Page 35 of Never Say Yes To Your Fake Husband

I wish I had words for that. I don’t. But I can kiss her. With the wonder of kissing her, I can show her how it makes me feel. Honestly, I didn’t think anything in the world would ever approach that feeling, and then I met the woman I’ve technically been married to for the past four years. I finally met my wife, and kissing her makes me feel that way. Kissing my way back down her breasts, over her belly, and lower. That makes me feel the heart-speeding breathless wonder.

Her hands come down on mine when I kiss nearly to her panties. I think she’s going to stop me, but she helps me peel them off instead. “Teamwork makes the dream work,” she whispers.

I think it would be undignified to let out a bellow of laughter at this moment, so I do what she did earlier when she was trying not to laugh. I snort-laugh.

Except, when I realize Weland is completely naked from the waist down, I can’t make any noise. I settle myself between her legs and then position them over my shoulders. I think this is what gives my life meaning. Being here with a woman I could treasure if I let myself. She’d let me. I already know she would. If we were a fit, that is. Not just physically but in other ways. I’m not kidding myself that just because we’ve been able to make the past few days work, it means we could make the next however many years of a future together work, but small steps. I’m not saying they won’t work either. How would I know what it takes? I’ve never had someone there to rely on. I’ve never let myself trust, not even when it comes to family. I’ve never had someone in my corner other than Smitty and the people at the label who have my back, but I pay Smitty, and the other relationships are also working ones.

Weland opens her legs for me, and she’s totally naked. It’s pitch black in here except for a few small glints of light coming in through the blinds, but it’s enough to outline her in a faint glow. Perfection. She’s an angel crash-landed from the heavens, and here I am, overthinking things.

It doesn’t take much for me to turn my brain off, at least right now. That’s actually a talent I haven’t been able to master—turning things off when I want to. My brain is usually always going, going, going. But not right now. Right now, there’s just Weland in front of me, glistening wet and ready. She smells absolutely divine. I know it’s incredibly cheesy to say that my mouth waters in anticipation of tasting her, but that’s exactly what happens. I’m kneeling on the bed, which keeps my cock from drilling a hole through both my jeans and the mattress. I don’t need to take Weland’s bed out too. Sacrificing my pants is more than enough.

I inch closer, pressing a kiss to the crease of her silky thighs. Her legs tremble and open just a little bit wider, and I inhale the wondrous scent that is all her.

I don’t know why I freeze up, but I just do. Maybe because I’m having a hard time believing this is happening, and it’s happening to me. It’s a good thing, and good things in my life are generally very short-lived. I don’t want this to go the same way. I want this to last. Oh, look, my brain just turned itself back on again, and it’s whirring so darn fast that the rest of me can’t keep up, which is probably why I feel paralyzed here.

There’s a momentary pause, but Weland doesn’t get offended that I’ve stopped. She doesn’t ask me what’s wrong with her pussy or if there’s an issue with my tongue being broken.

Instead, she inhales.

And then she sings.

She sings, and it’s sweeter than angels, sweeter than tacos or the deliciously guilty late night deep fried chicken run I treat myself to every once in a…well, not often enough. She’s sweeter than anything I’ve ever heard. I’m sure it’s her song she’s treating me to, one that she wrote. It takes me right back to the first time I ever heard her sing. Right back to that video on the internet that had me so amazed, I would have asked her to marry me right then and there even if I didn’t need a wife.

I’m kidding. I think.

As I wait for her to finish, I stroke my hands up and down her thighs. It might be the weirdest thing anyone else has ever done, and seriously, I really hope my cousins don’t have night vision goggles and a wiretap going on, but I think the beefy security dude Smitty hired will take care of that right quick and clear them out if they did.

Soon, Weland finishes, her voice tapering off. Silence filters through the room for just the briefest heartbeat before I lean in and press a kiss straight to her clit.

Her hips instantly follow my mouth up and then press back down when I kiss her again. I follow it up with a lick, and her hips go wild. Her belly trembles, and she thrashes her head on the pillow, moaning. “Don’t stop. For the love of cheesy meatballs, don’t stop.”

I want to obey, so I don’t. I kiss her, lick her, and tease her with my fingers. She loves it. She lets me know exactly where she’s most sensitive, where she wants my tongue, and where she wants pressure or not so much pressure, more teasing or less. She doesn’t have to tell me with words because her body does it all for me. She’s soaking wet, her hips riding my touch. She’s so sensitive that it blows my mind. I don’t want her to come yet because I don’t want this to be over. I don’t want to stop giving her pleasure. I don’t want to stop discovering what she likes and giving it to her exactly the way she wants it.

I’ve been missing out on this for a lifetime.

I’ve been missing out on this for the past four years, and I didn’t even realize it.

I lick over her folds, teasing her entrance with my tongue. She gasps when I plunge it inside, and I probably gasp too. Because she’sdelicious. I know I shouldn’t, but I go back up and tease her clit into my mouth, suckling at it while she pants and arches off the bed, her hips bucking a little more frantically and wildly. I bring two fingers to her entrance and tease her there. I won’t plunge them in. I don’t want to take her all the way yet.

She lets go of my hair and grasps the sheets, curling claw-like fingers into them.

I can’t help it. I have to do it. I have to let her come because I want to experience it with her. I want to be the one taking her there. I want to see her body racked with pleasure. I want to hear her come apart. I want to feel it happening around me. I’m the one who can’t wait.

I slip two fingers inside her and suckle her clit hard. It takes a few seconds, but then her climax hits. She wheezes breathlessly and bites down on the sound as her walls clench around my fingers. I can feel her feet digging into the bed as her legs clench around my shoulders.

I lick at her gently, hyperaware of every single noise and movement she makes. She’s incredible. More than incredible. She’s the entire world right now. I don’t have words for what that feeling was like hearing a song that is going to change everything for that very first time, and I don’t have words for this either. I want to show her, but I’m ending up in the same wordless spot of amazement. Maybe this is where I was always meant to be.

She goes limp around me all of a sudden once the pleasure has passed. I kiss my way back up her belly, going in reverse mode until I meet her mouth. Then, I take my time there. The fact that she’s not shy about tasting herself makes my dick roar like an untamed beast but tamed he’s going to be, at least for tonight.

I can see how sleepy Weland is. She’s pulling me down and twisting me to the side. She wants to be held, and darn it, I’m going to give her everything she wants. If only because I darn well should after not being here for the past four years.

“That was the best non-show I’ve ever had the pleasure of being a part of,” she whispers.

Her eyes flutter shut, and her breathing evens out. She’s asleep before I can even pull the sheet over her.

I nestle down next to her. I’m only half holding her as she’s on my one arm. No doubt it will go numb in short order, but I refuse to mind. I close my eyes, but my body is still buzzing. There’s no couch tonight and no dog, but there is the warmest, loveliest woman in my arms. I can already sense tonight will be another one of those mostly sleepless nights.

Chapter eighteen

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