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I nodded, willing to give her anything and everything.
She already had my soul after all.
Instead, she gave me a fucking blow job. I couldn’t hide my shock as she slid to the floor and opened the fly of my jeans. She moved my hand to her hair and then took me in her mouth.
Fuck me dead.
Part of me felt like I should turn her down. That I should absolutely check what was going on and she was okay.
But my wife was offering me a gift after I’d told her a lot of things that left me raw. And I wasn’t going to treat her like a child and double check or make sure she was fine with it.
I simply accepted.
And really, really, really enjoyed it.
When she was done, she moved back onto my lap, using her finger to catch a bit of my cum that she didn’t swallow. Then she made a show of licking her skin clean.
I leaned in and pressed my lips against her ear. “I didn’t deserve that but fuck, it was the sexiest thing ever. Why did you give me that, love?”
“I wanted a distraction,” she said too loudly. Then she leaned away and moved my hand under her shirt. “This doesn’t make us all better and everything forgiven now.” She waited until I nodded, moaning when I cupped her breast. “But I know how hard it is to be vulnerable. You said all the same in those other languages, but now you said it to me. For real.”
“And that makes you want me to touch you?” I asked, not sure how that worked out.
She gave a half shrug. “You sounded really sexy speaking French.”
Wow, my wife was really into what she heard and sensitive to it. I wasn’t sure the term, but it was like she was an accent and soothing voice addict.
As long as she liked mine.
“Plus, it’s so much harder to go through it alone,” she added. “We’re not all okay, but you’re not alone.” She worried her lower lip as if scared to try again or maybe scared I wouldn’t hear her and how she felt.
No, I would never make that mistake again.
“I don’t deserve you, my love, my wife,” I told her in French. I pulled her closer and licked the shell of her ear. “If my wife wants distractions, I will distract her and make sure her ears and all of her are pleased. Do you want me to please you, Inez?”
“Yes, yes, I do,” she whimpered, clearly knowing I was asking her something and it was probably naughty.
So I gave her more. I told her how I missed fucking her. How she felt wrapped around me and that I missed the closeness we’d had more than the sex. My nostrils flared when I smelled fresh wetness, telling her that I would take care of her needs before reaching into her pants and fingering her.
Inez was more beautiful than I remembered. Watching her come apart from my touch was like fucking catnip to me and the best feeling ever. I begged her to drink from me, my lover knowing what I needed even if I said it in another language.
She drank deeply from me as I brought her again.
But I didn’t take her. No, it was about us connecting and not the sex that I’d let distract me from our love. I’d been so consumed with how intense the sex was and how much harder running a coven was as part of a court, that I’d lost sight of my own wife.
And that was a mistake I would never, not ever make again.
She let me stay when Kristof made love to her once the ghosts were done, and that meant everything. She also gave me permission to stay that night in her bed… If I wanted.
Yes, I wanted, and I understood her that she was giving me crumbs of trust but to not assume I could eat bread whenever I wanted.
Or however the analogy worked out that made sense.
A couple days later, I sucked it up and asked her to do tai chi again when she offered to let me join her and Kristof for breakfast. She seemed shocked but agreed, promising we could just do it for movement and relaxing instead of a therapy session. She seemed uncomfortable saying that, but I fully understood and thanked her.
I thanked her with flowers at lunch too, which she really liked.
I was really glad we were working our way back to each other. I was glad Aether pushed me to be around her more instead of retreating so I didn’t make things worse like Jaxon kept doing.
