I wondered if the women he’d been with before didn’t like giving head. “I want to.” Besides, I wasn’t sure my pussy could take much more.
I tugged on his cock, urging him to bring it to my lips.
He straddled my body as I pulled pillows under my head to support me. He let his dick flick over my nipples and then brought it to my mouth.
“You’re sure?” he asked.
I answered by swallowing his dick.
“Fuck!” he growled out.
I brought my hand to his dick so I could control how deep he fucked my mouth. With my other hand, I fondled his balls.
He rocked his hips, making all sort of delicious grunting and panting sounds as he fucked my mouth. I could sense he was nearing the end as his strokes got shorter but harder.
I slid my fingers to the soft sensitive skin just behind his balls and rubbed gently. He thrust forward, sliding to the back of my throat.
“Jesus, fuck…I’m coming…I’m coming…” he chanted. Warm liquid coated my mouth. He continued to thrust and come until finally he sank back on his heels over my belly. His breath came in bellowing gasps. He toppled over onto his back beside me. “I think I died and went to heaven.”
I smiled, so pleased that I’d made him happy. For a minute he just lay there and I prepared for the moment he remembered I was his assistant and ran from the bed. Instead, his arm snaked out and pulled me to him until my head was on his shoulder.
“What’s your record?” he asked me.
“Record for what?” I lifted my head to look at him.
“Orgasms for one night.” His eyes were closed but he had a very sated smug expression.
“Giving or getting?” I asked.
One eye popped open. “Both.”
“Two for giving. Three for getting.”
His brow furrowed and I got the sense he was counting our current orgasm count. I decided to put him out of his misery.
“Yes. With you. My record is with you.”
His smile was magnificent. “Me too.”
I wondered if my smile was dopey or if he too liked that I was pleased to have helped him set his record.
He rolled us until he was over me again. “Shall we go for more?”
“Absolutely.”
We spent the next day enjoying Interlaken including visiting the former dragon caves that had gorgeous waterfalls, and a trip to Harder Kulm where there was a spectacular view of Interlaken and both lakes. That evening we were back on the train for the overnight trip to Amsterdam. We didn’t set a record, but we both had a first; neither of us had ever had sex on a train before that night.
As I lay in his arms, the sound of the train moving on the tracks and the moon shining through the window as we moved through the Alps and north to The Netherlands, I was so content and happy, and yet, feeling that also made me nervous. I’d always admired Ryan’s dedication to his work and family, even as it annoyed me at times on this trip. But when he let himself relax, I discovered a man who was full of life and passion. It was a shame he felt the need to keep that part of himself hidden in his regular life. I was so glad to experience it now. But I also understood that the more I was with him like this, the more I’d want to continue to be with him like this. I could fall for him for sure.
But this wasn’t a relationship that would last. It was a dream trip. An out of my regular life experience. I couldn’t expect to have this when we arrived home. And while a part of me thought I should guard myself from the disappointment that would come when our lives went back to normal, I couldn’t deny myself the untethered joy that came from letting loose. For the next few days, I’d be Mrs. Ryan Strong on my honeymoon trip through Europe.
We arrived in Amsterdam in the morning and were taken to Christian’s home along a canal. The home was opulent, filled with antiques, painted ceilings, and lovely views. We rested for a little bit, and then we were taken to a private boat cruise on the canal. On the boat, we had a picnic lunch with champagne. After we ate, I leaned against Ryan as our guide told us the history of the city. Yes, I was quite happy and content. I could totally get used to this. Not the travel, although that was nice. The man. I could get used to sitting in this man’s arms.
I pushed away the reminder that this wasn’t my real life. In a few days, I’d be back in San Diego making sure Ryan’s meetings were on time and his paperwork was organized. For now, I was a woman infatuated with a man floating along a canal in Amsterdam.
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