I’m the one smiling this time. “So, basically taking being your wife seriously?”
He nips my bottom lip. My body tingles when he grinds against me. I’ve quickly gone from worrying when he’d return to having him on top of me. Present. Tangible.
“Yes,” he confirms. “A damn good wife. I’m not used to disclosing what upsets me or my fears, but I promise I will talk to you if I need to get it out. We both know I haven’t been sleeping well…” We moan when he slides inside of me. “But, fuck, you make it easier each day.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside. This part we have down to a science. Jagger and I have mastered the art of fucking. The attention we pay to each other’s bodies is part of this addictive bond but I need to make sure he hears me.
Cupping his cheeks, I steal his attention from our naked bodies. “I just want it to be clear that I’m here for you forever, Jagger. If and when you want to talk about any of it, we will. I don’t care if you want a professional between us. You beingyouis most important. It’s what I care about the most.”
He grinds into me harder, showing me just how much he appreciates my words. This is one of his preferred methods of communication. I can tell a lot from how he moves inside of me, touches me, and kisses me. He’s at peace with tonight's events. His ex was already out of his mind but now she’s completely out of his life.
“We’re going to Mexico for our honeymoon,” he tells me as he laces his fingers with mine. I love when he does that, especially during sex. It makes me feel like we’re connecting in more than one way. His beard scratches my jaw when move is lips towards my ear. “And I might allow you to watch Oran fuck Ainslee.”
Fuck.Now that he’s put that visual in my head I can’t shake it. My walls clench on him. I would’ve never thought I’d be into such a thing.
“That’s hot.”
Jagger chuckles at my confession and kisses the back of my hand. “I know.” My fingers from my free hand trail down his back until I sink my nails into his ass cheek. Jagger’s lust filled moan makes my pussy throb. “Fuck, Karessa. You make it so easy to fall in love.”
My heart flips and I have no words. Instead, I kiss him hard. We’re not there yet but I’m happy to know we’re going in the same direction.
Jagger
It isa rare occurrence but Karessa is up before me. The music is blaring and I smell food cooking. After I freshen up and pull on some pajama pants, I go see what she’s doing.Riverby Bishop Briggs is playing. She’s dancing around while cooking, her nightgown is a grayish strappy number that stops a few inches below her ass. She bends to grab a pan and I see the hint of her lacy underwear. She looks damn sexy with her hair down, scantily clad, and dancing sexily. She’s having fun while being comfortable in her own skin. This is the Karessa LeClaire Hanlon the world needs to see. I return to the room and get my phone. Switching to social media, I do something I rarely do; go live. My views shoot up almost immediately.
“Good morning. Let me show you why I married Karessa.”
Another Bishop Briggs song,Dark Side,starts pumping in the house. It has a sexy beat that she gyrates to while cracking and beating the eggs. She sings along and turns to pour the eggs in the skillet. She uses the spatula as a microphone as she belts the song like she wrote it. Luckily for her, she’s a decent singer. It also reminds me that I never really sing in front of her. I’m not sure she knows how musical our family has been in the past. I don’t sing as much because it reminds me of my brother.
Once the eggs are done, she swivels her hips as she plates it. Fuck, this is one of the sexiest breakfast preps I’ve seen. She grabs the bacon from the oven and adds it and some of the French toast she was making onto my plate.
She winks at me, not caring about me filming her, then grabs the plate to bring it to the table. The beat changes a little and it sounds like someone is sayingheyin the background. Karessa turns her back to me while dancing sexily, her hem rides up enough to give a glimpse of the lace underneath. She faces me again and puts the plate on the table. I’m not sitting directly under it so she straddles me as she sings about draining life. Karessa doesn’t linger because she’s off my lap but turns to lean her head back on my shoulder and slide down between my legs until she dips between them. She runs a hand down her chest between her breasts then ghosts her pussy as she sings about how she feels inside.
I’m strongly considering fucking her when she bounces out of reach to retrieve the syrup and flatware without missing a beat. Her pouring syrup on my French toast is more seductive than it should be, especially when she slides a piece through the syrup and butter then feeds it to me. The way she licks the syrup off her finger is damn suggestive.
My live is lighting up with all the emoticons and a shitload of comments but she’s not done. Karessa climbs on the table and crawls seductively towards me. There's a part where the singer welcomes us to her dark side several times. Karessa pauses and sits back on her haunches then bounces to the rhythm of the beat stuttering.
Damn, she wants me to put a baby in her.
She sings to a butterknife and leans back and runs her hand through her hair with every “Ooh” like she’s giving me a personal concert. Karessa points at me every time she says “you” and to herself with each “I”. Her eye contact and the conviction in which she sings the words makes me feel she’s offering. Like she wants us to consume each other to the point of destruction until we have to rebuild ourselves to do it all over again. I’m so fucking turned on by her display. If we weren’t on live - scratch that - I don’t give a fuck about live. She does, plus I don’t think she realizes it’s live. The rawness of emotion in the performance is just for me. She rolls to her back and has to arch it and tilt her head back to make eye contact with me as she sings the end of the song.
This is an invitation. She’s inviting me to places within her that no one has ever seen before.
The music cuts off and she turns to her belly and props her chin on the palm of her hand. “Good morning, Jagger. Are you making a video to watch later?”
I clear my throat to speak normally. I’m so horny my chest hurts. “No. Live. I’m introducing my followers to my wife.”
Her eyebrows quirk and I’m not sure if she’ll freak out like she would’ve two months ago. Instead she keeps our eyes locked, picks up a piece of bacon, and casually bites it.
“Well, good morning Jagger’s followers.” Her eyes flick to the camera then back at me. “So should I get off the table or,” she pushes the plate forward a little with her finger, “will this be all you’re having for breakfast?”
An aroused growl comes out and I stand. Her green eyes drop to my erection and she bites her bottom lip. I end the feed before I end up putting our bare asses out in the world. A text comes through before I can drop the phone.
Oran: Damn, I’m coming over for breakfast.
Chapter Thirty-One
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