She laughs, the sound a little resigned. “Sebastian, I don’t expect anything more than what you’ve already done.” Her tone says expecting more would be an exercise in futility.
She expects me to cheat on her.
And not just cheat on her, but not even be a minimally decent husband. All she wanted from me was that damned “I do” and a signature on the document she needs to send to Nesovia.
The realization is insulting and infuriating. I hate her for sitting next to me like a princess while she expects me to behave like some lowlife. She’s acting like I’m the one who forced this union on her, when in fact it’s exactly the opposite.
An abrupt need to shatter her composure surges inside me. If I can’t get a Flawless smile, I’ll get the next best thing. “I take my wedding vows seriously. And I won’t be going to other women when I can have you.”
Before she can respond, I crash my mouth down on hers, claiming her in an openly carnal kiss. She lets out a muffled gasp, but I don’t care as my tongue glides in. I devour her, ravishing her mouth like I own it.
Her breathing goes erratic. She slides her hand up, along my arm and shoulder. Then her fingers are plunging into my hair, holding me close.
Yes.
I run my hand along the lush lines of the body I’ve been dying to possess since I saw her on the balcony. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, hard enough that there will be marks tomorrow. The minor pain only fuels my excitement.
I can’t find the zipper on this damn dress. I grab the material to rip it, but she lays a hand over mine and pulls back.
“Wait. I have nothing else to wear,” she says hurriedly, her voice raw but thready.
No other man gets to see what’s mine.
I retake her mouth, my hand on her breast. It’s soft and warm, even through the silky dress, and she whimpers, her head thrown back. I shower kisses on her neck, feeling her pulse beneath my lips. She smells so good, all aroused female. I nip her neck, and she lets out a moan, her body shaking.
Her legs move restlessly. I pull her onto my lap, pushing her dress up until it’s bunched around her waist, and touch her between her thighs. She’s shockingly hot; what little blood I have left in my head drains to my already turgid cock.
I watch the pleasure I’m giving her slowly twist her face. She doesn’t seem like a lady anymore, but a corrupt goddess of desire. I run my other palm along her smooth, soft thigh and cup her ass. She grinds against me through our clothes. It’s a kind of torture, but I don’t give her what she needs even as I push her closer to the edge.
“Please,” she whimpers finally.
“Tell me what you want from your husband,” I say, “wife.”
Her breath catches in her throat. Her eyes glitter with need, but she seems torn for some reason.
I trace the V-shaped crease between her belly and thighs, up above her pubic bones, back down over her thin panties. Air shudders in her lungs.
“Do you want to fly wet and horny like this all the way to L.A. until you can grab one of your vibrators?”
“I…”
I pull her close until her chest is flush against mine. I can feel her heart pounding. “Or I can finger-fuck you,” I whisper into her ear, then feel another wave of tremors rack her body. I slide my index finger back between her legs, over the damp fabric of her underwear. Her pelvis moves—she’s desperate for more.
“Please. Finger me,” she begs, her hot breath tickling my cheek.
Dark satisfaction settles over me. “Good choice, wife.”
I pull the thin fabric out of the way and touch her directly. Her flesh is searing hot and slick with need. I gently thumb her clit while my other fingers tease her further down. Her arms tighten, and she grinds against me, chasing her climax.
“I need more,” she whispers. When I continue to tease without entering, she says, “Put your fingers inside me.”
“Like this?” I slide two in effortlessly.
“Yes!” she hisses, moving her hips along my fingers.
I grip her hair and angle her face for a kiss. Then I let her ride my fingers until she climaxes over and over again, her pussy convulsing around me.
My cock is impossibly hard now. The need to drive into her is overwhelming, but I don’t have a condom on me, and I doubt she does, either.
