Page 25 of Embracing Us

Chapter eleven

Max

“Seven days,” I say, taking Linda’s face between my fingers. She stares up at me, sated and happy after our love making. Jackson is asleep in his cot at the foot of our bed. He is snoring softly; it makes my chest fill with pride as I listen to him. “Seven days until I make you my wife. I cannot wait to call you Mrs Gordon.” The early morning sunshine pours in the window and casts a shine across her face, reflecting off her eyes.

“And I can’t wait to be known as Mrs Gordon,” she replies, closing the gap between us and kissing me gently. I’m crouched down next to our bed already dressed to leave. My trip is unwelcome but necessary. One of us needs to return to London to collect the paperwork for our marriage, as well as some extra essentials for our extended stay in Spain. Not that we need much. Anything we don’t have can be bought as we need it.

“You’ll remember to collect the wedding rings,” I prompt, and she scowls at me.

“After three million reminders from you, yes I will remember to go and pick them up tomorrow at four.” Her mouth twists into a cheeky smile. “Or was it today at three? Do remind me again.”

“I still have time to spank that ass of yours,” I growl playfully, taking her lip between my teeth, nipping lightly. “It won’t take long to make it glow. Disobedience will not be tolerated.” She grins at me. “Remember this independent woman shit will need to stop when we’re married. You’ll be my little fuck doll to do with as I please.” She rolls her eyes, glances away then brings her focus back to me. She’s considering a smart-ass comeback; my cock hardens in anticipation. This is my favourite part of our relationship, the witty banter and sexualised conversations. There is never a dull moment or awkward silence. Together we work beautifully. Two parts of a single machine, greased with oil, that give and take with each other. We gel, completely.

“Look at you being all alpha-male. Are you going to beat your chest too?” she jibes. “Your suggested punishment isn’t a deterrent. I love those big hands of yours smacking my skin. Your words only make me wet and in need of some relief. I’ll see to myself once you leave.” I narrow my eyes. “Don’t worry, I have my vibrator. I’ll be fine. I’ll make sure I moan your name when I…”

My mouth seals hers as I pull back the duvet and climb on top of her. My knees, either side of her waist, pin her to the mattress. As I lean down and place my hands on the pillow each side of her head, I lower my nose to hers. The tips connect, causing her breathing to hitch. My cock hardens against her stomach through my jeans. “When you what, Beautiful?” I say, darkly. She keeps her focus on me, gazing into my eyes. “You’re going to use that fucking vibrator of yours to make you do what?”

“Come,” she mouths, then swipes her tongue across her bottom lip, a naughty smile appearing. She lifts her hips a fraction, squirming beneath me. “I have needs,” she explains, her chest rising and falling with each word. “And if you’re not here to satisfy them, then I’ll need to sort the issue out myself.”

“I’m still here,” I say, glancing at the clock on the bedside table. “And I have exactly ten minutes before I need to leave. You won’t be needing electronic assistance to satisfy your needs.” I roll off her, lie on my back and unzip my jeans, releasing my cock from its confines. “Now, get on top and ride me, hard. I want that pussy of yours to hold me in a vice and not let go till she’s milked me dry.”

Instantly, she pushes herself up, swings one leg over and lowers herself down, lining me up at her entrance. I slide in with ease, her warm slick walls sucking me in. When she has taken my full length, her hips rock tentatively to find her rhythm. My hands lie on her thighs, the tips of my fingers placing soft pressure on her skin. As she moves, her breasts bounce blissfully. The plump pink nipples I love to suck and tease elongate in arousal. She leans forward and places her hands on my chest, changing her position in search of more friction. Her thrusts become more violent each time she throws her head back. I lie there and enjoy the show. My future wife, naked and horny, riding my cock like it’s the last time she ever will.

With her eyes closed, I know she is lost in the moment, the sensation. Her pleasure only heightens mine. “Five minutes, Beautiful,” I tell her. She opens her eyes and glimpses down at me. “Time is ticking.” She responds by moving her hips faster, never taking her eyes from mine. The familiar sensation builds quickly. She tightens, clenching around me, triggering my peak. She continues to move as I empty myself within her, her grip on me constricting further. Then I feel it, her orgasm; it’s beautiful like it is every time we come together. A silent scream escapes her lips. Her face contorts in ecstasy as she vibrates above me. After, she looks down with her crazy curls framing aroused eyes. She is the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen, and she’s mine.

*

The flight back to London is relatively quiet, as tends to be the case. Most travellers are heading back to work after a week or two in the sunshine. As the plane taxis into its stand, I switch on my phone. One message blinks back at me.

Miss you already. I love you x

I smile idiotically to myself. How such a simple phrase can create incredible emotion within me still takes my breath away. The woman I love loves me back and has agreed to spend the rest of her life at my side. Most days, I have to pinch myself to know that the whole situation is real. For years, I wanted to find someone to settle down with. There were a few girls I thought might be the one, but hell, I’m so glad it turned out to be Linda. She is the yin to my yang. It’s true that when you know, you know.

My mind strays to Bex, the girl I was convinced should be mine. Her life was turned upside down when she fell pregnant from a one-night stand, not long after she told me I had no future with her last year. My gut tells me the married man she’s pined for is the baby’s father, but she’s never confirmed my suspicions. For all the situation isn’t ideal, her little boy has given her a focus within her chaotic life. My old friend seems to be on the right track, and so am I. An open mind is a necessity we all need in life, the ability to change direction when opportunities present themselves. My reward was Linda.

The plane comes to a stop. Most passengers jump to their feet and begin to scramble into the corridor. They wrestle around each other, reaching up, opening the overhead lockers and pulling their cases down. I sit in my seat at the window, looking out at the ground staff preparing the aeroplane for its next flight. Once the doors open, I let everyone scurry off then rise to collect my own bag. Relaxed, I stroll down the passageway, thanking the staff as I leave. I have no rush to be anywhere. A quick trip home to collect a few things, and tomorrow I will be on the return flight, back to where I should be, with my family.

The little two-up, two-down house looks the same as when we left a few weeks ago. I slide my key into the lock, and it clicks open. After dumping my bag at the foot of the stairs, I make my way to our bedroom and begin to pull the items Linda asked me to bring from the wardrobe. Lost in my task, I don’t hear Marina arrive. When I turn around, she is standing in the doorway wearing a skin-tight black dress. The neckline is low, exposing the majority of her breasts. She lifts one high-heeled foot, bending it at the knee then cocks her head to one side.

“I hear congratulations are in order,” she says, silkily. “You’re making it official.”

“We are. Thanks.” I return my focus to the drawer I’m rummaging in. She wasn’t meant to be here. As far as I was aware, she’s been staying in my apartment since we left. It’s nearer to her friends.

“When’s the big day?” she asks.

“Next week.”

“Oh, that’s fast.”

“We have our reasons,” I mutter.

“Is my mother worried you’ll get cold feet? Does she want to pin you down before you see sense?” Her words slur as she speaks. I ignore the nasty comments, not looking at her. “You really have surprised me, you know.” I pause and turn to face her.

“How?”

“Still being here,” she says with a shrug. “I did think you would be bored by now and have moved on. You’re quite honourable, I suppose. Making your bed and lying in it.” She steps forward into the room, wobbling a little from foot to foot, then drops down to sit on the bed. Her knees part. She places her hands behind her and leans back.

“What are you doing, Marina?” I ask, taken aback by her actions.

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