Chapter 19 #3
“It’s beautiful,” I whisper to the window.
“It is,” he agrees but when I look back at him, he’s not looking out the window, he’s looking at me.
We land at a small helipad where a car is waiting, and we are driven to the observation tower at the falls. We smile for pictures as we walk around outside, our protection team keeping a bubble around us as we stop to look at the falls.
“It’s so steep!” I laugh.
“I won’t let you fall,” Rhys says in my ear as his arms wrap around me from behind.
We watch the water for a bit more and I feel mesmerized listening to the loud whooshing of the falls and watching all the people around us marvel at Mother Nature’s beauty.
“I have something I want to show you,” my husband says before we walk inside the observation tower and head straight for the elevator.
We go straight to the top where someone greets us and says, “Everything is ready for you,” before leaving us in the hallway. Leo opens the door and moves through the small suite that overlooks the falls before nodding silently to Rhys and stepping back outside to hold his post in front of the door.
Rhys leads me into the room and closes the door behind us, locking it. I give him a questioning look as I walk over to where a fruit and cheese platter is laid out for us with bottles of water. I crack one, not realizing how thirsty I am after this morning’s adventure.
“I wanted a bit of privacy with you, hen,” he says as I pick up a strawberry and bite into it. He moves closer to me, almost prowling.
Rhys takes the strawberry from my hand and paints my lips with its juice before popping the other half into his mouth. I watch him chew and swallow before he grabs me and kisses me, licking into my mouth in a passionate kiss.
“Mmm,” he says. “It tastes better on you.”
“Rhys—” I whisper, wondering what my husband is up to.
Between the stolen touches in the helicopter and the whispered words beside the falls where I definitely could feel his thick cock pressed against my back, this private suite overlooking the falls wipes any doubt from my mind that he’s up to something.
“Come look at the falls,” he says, taking my hand and leading me to the window.
My husband places me in front of the big window overlooking the falls,and wraps me up in his arms. He kisses the side of my neck, his beard tickling my skin as he undoes the buttons of my peacoat.
He shucks it off me, tossing it onto the coffee table in front of a large leather sofa.
I hear fabric rustle as he tosses aside his own jacket and sweater.
When he spins me around to face him his shirt is unbuttoned, hanging open at his sides, but I don’t get long to admire his beautiful body because he pulls my sweater over my head, leaving me standing there in my jeans and my bra.
“Rhys,” I whisper. “What if someone sees?”
“No one will see you like this, hen,” he says. “Not ever again. Besides, the windows are tinted.”
“Oh,” I whisper as he drops to his knees in front of me with a smile on his face.
Rhys plucks one boot off my foot before dropping it down and lifting the other one to remove my other boot.
He flicks the button and then lowers the zipper on my jeans, all while my heart beats hard in my chest. He pushes the material down my legs, encouraging me to step out of them before grabbing me by the hips and pressing his face into my lace covered mound.
He breathes in my scent before grabbing my panties by the waist and sliding them down, leaving me bare in front of him and the giant wall of windows.
He knocks my feet wider and licks me, making me moan as I reach for him, my fingers sifting through his dark hair.
Just when I think I’m about to come, he stands and turns me to face the window again, guiding each of my hands up to brace against the glass as he guides my hips back.
I’m leaning forward with my feet spread, anticipation spreading along my skin.
I hear his clothes being shed and discarded behind me and then I feel the blunt head of his cock for a second before he drives deep inside me.
He fucks me hard and fast against the window, his grip on my hips so hard I know I’ll have bruises. Not that I care, because he fills me so deeply, my body stretching to accommodate his thick length, and I fucking love it. I love when he’s sweet, but I also love when he’s absolutely not.
I claw my nails against the pristine glass getting no purchase as I come so hard, I begin to tip over and lose my balance.
Rhys pulls out so fast that I whimper at the loss of him but then he scoops me up and turns me around, positioning me so that my back is pressed against the window and my legs wrapped around his waist. And he drives deep inside of me.
I throw my head back and pant as I grab onto the back of his head and guide his mouth to my breast. He bounces me on his cock, and I scream through my orgasm as he bites my nipple only to kiss and lick it better after.
When he can no longer keep us upright, Rhys turns toward the sofa and drops us down so that my back hits the soft leather with his body splayed over me.
His cock is still inside me, and he never misses a beat as he fucks me right through the transfer.
Finally, he presses his face into the side of my neck as he swells inside me, and I clench around him as he groans, filling me with his cum, his orgasm triggering my own.
We lay like that while we catch our breath, both of us sweaty and disheveled, and he brushes my hair back from my face and kisses me sweetly.
“I love you, hen,” he says, his voice gruff with emotion. “More than I ever thought possible. More than anything ever.”
“I love you too.”
We cuddle on the sofa and watch the falls. We alternate feeding each other strawberries and making love and I never want to leave this room.
But even I know, the bubble has to burst eventually, and as always, it does.
Spectacularly.