Page 126 of The Wrong Husband
She instantly obliges by tightening her hold on me. She pulls back until I’m balanced at the rim of her mouth. Then angles her head so I slip down her tongue. She bites down gently so her teeth graze the delicate skin of my shaft. The tension at the base of my belly roars into something primal. I feel myself grow harder, thicker, pushing against the column of her throat. Her chest rises and falls, and a quiver runs up her body. Drool drips from the corners of her mouth.
She looks elemental, and naked, and so fucking sexy. When she swallows around my shaft, my entire body turns into one long, needy gasp. I can’t hold back. I hoped to tease her a little, taunt her with the feel of my cock thrusting into her mouth, an imitation of how it feels to have me plunge into her wet pussy.
I hoped to arouse her, take her to the edge of wanting, and drive her need sky-high, but really, it’s me who’s feeling the effect of drawing out the agony of anticipation. It’s short-circuited my brain cells, turned my heart to glass, and my groininto a titanium shield which feels too heavy for the rest of my body.
I manage to hold onto my control for a few seconds more. That’s until a wicked gleam enters her eyes. She reaches down to cradle my balls and massages gently. A thick, broken sound emerges from my throat. An audible snapping sensation whips through my body. In a move so quick it feels like my arms blur, I reach down and, digging my fingers into her hair, I haul her up and toward me.
She opens her mouth. "What?—"
I lock my lips to hers, absorbing the sound, keeping my eyes open to take in the drugged look that seeps into her gaze when I deepen the kiss. I angle my head, sliding my tongue over hers, tasting myself on her sweet palate. And the combination of our tastes, the tiny whining sounds she makes, the way she quivers against my chest… She feels tiny and delicate, and yet, vibrates with so much desire, it feels like her body can’t contain it… All of it pumps up my blood pressure and floods my senses.
I slide my hands down to the fleshy globes of her arse cheeks. I squeeze, and a fully body shudder grips her. I position her over my cock, and just as I imagined, her slit is wet and juicy, and not just from the bath water. I tease her opening, and she moans into my mouth. She holds onto my shoulders and wriggles her tush so I slide in deeper. So hot. So moist. So fucking perfect and receptive.
My heart swells in my chest, as if unable to be contained by my rib cage. My pulse rate kicks up. The blood slams at my temples, my wrists, even in my fucking balls. Sweat breaks out on my forehead.
This is it. This intense connection where it feels like my heart beats in sync with hers, where holding her in my arms seems to fill the hole in my soul I didn’t realize I had, where being inside her feels…like I’ve come home.
This…is what I’ve been searching for. In every mission. In every race to a far-off country on an assignment.
Every time I slipped into another character’s skin. Each time I ran away from the emptiness in my life. I was searching for something… Someone.
Her.
She’s here. With me. I’m holding her. My life. My heart. My soul. My everything. I tighten my grasp on her and sense the instant reaction of her body when she squeezes her thighs around my waist and digs her nails deeper into my neck.
She opens her mouth, her hips, her body, and slides down my shaft until I’m lodged deep inside her. My favorite place. The only place where I feel both relaxed and turned on, at the same time. Which is a contradiction, but also a culmination of my entire life which has brought me to this juncture. This moment, when I’m looking into my wife’s beautiful eyes and watching them cloud with rapture, when I propel my hips up and thrust into her.
Her body jolts. Her spine arches. Her breasts seem to swell with erotic longing. I hold her in place, and my cock thickens inside her. Her snug pussy has me in a viselike hold. I angle my hips and work myself further inside of her. I brush up against that spot deep inside her. Instantly, her mouth falls open, and a low, keening sound emerges from her. I begin to fuck into her.
Every time I thrust up and into her, her entire body shudders. She bounces on me, her full tits jiggling in a way that feeds the burn in my lower belly, which in turn, pushes me to kick into higher gear. The next time I power into her, she cries out, throws her head back, and grabs hold of my forearms. She squeezes her knees into either side of my hips and slides down further on my cock, impaling herself.
A bead of sweat slides down the valley between her breasts. She’s glorious. The frantic pulse at the base of her throat, and therhythmic rise and fall of her chest tell me she’s close. I release my hold on her waist, only to rub on her clit. Her eyelids fly open, that hazel gaze now green with flashes of gold.
"Come with me," I command and slide my other hand between her arse cheeks. I play with the knot of flesh there, and she instantly orgasms. Her inner walls contract and milk my shaft. I feel the suction all the way up my spine.Goddamn.
My balls draw up. My cock lengthens. Another thrust into her, and I come, emptying myself inside her. I hold her as the aftermath rocks through her. As my body jolts with the pleasure of my orgasm. Goosebumps dot my skin. My scalp tingles with the intensity. Light flashes at the corners of my eyes as I fill her up with my cum. When she slumps in my arms, I hold her close. Tuck her damp hair behind her ears. Only then, do I remember. "I didn’t wear a condom."
"I’m on birth control," she murmurs into my chest. "You don’t need to wear a condom."
"We should have discussed it earlier—" I cradle her, savoring the feel of her curves against me. "I blame wanting to be inside your luscious body for having distracted me." I notch my knuckles under her chin and lift it. She raises her gaze. "Are you sure?"
Her lips smile. "After that orgasm? You bet, I am."
I chuckle and cradle her closer. "I’m just getting started."
"Oh?" She frowns.
I rise to my feet, carrying her with me, then step out of the tub. "First, I’m going to dry you. Then, I’m going to get you wet all over again—from the inside. Then, I’m going to fuck you again, then feed you, in that order. Is that okay with you?"
"I can’t remember the last time I was this relaxed." She places the tablet she borrowed from me aside and leans back with a sigh.
“Onlyyou’dspend the last hour working on the proposal to send to the Prime Minister and say you’re relaxed.” I chuckle.
“Listing out the reasons why the ER needs to be kept open was a labor of love. And I wanted to make sure you have it so you can send it off to the PM right away.”
I pick up the device, log into my email account and, attaching her proposal to my email, send it off with a note outlining why the PM needs to give his attention to this specific issue of keeping Archway Hospital’s ER open.
Then I lean back on the sun lounger.
