Chapter 25
Logan
Kyle can’t stop laughing as I carry him over the threshold of our hotel room. So maybe he’s not my bride, but it’s no secret that he loves my strength, and after the way he took care of me for the past two months, I want to show him, even if just symbolically, that I shall do the same.
“Thank you, husband,” he says, nuzzling my cheek as I shut the door and place him on the soft carpet.
“You thought I couldn’t do it? I might need to pick you up more often,” I joke and nudge his ribs as I take in our room.
It’s the middle of the day, so bright light seeps through sheer curtains installed for privacy, bringing out the cozy beiges and browns of the interior.
I smirk at the sight of the rose petals scattered over the comforter on our bed.
There’s a bucket with sparkling wine in the middle of it, and now that I know what to search for, I also spot two champagne glasses by the phone.
“I did tell them we were on our honeymoon,” I say and Kyle looks back with a wide grin.
“It’s perfect.”
The room would have been even more perfect if we were in some kind or romantic castle, sleeping in a massive wooden four-poster with curtains around it, and a copper tub in the corner, but the simple yet elegant decor is lovely too. We’re here to celebrate our relationship, not antiques.
“And I booked it for three days, so we can go on trips, or… stay in bed for the duration of our stay.” I smile and kiss him with my heart soaring.
We made out half the night yesterday, playing a dumb game of whose restraint would break, but we did manage to leave sex until today, and I can’t wait to claim my husband.
Kyle wiggles his brows and kisses my chin, leaning back when I attempt to capture his lips. “I’ll start our bath, and you’ll come in when I call you. Okay?” he asks.
My brain fills with steam and I nod, painfully eager to get my hands on him. We’ll need to discuss it, but I know we’re not doing rubbers tonight.
I take off my suit jacket as I follow him with my gaze and sit on the bed. The rose petal heart is cheesy, but I love it anyway. It makes me feel as if my life is a fairytale, and while I didn’t mean to come out the way I did, I am married to him. I want the whole world to know.
So maybe there are better ways for my parents to find out than from social media, but I regret nothing, and as water starts flowing behind the door, I imagine my man stretched on the bed while I massage his perfect ass.
How did I get here? Just yesterday, I told him to his face that I didn’t want a relationship, and even tried to flirt with someone else. I now know I’ve been scared of admitting my feelings, and that the guy I approached, while pretty, would have only been a bland replacement for Kyle.
I take off my shoes and then remove all my clothes, settling on the bed naked once I place the wine on the side table. The wait feels like having needles poke at my skin, so when Kyle calls my name, I shoot up and head straight for the bathroom.
I swallow when I see him in the shallow water of the big corner tub. The steam makes the air pleasant to inhale, and when he looks straight at me, scooping up some water in his hand only to pour it down his nipple, I can’t wait anymore.
“You’re such a tease,” I say and as I approach, yesterday’s unresolved needs hit me with a vengeance. Good thing I brought the lube from the bedroom. Just in case he’s up for starting here.
Kyle wiggles his brows and pulls himself up a bit higher, showcasing the muscle tone of his chest and arms. “You love it.”
“Well, I did marry you.” I love saying it out loud.
But then I leap into the bathtub, not caring about the water I’m splashing about, and pull him in for a kiss.
The motion makes his butt roll over the bottom of the tub, and suddenly he’s holding on to me, his head hanging above warm water as my tongue glides over his.
With the self-imposed ban on touching below the waist gone, I eagerly push his legs apart.
Kyle whimpers, sucking on my bottom lip as I cradle his head and lie on top of him, holding his face above the surface. He’s so trusting, so sweet, and deep down I know I’d never abuse his faith in me, even in a way as small as pranking him by letting go now.
“So, husband…” he whispers, watching me from beneath his lashes. “Will you make love to me?”
“In so many ways,” I rasp, already growing hard from his proximity. “Turn around, I wanna see my prize.”
He chuckles and lets go of my arms to roll over and, damn, his ass looks even better when its heart-shaped form is partially submerged. Kyle wiggles his butt, making the water wrinkle around his flesh, and I can barely stand the wait anymore.
“Oh, God… I love seeing you naked like this.” I give his buttock a little pat and then lift his hips. He kneels in front of me, legs spread to offer me a 4K view of his perfect peach.
I lower my head and lick from the base of his buttock to the small of his back, and he stiffens, looking back at me with a face so red it makes me grin at him and tickle the crack between his buttocks next. He couldn’t hide his trembling if he tried.
“Oh…”
I grin, feeling like a predator about to get a bite of his prey. “More like oh, yes. You’ve got no idea how many times I dreamed about this.” I pull his juicy cheeks apart and run my tongue down his crack, getting a shock of arousal in my balls when I lick over the pink pucker.
He fidgets this time, holding on to the edge of the tub as my tongue explores the delicate wrinkled flesh around his hole.
“Really?” he whispers, as if it has never passed through his mind. I like that I can surprise him like this.
“Is it okay with you?” I rasp and exhale hot air over his sensitive flesh. I want to get him all ripe and open for me before I ride him. It hits me that I’m his first, his only, and his last. I want to be everything to him.
Kyle lets out a chuckle and offers me a shy smile. “It feels good,” he says, and his eyelids flutter when I move my damp hand over his buttock, all the way to the small of his back. “I love it when you touch me.”
It’s clear to me that he’s thoroughly cleaned himself in anticipation of our night of debauchery, because he wouldn’t be so open to rimming otherwise. “You know what I also want?” I tease, pressing the tip of my tongue against his pink hole.
His gasp is delicious, and I squeeze his buttock when he pushes his ass toward me in invitation.
“What?” he utters.
“I want to fuck you raw tonight,” I mutter, gliding my tongue down all the way until I can kiss the back of his warm balls. “I want to come inside you, husband, and see you dripping with my juice.”
His breathing speeds up, and he rocks his hips, as if he's already imagining what’s to come. “Oh, God. I dreamed about this. Yes.”
I chuckle and drag first my nose, then my tongue over his quivering pucker. “Of course you did, greedy boy.” I’m rock-hard already, but I want to savor this first. “Fuck, I’ll be filling you up all night…”
“And the rest of the day,” Kyle whispers in a strained voice. I see his toes curl in the water, and he’s stroking his chest and stomach as I tease him, rolling the tip of my tongue over the edge of his hole. “I want to feel you coming inside me so bad.”
“That’s my horny boy…” I grin and kiss the pink flesh that is so willing to give me pleasure. I can’t wait to stretch him, make him all slippery, and then ride his pretty ass.
I hold his cheeks wide apart, drilling my tongue into his hole time and time again while I knead his buttocks.
He goes crazy for it, as if I need more proof of how sensitive his ass is.
He quivers and reaches back with one hand to gently grab my hair, as if he’s worried I might pull back.
“Logan,” he whispers as I squeeze the muscular flesh of his butt and move my tongue back and forth, tasting soap on his clean flesh.
“What is it that you need?” I whisper. I want him to say all the filthy things he’s dreamed of me doing to him, and encourage his arousal by dipping my tongue in again, this time even farther.
The tight ring of muscle opens just like it will for my cock, and while my neck starts aching from the position I’m in, and the tub is hard under my knees and elbows, no amount of discomfort would be enough to pull me away from Kyle’s ripe flesh.
He tries to avoid thrashing too much, but I still feel him tremble as I continue exploring his warm body while water splashes around us.
“You. I need you to do what you’re doing now until I can’t wait anymore.
I want you to fuck me as many times as you can.
I want to feel so hot and sore from all the sex we have tonight.
And I want to suck you too. I just want to stay with you and finally have you for real,” he babbles, rocking on my tongue.
Just feeling his nervous movements against my face is getting me beyond horny, and the way he clenches his ass sometimes, makes me imagine how that’s gonna feel around my dick.
I pull away and chuckle. “I don’t think you’ll be walking tomorrow.
” When I press my thumb against his wet hole, the digit slides in with ease, and I have to bite my lip not to moan at the sight in front of me.
His muscles tighten, sucking my thumb in while Kyle rocks his hips, looking over his shoulder with glossy eyes.
I can see his balls and hard cock between his spread thighs, but for now, I want him to focus on all the sensations in that delicious opening.
Kyle chews on his bottom lip. “No. I’ll just have to stay in bed and make you take care of me.”
“Oh, I’ll keep you on a steady diet of dick.” I wink, and as I roll my thumb inside him, I make sure he sees me stroke my cock. “It’s been missing you.”