Page 122 of His to Bedevil

Her cheeks turn pink, and I don’t let her look away from me. “Well, I don’t want you seeing me like that. It’s embarrassing.”

I frown at her. “Irma, my love.” I easily pull her into my lap so that she’s now straddling me. Her delicate hands rest on my shoulders, and her face hovers right in front of mine. My arms wrap around her tiny waist, and I could wrap them twice around her. “You are my wife. You shouldn’t ever be embarrassed when it comes to me.”

“I’m not very big on crying,” she admits meekly, as if it’s something I don’t already know. “I cried a lot when I was first taken away from Mama.” I can picture now a very young little Irma crying, wondering why her mother wasn’t well enough to take care of her. I don’t pity Irma, I’m infuriated for her. I wish she wouldn’t have wanted to see her mother ever again, but I promised it would be her decision. “After a while, the pain became bearable, and I almost started to forget all about her. Until she showed up that day at my school when I was eleven. I locked myself in the school bathroom, where I crumpled to the floor and wept. I felt so pitiful when I finally peeled myself off of the bathroom floor. I promised myself from that day forward that no one was worthy of my tears. That crying was a weakness I couldn’t afford. And to this day, it still makes me feel weak.”

When she was in Colorado, she cried most nights there. To know now the extent of her aversion to crying, it makes me hate myself all over again for leaving her like that. And it selfishly reminds me of her love for me. “You are not weak,mi amor. You are the strongest person I know.”

She snorts and smiles. “You’re only saying that because you’re my husband,” she teases, and plays with the hair at the nape of my neck. Something else I’ve become addicted to. Almost dependent on.

“I would never lie to you, my beautiful Irma.” Unless it was to protect her. I would do anything to protect her, including lying to her if I had to.

She stares at me with stars in her eyes. “I wish there were something I could do for you to show you how much I appreciate you and everything that you’ve done for me.”

“Well, there might be something you could do for me.”

She grins and leans back a little. “Oh, yeah? And what’s that?” she muses.

My wife has some dirty thoughts running through her head right now, I’m sure. “Instead of getting a new IUD, you can just have it removed altogether.”

The amusement on her face drops just slightly. “Alejo,mi esposo, are you saying that you want to have a baby?”

Now I feel like I’m the one blushing here. “I am.” I try to keep my bravado. She stares at me silently in contemplation, then gives a disapproving shake of her head. “What?”

“Usually when my husband wants something, he just takes it,” she accuses with a little smirk, and I don’t give her a response. “You were never going to have the doctor give me a new IUD, were you?” The amusement grows in her voice. “You were going to impregnate me against my will, weren’t you?” I still stare at her silently, letting her come to her own conclusions. “Well.” She closes the small distance between us, and her lips hover just above mine. “I’m sorry to spoil your fun, but I amverywilling.”

Did I just hear her right?My arms tighten around her body like a snake. “You are?” I try to sound casual.

She bites her bottom lip and smiles. “I would love to give you a child.”

I nip at her mouth playfully, making her giggle. “Then why wait? We can start practicing right now.”

“So, that’s why we got the limo.” She gives me a knowing look because yes, that is why I got the limo. I wanted us to have our privacy.

Kissing her, I begin to slide her long dress up her thighs, and my hands grip the silky-smooth skin of her ass. My fingers dig into it as she starts to grind herself on top of me. The kiss becomes frantic, and I hook my finger into the waistband of her thong. She grabs my wrist to stop me from ripping them off of her. “Don’t you dare rip these, Alejo. I’m not going to go see my mother for the first time in years with no panties on and your cum dripping down my thighs,” she scolds against my lips, and her words only make me want to rip her panties off of her more.

I grin. “I’m pretty sure you just reminded me that I’m a man who takes whatever he wants.” I yank the material with one hard jerk, and it snaps right in half.

She growls and grinds against me again. “You are so infuriating.” Then she grins before she starts kissing me. “And I love you.”

I chuckle into her mouth. “Not as selfishly as I love you.”

We both simultaneously reach down for my jeans, because Irma begged me not to wear a suit today.You’re too uptight when you wear your suits. It’s like it keeps you in business mode when you have it on. So, today I’m wearing jeans and a T-shirt of her choosing.

Once we have my cock released from my jeans, she rubs herself up and down it, slicking it up with her own juices. Sometimes she makes me feel like a horny teenager, trying not to blow my load too soon. She’s so sexy and too beautiful to look at sometimes.

Her dainty fingers wrap around my length, and she lines it up with herself. Keeping her eyes locked on mine, she slowly lowers herself down on it. She gasps like she always does with the first thrust, and then she begins to move. Not needing to assist at all, one of my hands cups her face as I kiss her, and the other squeezes one of her breasts. I’m tempted to pause for a moment so I can strip her of the rest of her clothes, but there’s no stopping us right now. Not even an earthquake could stop us. When we get lost in each other, the whole world stops spinning for us.

I’m now almost thirty-five years old, and I cannot believe this is my life. I never knew life could be this good, this fulfilling. That I could love like this and make love like this. That it was a tiny little woman that could bring me to my knees and at the same time make me feel like I could take on the world. She could easily set me on fire or freeze my soul. She is my everything, and she’s about to give me everything.

My Irma. My love. My life.

Irma

For the rest of the drive to Mama’s place in Malibu, I’m sitting next to Alejo with my fingers laced with his resting on top of his thigh and a huge wad of tissues under my dress. He keeps giving me little smug side glances because he’s obviously too proud of himself.

“How much longer, do you think?”

He glances down at his watch. “We should be there in about ten minutes.”

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