Page 27 of Coronation
“Out with it,” I tease as I pull back to look at her. “Do you think I don’t know when you want something from me?”
Zelda rolls her eyes, a warm flush lifting on her cheeks. “I can’t just come see you? Purely for the joy of your company?”
If she were anyone else in the world, I would say no. This woman is my wife, though, and not in the cold, political way I once believed inevitable for myself. God, no. She is my best friend, the most important person in my life, and there isn’t a sliver of doubt in my mind that I fill that same role for her.
Fighting a laugh, I kiss her cheek. “You do that. Quite often. That isn’t why you’re here now, though.”
With a reluctant sigh, Zelda’s teeth find her bottom lip, and there’s a hint of worry in her gaze as she finally admits what brought her here. “I’m ovulating.” Positioned as we are, there’s no way she misses the effect those two little words have on me. Even so, she continues in a rush, eyes wide. “I know we said we’d wait a little bit, and that’s still totally fine! I just…” Her words fall away with a nervous little laugh, and she searches my expression.
My hold on her hip tightens. “But you don’t want to wait?”
The briefest pause, then Zelda shakes her head. She still looks apprehensive, but there’s no need for it. Damn me, I’ve never been able to deny this woman anything, and I don’t want to. Certainly not now, when she’s come to me with hope and worry in her eyes, asking me to give her a baby.
“We haven’t been married for long.” She hurries to assure me, “I don’t want you to feel pressured, or like this is some kind of deal breaker for me. If you want to wait, we’ll wait.”
I love her.
I love her so much.
Leaning in close, I skim my lips over the shell of her ear, and my cock leaps at the sharp intake of air which comes from my stunning, young wife. “If you want an answer, all you need to do is ask, darling.” Zelda trembles, her breathing uneven, and I would bet my entire fortune that if I were to press my hand between her legs right now, she would be soaking wet.
“Ben,” she whispers brokenly, as, unable to resist, I ease her creamy thighs apart to test the theory. I find her just as I expected: soaked.
Having this woman in my lap, squirming, horny, and eager, is quite possibly the biggest turn-on I’ve ever known. “Ask,” I tell her again as I begin to circle her clit through the damp material of her panties.
Zelda rocks into my touch, her breathing growing uneven under my ministrations. “Will you get me pregnant?”
Fuck, I’ve never been this hard. Excitement is coming to life beneath my skin as my fingers move faster, circling that tight little bud. “You want me to fuck you raw, wife? You want me to fill you up?”
Through her panties, I feel her cunt growing wetter as her arms tighten around me, her head bobbing up and down. “Yes!”
Gritting my teeth, I give her clit a sharp pinch, making her squeal in surprise. “Sit on the edge of my desk and spread your legs.”
Zelda is almost shaking as she hastens to do what I say, wriggling out of her satin panties and hopping up onto my fine wood desk, her bottom inches from the paperwork I spent the better part of the morning on. I couldn’t give less of a damn. Especially when those legs part, showing me the pink, glistening cunt I’m about to fuck my cum into.
“Are you sure?” I ask roughly as I lower my zipper, reaching into my briefs to fist the base of my shaft. Already, my tip is slickwith precum, evidence of how deeply this is affecting me. She has no way of knowing how long I’ve wanted this, or how much it means to me that she wants it, too.
My wife’s hands find my face, guiding my lips to meet hers in a kiss full of unspoken meaning. “Yes,” she breathes as we break apart, reaching between us to take my cock in hand, guiding me forward. “Please, Ben.”
She doesn’t need to ask again. I press forward, filling her, and my eyes squeeze shut, pleasure coursing up my spine as I attempt to get my raging lust under control.
When I open them again, however, I’m not in the same place.
Zelda is not perched on the desk in my study with her legs spread wide, my ring glinting on her finger as she begs me to get her pregnant.
She isn’t my wife.
It felt… It feltreal. I stare at the ceiling, struggling to orient myself in reality as the dream fades, becoming less substantial the longer I’m awake. Zelda’s warm body is draped over mine, her face nestled in the crook of my neck, with one hand resting on my bare chest, directly over my heart. We’re both naked.
There’s a noise, and with my mind still caught between sleeping and waking, it takes me a moment to recognize it as my phone vibrating on the wood table beside the bed.
I squeeze my eyes shut, gathering Zelda closer and willing the wretched thing to stop. It’s early, judging by the blueish light coming in through the lace curtains, and as the vibrating noise finally stops, I know I’ll be back to sleep in seconds.
Or I would if it didn’t start up again almost instantly.
My eyes snap open, irritation bleeding into my exhaustion as Zelda sighs, her thigh inching further up mine. There is, quite literally, nothing on the planet that interests me even a fraction as much as staying naked in bed with her. Unfortunately,it doesn’t seem likely that the person calling will quit if I don’t answer it this time. There’s also the strong likelihood that, when they’re unable to get ahold of me, someone will be dispatched to ensure I’m still breathing.
That possibility has me gritting my teeth as I carefully shift to the side, easing Zelda back onto the mattress. She lets out a sleepy moan, a line appearing between her eyebrows, which relaxes in the seconds I lay there, staring at her. Even now, after I’ve spent two straight days in her presence, I still can’t quite believe that anyone as beautiful as Zelda Flowers exists.
