Chapter 111

Rachel POV

Wright House

"Let's get cleaned up."

Tyler moved away from me reluctantly, as if he didn't want to be separated from me even for the brief time it would take to walk around the bed. I sat up, taking a moment to let the dizziness pass as my blood moved back into normal circulation.

Sitting on the wet patch we'd left on the bed, I grinned, "I think I do want to get cleaned up. We may want to sleep in the guest room, too. Unless you feel like helping me change the sheets?"

"How about we talk it over after we clean up? Hhm? If you still feel up to changing the sheets, I'll help you change the sheets. If you don't---we'll see what you do feel up to doing. Deal?"

I couldn't imagine Tyler Wright changing sheets.

There was nothing about my hard, masculine mate which reminded me of such a domestic act; I had never seen him do so much as clean his dirty dishes off the table before.

"Deal," I agreed.

I would have agreed to anything after the pleasure he had given me.

Following him into the bathroom, I enjoyed watching the muscles in his back bunch and flex and his tight ass was a temptation I could barely resist touching. It really wasn't fair how perfectly sculpted his body was---even for an Alpha, Tyler had an amazing body.

"You should be sculpted in marble. Your body is way better than that David guy Michelangelo worshipped."

Tyler laughed out loud, a big booming bark of a laugh I'd never heard from him before. He kept chuckling as he changed the settings on the smart shower to have the rainmaker head begin to pour down for us.

We had a walk-in shower unit with two heads though we'd never really put it to use together in the past. The distance between us from our rough beginning expanding into our bedroom play both in and out of the bedroom.

"Thank you? I think. I don't think I'd want to be an artist's muse though. I'm pretty sure it would be hard to keep people in line at the company if they could go look at me naked any time they walked by the garden."

"Who says I'd put the statue in the garden?"

Tyler spun me around, kissing me quickly as he pushed me into the warm spray of water, "Don't they always put those statues in gardens?"

"I wouldn't. I would be too jealous. I'd put in our bedroom where I could look at you any time I wanted when you were away from me."

"I never want to be away from you again. Why are you already thinking about sending me away? Where do you think I'm going to go?"

Tyler seemed cheerful, happy and carefree in a way I'd never seen him. Ever.

I was hesitant to answer, but he started to clean my body with a soapy sponge and I melted under his ministrations.

"You travel for work. I don't mind. I'll have to travel for my music, too. We can't live our lives in each other's pockets. I know that. I just know I'll miss you every time we are apart. Every single time."

Tyler moved the sponge down my breasts, circling each nipple before moving down to soap between my legs. He cleaned me as if he were polishing something precious to him, something delicate and tender. I felt as if he were treating me with the same gentility he'd use on a figurine made of spun glass.

I raised my arms and washed my hair myself while he soaped his own body down. We focused on bathing, just bathing, for a while in companionable silence inside the big shower; I wanted to make this part of our every day routine. I never wanted to shower alone again if I could help it.

"What are you thinking about? You look so serious over there," Tyler teased.

Turning to face him, I leaned against the wall of the shower on my side while I watched the soap being rinsed away from his body by the hot rain pouring down on us.

"It doesn't matter," I mumbled, moving to my knees in a sudden burst of inspiration.

Tyler looked confused, stooping to join me until I raised my hands to his shoulders to push at him to stand back up.

"No, no. Stand up for me. This? This time I want to do something just for you."

My face was flushed with a hot blush -I didn't have as much experience pleasing him with my mouth as I'd wanted to have- but I hoped Tyler would think it was from the hot water rather than shyness.

I was a mated woman for the Moon Goddess's sake. I shouldn't be blushing about giving my husband a blowjob.

Wrapping my hand around as much of his shaft as I could, I eased back his foreskin to expose the deep red head of his cock. The tiny slit fascinated me up close and I leaned forward to touch the tip of my tongue to it, unsure if I'd be able to taste anything or not with the water running down over us.

Tyler let out a grown before moving his legs further apart, bracing himself with his hands so he wouldn't fall or maybe so he wouldn't reach for my head to take the control away from me.

"Just let me love you," I said, looking up at him to make sure he saw my eyes were wide open for him, only for him, always for him as I took him into my mouth.

Sucking lightly, I enjoyed the way his muscular thighs seemed to give a shake every now and again. Was that his body's version of a shiver? Could I bring this powerful man the kind of pleasure he brought me?

I sucked as much as I could into my mouth, gagged slightly as I overestimated how far down I could go before choking.

Pulling back, I licked my lips to get them wet and pliable again. I went back to working him over with my mouth with one hand around the base of his cock where I knew I couldn't hope to take him inside orally.

I'd read a book where the woman did tricks with her tongue, circling the head and drawing a figure 8 around the slit. I decided I'd try that which resulted in a splash of salt on my tongue.

I noticed Tyler was actually shaking when I cupped his heavy balls with my free hand. I squeezed very, very gently, unused to being allowed to touch this part of him. He made a choking sound and I knew I wanted him to lose his composure completely.

He'd brought me so much pleasure. I only wanted to give a little back.

Rolling his balls in my hand, I sucked at him until I couldn't go any further down and then I focused on teasing only the head of his cock where it was stripped bare. I held his foreskin back with one hand as I licked and sucked and I tried to make sure to keep my teeth fully covered.

I was so focused on bringing him pleasure, I didn't even feel him pulling at my hair until my scalp blazed with a sharp pain and I pulled off.

"What?" I asked, breathless, feeling as if I were drowning in the downpour of the double shower.

"You need to stop now. I'm too close. I'm going to come and you don't want that to happen in your mouth."

"I don't?" I challenged, leaning in to trace my tongue all the way around the head of his shaft again then probing the slit with short licks and stabs to try to taste every drop of his essence.

Tyler released my hair and looked at me with a kind of awe I knew I would never forget.

I took him as far into my mouth as I could and remembered how my books had said sometimes it helped if you swallowed around their cock.

Swallowing dragged him deeper than ever into my mouth and he shouted as he came in spurts which tasted like the ocean.

We were both out of breath as I got up from the floor of the shower with Tyler's help. We shared a few chuckles as we both shook slightly while rinsing off one more time before leaving the shower.

Tyler dried himself off before moving to help me dry myself.

We couldn't seem to stop touching each other. I just kept kissing him and he kept smoothing his hand down every part of me he could reach.

Going into the bedroom, we both dressed in one of his shirts and replaced our underwear. I went without my bra, knowing no one would be coming inside.

"Hungry?" Tyler asked.

"Starving," I agreed.

I never wanted this day to end.