“Yeah. Mmhmm.” I grind again. “Open your legs for me, sweetheart.” She does without hesitation. I want to slide right in and ride her until we both scream out in ecstasy, but I slide down her body, stick my head between her legs, and lick her clit.
“Oh, fuck.” Her hand lands on my head. I tease her clit with the tip of my tongue before I stick it inside her entrance, driving her crazy. I lift my head from her pussy and go back up her body.
“So wet for your husband, baby.” I slide a finger inside of her, and she’s drenched. I lick my finger and put it in her mouth. She sucks it like it’s a lifeline. “You see how good you taste.”
I smother her response with a kiss, then I align myself at her entrance. “Yes?”
“Yes, you son of a bitch.” I slide in and fill her to the brim. “Oh, God, yes.”
I had planned on making sweet love to her. I was going to make her scream out in ecstasy, but she threw that out the window. I pull out, and she groans in protest. “You don’t deserve to have it nice and slow.”
I lift her and position her on her hands and knees. I get behind her and slide in.
“Uh,” she moans. I slip an arm around her to keep her in place and ride her rough and hard. She doesn’t complain. She throws her head back. I yank off the ugly bonnet, grab her hair, and pull her head back. My plan was to come first and deny her what she obviously wants, but she calls out and shudders. She puts her head down, and I slap her ass cheeks hard and in quick succession before I grab her hips. I pound into her a few more times before euphoria overtakes me, and I spill inside of her.
I land on her back, and we both fall onto the bed. I roll off her sweaty body, and she moves to her side and gives me her back.
She covers herself and doesn’t say a word.
Exhausted from all the events leading up to today, I close my eyes, and everything goes dark.
The first thing I notice when my eyes snap open is that the bed is empty. I know she didn’t leave the property because the alarm would have gone off and woken me. I rummage around and find my phone. After opening my alarm app, I find her in the kitchen wearing that ugly housedress. I make a note to burn it tomorrow.
After finding my pants, I go in search of my wife. By the time I get down there, she has a piece of cake in front of her that’s big enough to feed three people. The tea kettle whistles, and I pour the hot water into the mug and the teabag she had prepared.
I bring it and sit next to her at the island. I look from her to the cake, and I’m surprised when she puts the spoon to my mouth and feeds me.
We don’t speak while we eat the sweet, decadent dessert. She goes so far as to offer me some of her tea. It’s disgusting, but I don’t pass up on the sweet gesture.
“I still can’t stand you.” The words come out just before she shoves more cake in my mouth.
“Don’t stand, then. Sit.”
“Why did you do this to me?”
“What? Make love to you?”
“Trap me.”
“You’re not trapped, sweetheart. You can have and do whatever you want.” I put my hand on her thigh. “Can we not fight for a while? Can we act like honeymooners? I want to go back to bed, make sweet love to my wife, and fall asleep with her in my arms. Then, I want to wake up. Make love to you again beforebringing you breakfast in bed.” I lean in and kiss her temple. “I’ve been lonely, Bella.” I tap the bottom of her chin. “Even when I have people around me, I’m lonely. But not when you’re around.”
She doesn’t give me an answer, but she doesn’t move away. She feeds me more cake, then she finds a fruit bowl in the fridge, which we share.
We leave the kitchen a mess. I pick her up and carry her back to the bedroom. This time, I slowly remove the ugly dress. I sit her on the bed and take off the mismatched socks. I take my time and kiss every inch of her body, paying special attention to her brown, pebbly nipples.
When I slide inside of her for the second time tonight, she calls my name. I love her slowly this time. I taste every available inch of her. Her pussy becomes so wet that she drips on my legs. Soon, her eyes roll to the back of her head. She shudders in my arms and whispers my name when she comes.
I follow soon behind her.
This time, she doesn’t move away. She stays in my arms, and I kiss her temple. She runs her palm on my chest, and when she closes her eyes and falls asleep, I’m soothed by her even breathing.
Chapter 33
Dax
“Gentleman, I’m about to leave for my honeymoon. Let’s get on with this, please.” I slam my hand on the table and sit. This is not how I expected the last twenty-four hours to go. My wife is on my last fucking nerve, and instead of leaving for Italy, she announces she has no passport and didn’t bother to get one.
I didn’t ask her why. The answer is obvious. She’s doing this, either to piss me off or drive me crazy. Likely both, but I’m not going to let her see how angry and disappointed I am.
