A North Carolina Autumn - Chapter 55: Chapter 55

After our walk, Rylie grabs some towels from the bathroom while I wait with the puppies on the rug in front of the door. "Do we have any towels that aren't white?" Rye calls from the bathroom.
"Yes, in the linen closet on the third shelf. The older ones are on the right." I answer with a chuckle.
"So when you said you organized things the other day, you really organized things, huh?" Rylie says as she comes back into the kitchen, a few towels in her arms.
"Yes," I laugh. "I've been on a roll. All I have left is the kitchen."
"I am constantly amazed at your energy and motivation to get things done." Rylie smiles, quickly kissing my cheek. She drops to her knees, spreading one of the towels across the floor before grabbing Harvey. "Time to dry your feet!" She says in an excited voice, laughing when Harvey's tail wags wildly.
"I think he'll get excited about anything, as long as you use that voice." I laugh as I grab one of the towels and kneel across from Rylie, setting Sammy on the towel.
It doesn't take too long to dry their feet and legs, and once I'm done, I pour them both some food before taking the used towels to the washer.
When I get back into the kitchen, Rylie is in the living room doing... something. "What are you doing?" I laugh, watching as she stacks couch cushions and some pillows on the floor.
"Well, I wasn't sure how we were going to wrap presents without giving away what we got each other. So I built a wall!" Rylie says proudly, and I raise an eyebrow. "Don't give me that look." She giggles. "Fine, not a wall. A small barrier to keep me from peeking at what you got me!" She rephrases with a grin.
"That's my innovative girl." I laugh as I slip my hands to her waist. "You're probably really good at building forts too, huh?"
"I mean..." Rylie shrugs, trying to sound humble.
"So yes." I answer for her, laughing.
"Yeah. There was one summer where the triplets and I built a fort every single day, with a new design each day. Even Spencer joined in a couple of times. We each kept a single blanket and pillow on our beds for sleeping, and the rest were designated as fort only material. My mom was gone a lot that summer, so my dad let us use most of their blankets and pillows, too. He even took us to a thrift store one day and et us pick out $50 worth of blankets and other fort building things. I remember how excited the boys were that day. $50 is a lot for a thrift store, so you can imagine the amount of stuff we got."
"Did you at least wash everything?" I ask with a giggle, thoroughly entertained by Rylie's story.
"Of course we did!" Rylie laughs. "I can't stand using other people's blankets or clothes unless they're freshly washed. Twice. You are the only exception." She adds with a smile. "I like wearing anything of yours that smells like you. I would burrow inside of your skin if I could. That's how much I like you."
I laugh as I brush a lock of hair behind her ear. "That makes me really happy, Ry. That's exactly how I feel about your clothes and skin, too!" I tease.
Rylie giggles and kisses me softly. "We should build an insane fort one day so we can watch movies and make out."
"I am so incredibly down." I reply instantly. "A hot make out session in a fort with you? God, I need that."
"And suddenly, I no longer want to wrap presents, I just want that." Rylie groans, making me laugh.
"Well, the good news is we have plenty of time over the break to do just that."
"I can't wait." Rylie grins before pulling reluctantly away. We each grab our laundry baskets of presents covered with a towel and bring them into the living room to being wrapping. It had taken a lot of self control not to peek into Rylie's basket this last week, especially the days that she had work or school.
Rylie hands me a roll of wrapping paper, a pair of scissors and some tape before sitting on her side of the cushion tower. I grab the remote to press play on Treasure planet and pull my basket towards me. I'm really excited about the things I'd gotten Rylie, but I'm nervous she won't love them. I'm probably worrying for nothing.
I start with the two new pairs of scrubs I'd gotten for her, rolling them up to make them easier to wrap. I can't wait to see her wear them, I'd chosen these ones specifically because I knew they'd look amazing on her. Same with the flannel I'd gotten her, and don't even get me started on the lingerie. I've been tempted far too many times to give it to her early simply to see her in it already. I'm more than a little impatient when it comes to that.
Next, I wrap the books I'd gotten, each one individually so that she didn't open them all at once. I wrap a few more small things before getting to one of my favorites. Saving up for this one had taken a few months, but it would be worth it. Even though I got it for Rylie, I'm looking forward to using it too.
The box for the virtual reality headset isn't exactly small, so I slide it carefully out of the laundry basket to ensure it doesn't cross Rylie's line of sight. I take my time wrapping the box, making it as perfect as possible just for fun.
I already have a list of several games we can get on the VR, but the one I'm most excited for is Beatsaber. I played it a few times with my cousins the last time we all got together since Jensen has a VR. It's safe to say both Rylie and I enjoyed that specific game the most.
"Are you almost done?" Rylie asks from her side of the cushions.
"Yep!" I reply as I stick the last piece of tape on. "All done."
"Perfect," Rylie grins. "Now we can wrap the puppy stuff! I was thinking we could decorate a box really cute and put the puppy in it for your mom."
"I like that idea." I smile. "What are we gonna do with Sammy in the meantime, though? It might spoil the surprise if she sees Sammy and Harvey and a bunch of new puppy stuff..." I trail off, wondering if I'm even making sense.
"That's a good point..." Rylie nods, drawing her eyebrows together in concentration. "Maybe we just stick Sammy and the other puppy in the box together, have your mom open it, and then quickly reassure her that only one of the puppies is hers."
I can't help but giggle at the image of my mom, wide eyed and speechless, wondering what she's going to do with two puppies. "Reassuring her quickly is a good idea." I agree with a grin. "You're so smart." I add as I take place the cushions between us back on the couch before leaning over to kiss Rylie.
"Mmm... I love words of affirmation when they come from you." Rylie murmurs as her eyes flutter closed.
"I have so many." I whisper a moment before she closes the distance between us. I can feel her smile beneath my lips as my hand cups her cheek, bringing her closer to me. She climbs onto my lap, wrapping her legs around my waist as I move my hands to her thighs.
Rylie surprises me by slipping her hand beneath my sweats, earning a moan as her warm fingers touch the ache that is just beginning between my legs. "Fuck, Ry..." I gasp, dropping my head back as she moves. "Don't stop. Please."
"I'm half tempted to tease you just to hear you say please again." Rylie murmurs, her breath warm against my ear.
"I don't know if I can handle teasing. I need you, Ry." I meet her eyes, certain that mine hold the same burning desire that I see in hers.
"I know, baby." Rylie purrs before pressing her lips to my neck. "I want to give you what you want. I want to hear how much you like the way I touch you."
"Trust me, you'll hear how much I like it." I say, failing to keep my voice steady. Rylie smirks before slipping her other hand under my shirt, running her fingers along my stomach. I shiver at the touch, barely managing to contain yet another moan.
of me briefly considers taking over, but what Rylie is doing feels too good. "Right there," I moan, grabbing Rylie's wrist. She keeps her movements steady, her eyes locked on me as I near my climax.
I keep my eyes on hers as long as I can, but as the pleasure intensifies, it becomes impossible. Rylie's name leaves my mouth as my head drops back once more, her fingers continuing their movements until my body calms.
"Fuck," I say with a little giggle. "That felt really good."
Rylie grins as she pulls her hand away from me. I raise my eyebrows as she puts her fingers in her mouth, licking them clean. "You taste really good." She finally says, smirking.
Fuckkk.
Suddenly desperate to taste her, I gently but quickly push her down to the floor and lock my eyes with hers as I grab the hem of her shorts and pull them down. I do the same with her panties, keeping my eyes on hers as I gently pull her knees apart and place myself between them. I slip my fingers between her legs first, smirking when I feel how wet she is.
Rylie gasps as I slide two fingers inside, her gasp turning into a moan when my tongue presses against her. "You taste so good, Ry." I murmur against her swollen center.
This only earns me another moan. "Fuck, Aspen. Say that again. Please, baby." She adds when I raise an eyebrow.
"You taste so fucking good." I say again, satisfaction flowing through me as I watch her react. Her fingers tangle in my hair as her hips move against me, and I quicken my movements, knowing she's close.
Rylie reaches for my free hand, lacing our fingers together as her legs tighten around me. She pulses around my fingers as she comes, her moans filling the room.
"God, Aspen." She whispers as she comes back down. "You always make me feel so good."
"Look who's talking!" I giggle. "You made me come in under three minutes."
Rylie grins as she moves to the couch, pulling me into her arms. "My goal is to get you there in under a minute."
"You'll reach that goal very quickly at this rate." I laugh.
"Mmm, I might need more practice." Rylie smirks before pushing me down onto the couch and straddling me. "How does that sound, my love?"
I swallow hard as I grab the hem of her t-shirt, her only remaining article of clothing. I already knew she didn't have a bra on, my roaming hands had discovered that earlier.
"Wrap the rest of the gifts later so you can keep touching me?" I tease. "That sounds perfect."
This is all the motivation Rylie needs before her lips are back on mine and her hands are back between my legs where I crave her touch most.