Branna(20)

“Show me,” I demanded.

With a grin, Ryder’s hands went to his belt buckle, and he began to undo it. He slowly, painfully slowly, popped the button on his jeans and lowered the zip. He pushed the jeans down to his knees and turned his leg to the right, showing me his inner thigh. I hunkered down, pushed up the hem of his briefs, and stared at Ryder’s stretch marks. Granted, they were just a bit lighter than his skin colour, but he actually had them.

“How have I not noticed them before?” I murmured aloud as I used my fingertip to trace the mark.

“Because my dick is right next to them,” Ryder replied nonchalantly.

I laughed and swatted at his thigh, causing him to jump back away from me.

“Never slap me close to my dick,” he said, his tone firm. “You scared me.”

I grinned as I stood up. “You’re scared of me?”

“Are you kidding?” he asked, his eyes focusing on mine. “From the first moment I met you, you have terrified me.”

“Why?” I asked, shocked.

“Because,” he said with a small shrug, “I knew you were different, and I knew you had the ability to wiggle your way into my life and set up camp for the long haul.”

I puffed out my chest with pride, and it caused my husband to laugh.

“I knew I’d marry you, you know?” he said softly, brushing strands of hair from my eyes. “From that first night in Darkness.”

“Get out,” I joked.

“I’m serious,” he pressed. “It was an instant reaction that I didn’t want to be without you. You made a hell of an impression, Sweetness.”

“Because I had sex with you?”

“Because you stuck around after we had sex,” Ryder clarified. “I’ve never had much to offer a woman other than my body, but then you came along, and you stuck around because you liked me for me, not because of my abs or face.”

“They were big sellin’ points, though,” I teased.

Ryder chuckled. “The abs have reduced to a four pack, and I’ve more lines on my face than when we first met, and you don’t seem to mind.”

“Sweetheart, you could be skinny as a rail or as fat as a whale, and I’d still get butterflies the second I saw you. I love you for you.”

“And that is why you’re my wife.”

I looked down at our wedding bands.

“I still can’t believe we’re married,” I said happily. “It’s so surreal.”

“I hope it always feels like that because I doubt I’m ever going to not be amazed that you picked me.”

Before Ryder could speak another word, I got on my tiptoes and pressed my lips to his. His hands rested on my waist as he opened up to me and allowed me to take control of the kiss. I jumped when I felt his hardened length suddenly poking against my stomach.

“Ry,” I said and looked down.

“That is what you do to my body,” he said, and took my hand in his so he could place it over his throbbing erection. “Not pregnant Branna and pregnant Branna are both sexy as hell.”

I laughed again. “You’re worse than a teenager.”

“It’s not my fault my wife is hot,” he countered.

I beamed up at him. “You’ve made me feel beautiful.”

“You are beautiful.”

I closed my hand around his erection, and it caused the hardened flesh to pulse under my grip.

“However shall I deal with this?” I said aloud.

“I’m down for anything,” Ryder groaned as I delivered the first stroke.

I hunkered down once more. Leaning into Ryder’s groin, I took the head of his cock into my mouth. My tongue swirled over the tip, and salty pre-come coated my taste buds. I took him to the back of my throat four times before I had to use my free hand to grip his thigh to avoid falling back on my arse.

“Are you—” Ryder hissed when I suckled on him but managed to finish his sentence. “Okay?”

My thighs were burning, and I could have sworn my legs began to involuntarily shake. Instead of voicing my concerns, I nodded and continued to suck on him. I pulled back for a moment just to catch my breath. It suddenly felt like my lungs were going to explode.

“Give me a second,” I said.

“Are you okay?” Ryder asked, his fingers sliding into my hair.

I nodded and took a few deep breaths.

“Stand up,” Ryder ordered. “You’re not okay.”

“I’m okay,” I stressed.

“Bran, you don’t have to—”

“I can do this,” I angrily stated.

I looked up when Ryder laughed.

“What’s funny?”

“You’re arguing with me over a blow job.”