“Thank you,” I whisper. “For last night. You have no idea—” I suck in a breath, trying to hold the tears in. My emotions are on a hair trigger, but I want him to know how I’m feeling. “Last night, you let me process and still took care of me without smothering me. You understand me on a level no one does, and I meant what I said about burning the divorce papers. Stay married to me … please.” I whisper the last part and hope that we’re both on the same page.
The smile that blooms on his face could bring light to the darkest days.
“No takebacks,” he murmurs before kissing me again. This time, it’s not soft and sweet. No, he’s claiming me, marking me as his.
He rolls us so he’s on top of me, never releasing my lips. His tongue trails against my bottom lip, and I greedily open for him. My legs wrap around his waist, heels digging into his ass, desperate for him to be closer.
He rips his lips from mine, looking down at me with concern in his eyes.
“Are you sure you’re okay? I won’t ask again after this, but I need to make sure you’re okay after yesterday.”
“Will I probably want to talk through everything at some point? Yes, but right now, if you don’t fuck me, I will actually scream.”
“Well, I would never want to leave my wife unsatisfied.” He leans back on his knees and slides his hands up my thighs, gripping my panties in his hands and ripping them from my body. If I wasn’t so hung up on him calling me his wife, I might care that he just ruined a pair of my underwear, but right now? An overwhelming feeling of rightness sits heavy in my chest.His wife.All that I’ve wanted since I was eighteen was to be this man’s wife. Through all the years, I never put effort into finding anyone else because, deep down, I always knew it was Arlo or no one.
His thumb finds my clit, circling it softly to give me just the hint of pleasure, but I need more.
“You’re so fucking wet for me already, Emmerdeur.” He groans as he notches his cock at my entrance. He doesn’t thrust, just sits there as he teases my clit.
“Arlo,” I groan, arching my back.
“That’s right, beg me.” He adds pressure, making me moan.
“I need you inside of me, please,” I plead.
His thumb dips down to where his dick is, gathering my arousal around him, and it’s something so erotic my clit pulses as his thumb returns, getting me worked up and right at the edge.
“I’m so close,” I whimper.
“I know. You’re right there, aren’t you? I can feel you pulsing and clenching against me. Do you want to come?”
“Yes!” I scream. I need more, and the fact that he’s teasing me and withholding it from me is making me crazy.
Right as I’m about to crest, he slams into me, triggering my orgasm instantly.
I’m floating in pure pleasure. Every nerve ending is hypersensitive, and he holds still and lets me ride the wave.
His groan finally pulls me out of my haze, and I open my eyes to see his head tipped back, the tendons in his neck taught with restraint.
“Holy fuck, Rina,” he breathes.
I take advantage of his distraction and sit up on my elbows before shifting my hips and flipping us so I’m on top with him still inside of me.
His hands grip my hips as his eyes pop open in shock. Heat and need reflect back at me as I look down at him with a smirk.
“My turn.” I put my hands on his chest and shift my hips back and forth. Starting slowly, I want to tease him and make him wait, just like he did to me.
His hands grip my hips tighter, but he doesn’t take control. He breathes deep before sliding his hands up and taking my tank top with him. I didn’t even realize I still had it on, but he makes quick work of it, making sure I’m fully naked as I ride him.
His hands return to my hips as he smirks at me. “Show me what you’ve got, Marina.”
Circling my hips, I search out the spot that shoots me to the stars. Once I find it, I tuck my feet underneath me and start to bounce on him.
“God, you feel good,” I moan.
I keep my rhythm, determined to take the lead and give him the best orgasm of his life, even if it kills my thighs. His hands help me along when my pace starts to falter, and he starts panting. I can feel the tingle in my lower belly, but I don’t want to come yet, not when he’s this close.
He seems to sense my struggle because he uses his core strength to sit up, shifting my ass as close as it’ll get to him. Face to face, it’s more intimate and our pace slows considerably. I’d be upset, but the intensity and closeness heighten everything. My arms wrap around his shoulders as we grind together.
