She watched him and ran her fingers over her plump lips. Her breath became deeper and deeper as naughty thoughts raced through her mind. She tried to send him signals through her energy as she traced her lips with her fingers. Her heart hammered, full of want, bursting with the need for her new husband.
Gage eventually glanced in her direction with a raised eyebrow. He wasn’t driving too fast, but when he spotted Rylee opening her robe and moving her hands down the valley between her breasts, he nearly swerved off the road.
Rylee giggled but continued on her trail down. When Gage centered himself, she saw they were going down a long, lonely, dark road. No one would see them here.
She used one hand to loosen the tie around her waist, and he reached over to grip her thigh. She licked her lips as she stared at him, and he reached up to rub his thumb over her bottom lip, making her drip.
Gage turned back to face the night, squeezing the steering wheel tightly.
“Open your legs,” he ordered.
Rylee felt a pulse beating deep in her loins. She did as she was told, parting like a clam for him, revealing her naked lower half.
She wasn’t wearing any underwear, so she hoped that her scent was sneaking up from her pussy, and engulfing him as he tried to focus on the road.
He glanced briefly down at her center, throbbing between her strong legs. He bit into his lip and then let out a low growl that sent a chill up Rylee’s body. She gasped, feeling her clit quiver at the sound.
As they rounded a curve, Gage reached over between Rylee’s legs and finally placed two firm fingers onto her pulsing clit. She let out a long, sexy moan, parting her legs even further for him, and reached behind the headrest of the seat to grasp on for dear life.
“Oh, God, Gage,” Rylee moaned.
Gage continued driving expertly with one hand on the wheel, the other on Rylee’s soaked pussy. Her body rolled up and down, her back and neck arching against the seat as he rounded the curves of the road along with the curves of her body. He managed to maintain an expert technique in circling her clit and rubbing stiffly, using her natural juices as a lubricant.
Rylee was already soaring, wondering if it was the bold act of pleasing her while he was driving or if the intensity of the thirst he had for her was so strong that he couldn’t wait any longer. Either way, her body was writhing in the seat, moaning and whimpering as he brought her to the edge of her entire existence.
“Oh, Gage, baby,” she cried. “Fuck! I’m gonna come!”
“Then come for me,” he growled, staring at the road.
He picked up the pace and rubbed faster as she bucked her hips against his fingers. The moon gave a wash of faint brilliance as he blasted forward, giving Rylee the distinct feeling of being flown into the sky.
Rylee shoved her pelvis forward hard, following Gage’s circular motions as she came with deep growls.
“Oh, Gage, fuck yes!”
She rode his fingers as she gasped with shallow, sharp breaths. Gage growled in response, his fingers soaking in her glistening release.
Rylee slowed down, beginning to breathe deeper, licking her lips and smiling with a naughty grin. Gage slid his fingers out of her, then brought them to his mouth. Rylee laid her head back, her chest heaving up and down, and watched as her husband tasted her juice like licking a lollipop.
“Damn, you taste delicious.”
Rylee’s chest was warm, with sweat rolling down her body in gentle droplets. She was on cloud nine, a million little sparkles moving through her body and caressing her insides.
“Gage,” Rylee said.
He looked at her, smirking, most alluringly.
“You are spectacular,” she murmured.
They arrived at their shared penthouse mere minutes later, with Rylee in a swarm of endorphins that were dancing around her head. He parked swiftly, ran around to her side, and then pulled Rylee out by her wrist. She was a bit startled but chuckled once Gage threw her over his shoulder and carried her inside.
“I’m hungry for you,” he growled.
Rylee was beaming, the most carefree she had ever felt in her life. Gage carried her to the elevator and traveled upward to the penthouse floor. Rylee rested against him, feigning an attempt at fleeing, but loving the way he took control of the moment.
The elevator door opened, and Gage moved quickly over to the couch in their living room. He plopped her down, then forced her legs open, ripping the robe open at the same time.
Gage wasn't kidding. His ravenous mouth found her drenched pussy, licking from the bottom of her ass to her clit. She was still recovering from her previous three orgasms, so she shook like a leaf the second his tongue made contact. She cried out his name and threw her head back, tangling her hands in his hair.