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“Now that we’ve broken the rules, are we going to burst into flames when the sun comes up?”
“Very funny.” He reaches down and pinches my ass, his voice thick with sleep. “What do you want to happen?” He closes his eyes, propping one hand behind his pillow and settling against it.
I shrug, even though he’s not looking at me. “Why can’t we spend more time together?”
“It’s not that we can’t; it’s just that I’m always working.”
I trace circles on his chest. “Is it that you don’t want to spend time with me?” He tenses beneath my touch, his eyes fluttering open.
“No. I enjoy spending time with you.” He looks down at me. “A lot actually.” His stare lingers, then he pulls me against his chest and wraps his arms around me.
“Then make time for me,” I say quietly against his neck.
“It’s not like that, Stella.” He pulls me away so I’m looking in his eyes. “You know that. It—it can’t be like that between us.” I nod, pushing down the lump in my throat.
“I meant,” I say, sliding my hand down his chest. “This kind of time,” I whisper in his ear as I wrap my fingers around his length. I stroke him, moving down his body to take him in my mouth. “I am your wife after all.” His cock jumps in my hand. I lean forward, taking him in my mouth, his hands in my hair as he watches me. “Would be a shame if my husband was too busy to be satisfied.” I take him deeper this time, relaxing my throat and breathing through my nose.
“Oh fuck, yes, you are,” he grunts, “but you suck cock like a fucking slut.” He grunts with every breath as he pushes my head down onto him. My jaw aches but hearing him lose control is turning me on. He sits up, grabbing me by the underarms and pulling me up so I’m straddling his lap. He holds his cock, pressing me down till the tip presses inside me.
“Slow.” I grip his arms. “It hurts.”
“Only my cock,” he says, grabbing the back of my neck so that I’m looking at him. “Right?”
“What?” I search his eyes, confused.
“You only suck my cock like a little slut, right?”
“Yes.” I nod. “Only yours,” I say against his lips as I wrap my arm around his neck.
“You belong to me.” He pulls me down further onto him. “You’re mine, Stella. My wife.” He kisses me urgently, like he can’t get close enough to me.
“Yes.” I lift myself up, slowly starting to move on his cock, his hands on my hips. “I’m yours,” I breathe, “only yours.”
He keeps his eyes on mine, only looking away when they flutter shut in pure bliss. Our bodies are slick with sweat, the air conditioner going in and out with the loss of power from the storm.
We continue like this, my body allowing multiple orgasms to flow through me as Atlas doesn’t stop. Whatever is transpiring between us is more than either of us probably want to admit or can probably even put into words. My heart tells me it’s more, that the look in his eyes when he asked if I was his was fear, fear of the reality that a year from now, I won’t be.
When we’ve finally finished, he places his hand on my belly. “I feel extremely irresponsible right now. I didn’t use protection or ask if you were comfortable not using it.”
“Oh.” I suddenly realize we’ve both been incredibly irresponsible. “Well, I’m to blame just as much. I think we both assumed it wouldn’t be an issue in our marriage.” I laugh nervously.
“I’m not worried about giving you anything, I have only been with one person in the last five years before you and I’ve been tested since things ended.” I’m shocked. This is the first bit of personal relationship information he’s offered to me. “And you?”
I shrug. “I get tested weekly so no, nothing to worry about on my end.”
“Weekly?” His brow arches.
“I’m twenty-five.” I smile. “What can I say, I enjoy being social.” I can see a flash of something on his face and before he flies across this bed, I burst into laughter, “I’m kidding!” He glares at me. “I’ve had a test at my annual visit and nobody since then, so no worries.” I watch as relief washes over his face and I think back to the look on his face the first time he saw me talking to Jason.
Was it jealousy? I feel a flicker of hope in my stomach.
“When was your last annual visit?”
“Uh, about ten, eleven months ago? Guess I’ll be due for another soon.”
“You haven’t had sex in a year?” He looks surprised.
“I guess not.” I look away from him but he pulls my chin back to him. “What?”
