Page 61 of A Temporary Forever

I wish I knew how to transfer that obligation to the two women sleeping upstairs.

Putting my glass down, I make my way up and stop on the last step, catching a glimpse of green silk.

Celeste is standing in front of Mia’s room. I approach carefully to find the door is slightly ajar, Mia sleeping peacefully.

My wife came to check on my daughter. Given our real circumstances, the scene is outlandish. And yet a warm feeling spreads across my chest.

Celeste slowly closes the door and turns to leave when she collides with me and yelps. I cover her mouth, and we stare at each other for several beats before I’m sure she won’t scream.

She fits so well against me that my cock salutes, having a mind of its own. She’s not wearing makeup and it makes her eyes shine brighter, the emerald in them glimmering.

The hallway is dim, the city lights coming through the large windows above the glass banister overlooking the living room. But even cast in the shadows, her beauty is somehow more obvious, the lack of makeup giving her an air of innocence.

I crash my lips against hers, and she tenses at first, but then grants me access and joins in the wild dance of our tongues. The woman is an excellent kisser.

Kissing has always been a required part of foreplay for me, but I can stand here and kiss Celeste Delacroix for hours and thoroughly enjoy myself. Enjoy us.

The thought hits an emergency button in my head, and I pull away. Celeste is flushed and breathless, staring at me with enough heat to set us on fire.

Before I can apply any form of logic, she cups my dick and hums. Like a man possessed, I drag her to the door of her room, then halt. I might be ready to explode, but I’m not crossing that threshold.

I pin her against the wall, jerking my hips against her. I cup her throat, angling her to me. Her breath hitches, her heartbeat pumping against my palm.

“Okay, black swan, you won this round.” I drag my nose across her cheek, inhaling the aphrodisiac this woman is.

Yanking the sash of her glimmering robe, I find her wearing that flimsy camisole from earlier. Only she shed the rest of the outfit, no longer wearing the garters and stocking. And no bra.

I groan, cupping her heavy breasts. Fuck, she is perfect.

“What did I win?” She pants the whispered words.

“I’m the one getting on my knees this time.” I pinch her nipple through the camisole and kneel.

I smirk when her eyes widen. “Caleb, let’s go to myroom,” she hisses, pulling the sides of her robe together in some unreasonable quest for modesty. “We could wake up Mia.”

“You just have to be quiet, black swan.”

She almost falls as I lift her leg over my shoulder. My actions might be unhinged and reckless, but the minute her nails graze my skull as she fists my hair for support, I forget where we are.

Because if I thought no bra had turned me into a caveman, the encounter with her naked pussy just undoes me. No panties.

Flattening my tongue, I have a first taste of my wife.My wife. Fuck.

She moans. Not too loud, but in the silence of the apartment, the breathy sound booms. I lean back on my haunches.

“You taste like the garden of Eden. I need more, so be a good girl and keep quiet, or I’ll have to gag you.”

“Or we can just go to my—”

Her words die on her lips as I dive back in, teasing and playing with her sensitive bud before I sink two digits into her heat.

Fuck, I could feast on her forever and die a happy man. The thought shakes me, and I almost recoil, but her whimper draws me in.

Never have I given pleasure with such dedication.Never have I felt so much satisfaction from a woman’s reactions.

It might be because she resisted for so long. Or because I persisted in teasing her when we were forced to share space. Or just the prolonged anticipation.

But simply having her like this feels like the endgame. My dick hardens in protest, reminding me this is just foreplay.

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