Somehow, I managed to hold back, making love—for the first time in my entire life—with fluid rolls of my hips, gentle caresses along her writhing body, and deep kisses.
The slow and steady pace was damn near maddening, forcing me to ignore the devil on my shoulder that demanded I move faster, pounding into her hard enough to leave a Rory-shaped indentation in the mattress.
A growl of frustration worked its way through my chest; I was unable to stop it.
My wife moaned at the sound, her hands finding the firm muscles of my ass. “I won’t break. Promise.”
Even with lust clouding my brain, I had to bite back a laugh. If only she knew that breaking her was the entire goal. When I was done enacting my revenge, it would be a miracle if she found the strength to get out of bed to face her miserable existence. She’d barely gotten a taste of the cruelty I was capable of before running away, and soon, she would experience the full force of it aimed directly at her.
Rising up, I widened my stance, keeping her spread open as I began to up my tempo. When our bodies crashed together,I rotated my hips, making sure my pubic piercing rubbed over her swollen clit before withdrawing again. It must’ve worked as advertised because each time I did it, her back bowed and her fists clenched the sheets so hard her knuckles turned white as her keening wails floated toward the ceiling.
The ripples of her pussy had me on the verge of exploding, and my voice came out strained. “You’re squeezing me so tight, baby. Be a good girl and let me feel you come all over my cock.”
Thegood girlhad been strategically placed, meant to throw my romance-book-loving wife over the edge, and it worked like a charm. A throaty cry sounded, and her cunt locked down around my dick in a vise grip strong enough to cut off circulation as she came. There was no choice but to follow right behind her.
Groaning through my release, I kept pumping into her until I’d emptied every last drop. When I collapsed, I rolled us together so that we lay on our sides, facing each other and keeping our bodies joined to give my swimmers more time to slip through the tiny holes in the latex.
The heat of Rory’s harsh breathing fanned over my sweat-dampened skin, her peaked nipples brushing against my chest with every ragged inhale. Coming down from my own orgasm, I lazily dragged my fingers over her slight curves, leaving goosebumps everywhere I touched.
I wasn’t sure how long we lay there like that before she peeked up at me through copper lashes, gnawing on a corner of her plump lower lip. “I know we made a deal, but will you stay over anyway?”
Stroking the side of her neck with my thumb, I stared down at her. “I thought I made it clear, before we took things all the way tonight, that I don’t do casual.”
Rory sighed. “You did. But I’m not naïve. I know guys will say just about anything to seal the deal.”
I reared back, letting my softened dick slide from her warmth. “Is that what you think I did? That I fed you some line about being selective with who I sleep with to get between your thighs?”
Rolling off the mattress, I snatched my glasses off the nightstand and slid them onto my face. Then I removed the condom before reaching for my pants, shaking my head as I shoved my legs into them.
“Guess I’m the sucker falling for a woman who believes I’m capable of such a deception.”
She scrambled off the bed, reaching for me, but caught nothing but air when I stepped backward. “That’s not what I meant—“
“Save it, Ro.” I pulled my shirt on, heading for the door and huffing wryly, “You know, I really thought we had a connection.”
“We did!” Quickly, she corrected, “Wedo.“ Desperation colored every word.
Forcing my feet into my shoes, I turned around to find tears glistening in her eyes. “I’m not so sure anymore.”
“John.” My name came out on a sob as she hugged both arms around her naked torso. “I’m so sorry. You’re the first man I’ve let get close to me since my ex, and I know it’s not an excuse, but he really fucked with my head. It wasn’t fair of me to have projected my trust issues onto you when you’ve been nothing short of amazing since the day we met.” The first tear crested her lashes, falling down her cheek. “Please stay.”
I pressed my lips together. “The mood’s been sufficiently killed.”
Rory moved closer slowly. “We don’t have to have sex, but I’d really like to sleep with your arms around me tonight.”
Blowing out a heavy breath, I ran a hand through my hair, acting like I was going to shoot down her proposal. “Ro—”
“Maybe if you’re holding me, I can convince myself I didn’t mess up the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
The twin devils on my shoulders took a little bow.
Got ‘er.
I arched an eyebrow. “The best thing?”
She nodded so eagerly that her tangled red locks bounced wildly. “No one has ever made me feel like this before, John.” When she stepped within arm’s reach, I pulled her against my chest, and her following words came out muffled. “I think a part of me is scared that all of this is too good to be true. It’s almost like I don’t believe I’m deserving of love.”
Tightening my hold, I kissed the top of her head. “You deserve all that and more, Ro.”
