Page 35 of Hotwife

Desmond wrapped a powerful arm around me, pulled me back, flush to his muscular chest. Pointing, he smiled in my ear. “Looks like they added to their pod this year.”

“A baby!?” I laughed, noticing the small tail in the middle of two larger whales. They continued for what seemed like a lifetime and no time at all. Circling our kayak, peaking out their kind and mystical eyes to inspect us.

“You’re crying,” Desmond said, lips touching my earlobe. “Are you okay?”

Sniffling, I wiped my face. “This is the best gift anyone has ever given me. You have no idea how much this means… getting to see a pod up close like this.”

“I’ve wanted to bring you here from the moment I saw you at the aquarium.”

My lips found his, and he drew me close without hesitation. A hand wrapped in my hair while his scruffy face nibbled at my neck. “Lay back,” he ordered, and a thrill reverberated through me.

In a swift and sure movement, Des unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down along with my panties.

“Des,” I whimpered, not believing this was actually happening. “Here?”

Rising to his knees, two palms gently nudged my legs to open. The ocean breeze caressed my bare center, sending a shiver down my spine in anticipation. “Let me worship my Queen,” he smirked, lowering his face to my core.

A moan drifted from my throat at first contact of his tongue to my slit. Holding onto the sides of the raft, it swayed lightly from side to side. Intermittent hisses told me the orcas were still paying nearby.

Desmond groaned his pleasure, sending shocks through my sensitive skin. His mouth worked in slow, torturous movements. I ran my hands through his hair, bucking my hips up, willing him to give me more intensity. Responding like he’d been my lover for decades, he picked up the pace and buried his lips deeper. His tongue circled my bundle of nerves as I moaned.

“Please,” I begged. He withdrew for an agonizing moment. I felt his wet, scratchy face suck my inner thigh before plunging back into my aching middle. When his teeth lightly found my clit, I exploded.

My cries echoed across the waves and into the deepest part of the ocean. An offering of love to the sea. As my waves of pleasure slowed, I tugged at him to come up and he obeyed his queen, crawling up to give me a passionate kiss. My climax tasted like saltwater and honey on his lips. I wanted to drink him in forever.

Sprinkles of water touched my buzzing skin as something powerful resounded in the distance. Opening my eyes, the world was a shade darker than before.

“The rain came early,” Desmond said, voice gruff with sex. He helped me pull my pants up before dipping his paddle in the waves, alternating sides until we were quickly gliding towards the shore. Picking up my own paddle, I helped, but we were already flying towards land. We slammed into the sand just as the sky illuminated with a crack of lightning.

“Mac’s cabin is right up here,” Desmond grabbed my hand as we jogged up a dune onto a grassy flat. The cabin was small and quaint, like something from a postcard or a painting. Desmond pounded on the door, before turning the knob and letting us in out of the storm. No one was home. In fact, it didn’t look very lived in at all.

Des disappeared before returning with several towels. “Mac only stays here when he’s fishing. He must have taken off for the day. We’ll have to stay here until the storm passes.”

“How long will that be?” I asked, glancing out the window at the now angry ocean. I’d never experienced the sky going so dark so quickly. Then again, I hadn’t experienced many storms on the beach.

“No service,” Des mumbled, looking at his phone. “An hour. Or a day. Who knows?”

“A day!? Des, I can’t be gone for a day.”

“Why not?” he asked, sauntering into the kitchen and filling a kettle with water.

Rolling my eyes, my chest burned. “You know why.”

He grunted, pulling out two mugs. “Dr. Winslow, who loves you so much he lets other men have you? That’s who you’re rushing home to?”

“Des,” I threatened, warning lacing my tone. “Stop.”

“You know he’s not rushing home to you, too, right? He’s at work right now, Dorthea. He doesn’t give a shit. Yet you’re trying so damn hard to make this work with him when you two don’t fucking work.”

“You don’t know anything about my husband or our marriage, so I suggest you shut up. You’re starting to piss me off,” I shot back, sinking into a wooden chair by the window.

“I don’t know anything about Cedric,” he scoffed sarcastically to himself. “I know he’s lying to you.”

I felt like I’d been smacked. “How can you say that? My husband wouldn’t lie to me.” Though a tiny gnawing voice in my head wondered if he was right. Long nights away, gorgeous nurses on every floor… what if Cedric was lying to me. What if his lack of interest was due to another woman? My heart sank at the thought that I’d shoved far, far away the past year. It was hypocritical, being that I was sleeping with other men, but it was true all the same.

Peppermint scented steam radiated from the mug placed in front of me with a clang. Desmond strode across the room to look out the window, muttering as he went. “You’ll always be second place, Dorthea. And you deserve more than that.”

“You’re just jealous,” I replied, but the venom in my voice had dissipated.

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