much to it. Because it”s been so long, I am easy to please today.”
I took in his directions, nodding.
“You’re a good pupil. You’ll figure it out, baby,” Rick said.
I moved down until I was staring right at his cock. For years, I had been frightened of the idea of such things. When I first read about oral sex in the pages of my sister’s intense dirty novel collection, I couldn’t understand why a woman would do such a thing. Now, I realised I held all the power. He would have begged me if I’d asked him to.
I took him in my mouth, slowly figuring things out. I began to gently move my hand, trying to sync it with my mouth. Rick let out a gasp, catching me off guard. I stopped and stared.
“No. It’s good. You just… you moved... it feels good.”
He was at a loss for words, not unhappy.
“Oh,” I blushed. “I’ll go on then?”
“Please,” he said.
I began once more, realising he would tense up and moan the moment I reached the head. I focused on it more. Picking up speed with my hand, I took him deeper into my mouth. His cock hit the back of my throat and elicited a gag. Feelings of power turned to fear I”d ruined it all.
“It happens,” he said.
“I feel stupid,” I admitted.
“No, no, don’t. It’s hot, okay? Don’t feel stupid.” His tone was sweet. He was panting. “You don’t have to keep going. But I’m about to cum anyway?—”
I dove back in. It was as if I was on a mission or needed to pass an exam. I stroked his balls, trying something new, and took as much of his erection in as I could. His legs quivered and he pulled my hair a bit, which I strangely liked. I heard him moan, his breath quickening.
“Lex, I’m going to fucking blow—spit or swallow I don’t care.”
I was trying to figure out exactly what the difference was when he jerked towards me and gripped his hands into my hair. I gagged again, realising he meant with the cum that was now in my mouth. I didn’t realise one had to choose. I swallowed, gagged, and again felt embarrassed.
“Shit. I’m sorry,” I pulled back.
He laughed, still breathing heavily. I was mortified.
“No, no. I’m not laughing at you. I’m overwhelmed. I… I think that is one of the first times I heard you swear, Lex.”
He handed me his boxers.
“Just take care of whatever you need. I’ll do the rest,” Rick said.
I was still mortified, doing as he said. Rick tossed the boxers on the floor, grumbling as he settled back down in bed. He turned to look at me.
“Baby, you have nothing to be embarrassed about.”
“I feel like I did a dreadful job?—”
“Nah. You did well. I never would have guessed that was your first time. You aren’t good at reading me yet. And I’m not good at reading you. We’ll get better at it. Promise. But that was great.”
“Really?”
He nodded. “Come here.”
I curled up in his arms, wrapping my arm across his chest.
“You are lovely. A lot of fun, baby. Thank you.”
“I promise I will get better.”
“You don’t need to promise me anything,” Rick said. “Other than to be yourself. It wouldn’t matter if you’d slept with seventy guys before me. We’d still be new to this. It would still be awkward.”
“Really?” I looked at him.
“Yeah,” Rick promised. “It’s just part of getting to know someone. It’s no different than anything else we’re trying to figure out. You’re good. It’s not a surprise, given that you’re a fabulous kisser, Lex.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. That’s why I just assumed… well, you’re not subtle.”
I laughed. “I don’t like tiny, gentile kisses, I guess.”
He kissed me, catching me off guard. It was good, but I struggled to enjoy it given where my mouth had just been, I was sure he’d be opposed.
“You don’t… care?” I asked.
“About what, Lex?”
“Never mind,” I said.
“You are wonderfully giving, and I will make it up to you,” Rick promised.