Page 45 of The Wife Deception
"Did I lie?"
He glowered at me. His jaw was ticking. Time passed as I held his stare, daring him to budge. Say something. But he didn't. Instead, he placed his tablet back on the nightstand, threw away the pillows, and grabbed me at the waist. I yelped as he drew me down onto the bed and he slid his body over me. He wore pajamas tonight, but that didn't make him less sexy. My own pajamas felt like a flimsy barrier to his body. His body over me radiated male energy that made my pulse race, drawing everything to sharp focus. He pinned my hands above my head. I struggled for release, but our bodies writhing against each other made us both hotter. The fire in his eyes made me pause.
"What's your problem?" his voice did not carry the anger I expected from the aggression he dealt with his body. There was a note of hunger. Of that same passion he spoke of on the boat. His lesson came back to mind. Lust. He had said he wanted to show me what lust was like.Why was that on my mind?
I raised my chin. "Maybe I should ask you that. You're the one who acted like an animal and slammed me down with your body."
"You have no idea how much of an animal I could be."
"What does that mean?"
"Lust."
So he wasn't the only one thinking about it. "What about it?"
"I never showed you what it's like. I think it's time for a lesson."
My eyebrows shot up just as his mouth landed on mine. Harsh and urgent. My lips surrendered to his and opened to let his tongue dance with mine. He was insistent and determined. His lips moved slowly one moment, then frantic and searching the next. My hands twisted in his grip, wishing to touch him. I moaned, wanting to tell him what I wanted to do to him, but words were meaningless under his spell. Nolan had a knack of turning my thoughts into mush whenever he kissed me, and this time, it was no different.
His lips trailed down to my neck and reached my chest, where he used his other hand to unbutton my silk pajama top. His nostrils flaring when he revealed my breasts. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of seeing these," he said, palming one breast. My toes curled, and I writhed beneath him as his fingers rubbed and twisted my nipple. "Are you always this responsive with other men, or is it just me?"
"Do you want to talk about other men right now?"
"You're right." His finger rolled over the nipple, slowly. Torturously. "It's silly to care."
"You're the only one who's ever made me feel like this."
He growled and clamped his mouth on my other nipple. Sparks shot from my breasts to every part of my body, driving me wild, helpless as he licked and sucked, rubbed and pinched until I was breathlessly moaning and then biting my lips, afraid my voice would carry. My back arched, my center rubbing against his.
I twisted my hands in his grip. "I want to touch you."
"No," he muttered as his hands slid down to my pajama pants. It was a struggle to remove them with one hand, but he persevered. Sighing in victory as my pants came off, before ripping my underwear, ignoring my yelp as he threw them to the pile of pillows. His hungry gaze caressing my body melted my insides and made me feel like the sexiest woman in the world.
Finally, he let go of my hands, grabbed my thighs and splay my legs wide open. My glistening pussy, an offer to him. I watched as his head dipped between my legs and dined on me as though he wanted nothing else than my pussy. The sensation was euphoric. My breath caught in my throat. I thought I was about to die, as I reached that peak and suddenly, he took his lips away. I was on the edge. A slight nudge and I will be coming, but it seems not yet.
"You taste amazing," he said as he came up to face me and placed a small kiss on my lips. A heady kiss when I tasted myself on him. When wecame up for air, there was a look in his eyes that I could not quite understand, and before I could think too much about it, I yelped again when he flipped me around on my stomach. He drew up my legs, so that I was on my knees while my entire chest was flat on the sheets.
He caressed my butt cheeks. His hand wandered down to my clit, playing with it and turning the already extremely sensitive nub close to being numb. He let go of me and a few moments later; I heard a foil paper getting ripped and a condom rolling onto a cock. Then his hands were on the sides of my butt again. He thrust his cock inside me with one smooth stroke, driving me into the sheets, my hard nipples brushing against the fabric. He was slow with the first few strokes, as though he was savoring how he felt inside me, but then he increased the pace. Fucking me relentlessly. His hands were all over my back. Gripping my butt, caressing my spine. Grabbing my neck and drawing me up for a kiss. Slipping around to my breasts and groping them, only to let me go and increase his pace further. He controlled every part of the act, but it felt as though his control was slipping. As though he was going crazy with lust and trying to drive the same explosive emotion inside me. But I was just as deranged as he was. Just, if not more wanton and wanted more of this. More of being under hiscontrol until I forgot who I was or how I got here in the first place.
I was close to coming. So close.
Then he withdrew and rolled off to lie beside me. When I heard him remove the condom, I flipped over until I was facing him. "What's wrong?" I asked. I was at the pinnacle and feeling frustrated the longer we lay there.
"That's what I meant." He got out of the bed and my gaze trailed him as he marched towards the bathroom. Despite his slightly disheveled pajamas, he kept them on, unlike me. But I didn't fully notice it at the moment.
"What?" I shook my head, confused.
"Lust." He disappeared into the bathroom. That's when it dawned on me. He was talking about the lesson.
I threw a pillow in his direction. "Fuck you Nolan!"
25
Nolan
Icould not help but trail my gaze to her as she entered the breakfast room and went to the breakfast table to get her food. We had fucked two more times after 'the lesson' and I still wanted her now. I wanted to remove everyone in this room. Mom and Magnus can go wherever, and I could throw her on that glass table and drive my cock into her tight pussy.
You're the only one who makes me feel like this.Simple words that made me feel like a king. She's mine. Mine for the time we were married, at least. And since we had arrived at a silent agreement that we could not ignore our sexual chemistry, I was going to make sure we fuckedeveryday hour of everyday if we have to until I got her out of my system.
