Chapter 21 #3
Ashlin was up for anything, so hand-in-hand, they descended to the river. To her shock, an empty boat was waiting for them.
“Welcome aboard, Mr. and Mrs. Riggs,” the boat captain said as he opened the gate and gestured for them to step inside their private riverboat. Clint led her to the bow, where they sat in the front row with an unobstructed view of the river.
Clint put his arm around her, and Ashlin leaned into his strong body.
It was nice just to feel like a woman. Safe.
She could let her guard down because in those moments, she wasn’t Air Force Captain Ashlin Cartwright, a member of the most lethal all-female special operations team. She was simply Mrs. Clint Riggs.
For the next forty-five minutes, they snuggled together, sitting silently as they enjoyed the Cypress-lined waterway, interrupted occasionally by their captain, who pointed out historic stone bridges and a couple of city landmarks.
Music filled the air as they drifted past an outdoor theater that was hosting a live performance on its stage.
The local band was pretty good. Their favorite places included the historic site where General Santa Anna aimed his cannons during the battle of the Alamo and where Teddy Roosevelt gathered his Rough Riders.
It was nearly midnight when Clint tipped the captain and they climbed the steps to street level.
When Ashlin saw the limousine waiting for them, she wasn’t sure whether she was sad that the evening was over or happy to go home and show Clint just how much she appreciated the amazing birthday he’d given her.
Clint settled himself on the back seat, and Ashlin rolled on top of him, straddling his thighs wrapping her arms around his neck. “I don’t have the words to thank you for this incredible evening.” She ground her hips against him. “Have you ever done it in a limousine?”
“Have you?” he countered.
She shook her head from side to side. “No. I’m a good girl.”
He grabbed her hips and pulled them against his growing erection. “You wouldn’t lie to me, would you?”
Her face went serious. “Never. If I can’t tell you something, I’ll tell you that I can’t tell you.
” She cocked her head to the side. “Did you follow that?” They hadn’t had any more to drink after they’d left the restaurant.
She was drunk on happiness, that’s all she could figure. “You never answered my question.”
“No. I’ve never had sex in a limousine.” His rows of bright white teeth shone in the darkness of the car. “This will be a first for both of us.”
She leaned over him, pressing her breasts to his chest and kissing him. She loved it when he delved into her mouth, tangling his tongue with hers. She could feel him growing hard underneath her center, so she rocked her hips into him.
Clint broke the kiss and started nipping his way down her throat while unbuttoning her blouse. Before she realized it, she was naked from the waist up, and he had a breast in one hand while he sucked on her other nipple. Her clit was pushing against his erection as she reveled in the stimulation.
“Tiger, if you keep that up, it’s going to be over before I’m inside you,” he said between his panting breaths.
“I’m close, too.” She slid off to one side and pulled her pants down, then wiggled her bare foot out of one leg. Ashlin looked over at him, and he’d yanked his pants and boxers down to his knees.
When she started to move on top of him, he grabbed her hips and guided her down.
They both sighed as she slid onto the whole of him.
Neither moved. She’d ridden him several times before, but it never felt quite this full.
He pushed up from the bottom, filling her even more.
She threw her head back and moaned. Using both hands, he caressed her breasts and rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
He dropped one hand to her lower belly and rubbed her exposed clit with his thumb.
His actions weren’t enough, so she squeezed her core as tight as she could while she lifted her hips, then drove down. He moaned.
“That’s it, Tiger. Again.” He didn’t have to ask twice. She was committed to being his first orgasm in a limousine.
“I can’t hold back much longer.” He gently pinched her nipple and her clit at the same time.
“I’m right there with you,” she confessed. “Let go, my love.”
He shoved into her one more time, stiffening his back as she ground down. She soared over the edge.
“Ashlin,” he called on a groan just before he collapsed to the side, taking her with him as they filled the back seat.
They must’ve fallen asleep, Clint still buried inside her. The next thing she heard was the driver announcing that he was pulling into their neighborhood.
Oh, shit. They both bolted upright, scrambling for clothes. Thank goodness they were used to getting dressed in a hurry. By the time the limo pulled into the driveway, they were both fully clothed and decent enough to make it into the house.
Although it was no longer her actual birthday, they continued to celebrate several more times that night and through Sunday before they had to leave for Montana.