Our lips fall into a kiss, each of our tongues battling for dominance, though it is as I pull back a bit and let her take the lead, that I feel her not only come but come to life, confidence dictating her every move.
“That’s it, mi esposa,” I praise her, hell-bent on proving her wrong, while indulging myself in the fantasy of what it feels like to have a wife, even if it’s temporary.
“Okay,so it’s up to you —we can either go over the details next time I see you in the office, or I can text them to you,” Sarina says all too casually, looking on the floor behind the couch.
I grab my pants, putting them back on as I rise to my feet to join her. The blue lace I know she’s looking for burns into my periphery. “Looking for this?” I wave her panties in front of her, dangling them just enough that she goes to grasp them, but I move my hand back, locking them into my tight fist.
She shifts to her tiptoes and I use our considerable height difference to my advantage by lifting my clenched fist upward, just out of her reach.
“Are you attempting to hold my panties hostage?”
“Yes,” I reply, unapologetically.
“Why?”
“I don’t want you to leave yet,” flies out of my mouth instead of something smooth like, ‘A night cap is in order’. At least I didn’t say how I really feel, admitting that since I bought the couch we just fucked on, all I’ve envisioned is having someone to cuddle up to on it.
Her gaze narrows, eyeing my clenched palm. “Do you have ice cream?”
Not what I was expecting, but okay.
I run over to the freezer, her panties still in my possession, and scan the mostly bare interior. Aside from some frozen ice cube trays of sofrito my mom gave me, and some frozen fruit, there’s not much in there.
Her heels click over to me, and defeated I hand her back her panties, unable to look away from the smile stretching her lips. “You’re fucking adorable you know that?”
“Not sure I want to be adorable to you, but I’ll take what I can get.”
“Let me rephrase, you look sexy as hell, but you are surprisingly sweet… thoughtful.”
“Why? Because you asked me for ice cream, and I looked to see if I had any?”
The playfulness dissipates on her face, and in its place a blank expression forms. “Well, yeah.”
“If ice cream is what it takes to get to spend more time with you, then I’m going to make sure you get whatever ice cream you want,” I say, handing her my phone so she can select what she wants from the delivery app.
“This is definitely different,” she breathes out, sounding surprised.
“You haven’t ordered for delivery before?”
“Of course I have,” she scoffs, swiping at the phone screen, not looking at me. “It’s just that I’m not used to someone being so attentive to my needs and wants.”
“Then I guess you should get used to it.”
Her brow quirks up.
“Oh yeah?”
I flash a smile, winking at her. “As long as you’re my wife, it’s my job to take care of every want and need you may have.”
“I’d be careful if I were you, I can bereallyneedy,” she hums, her blue eyes boring into mine.
I walk around the kitchen counter, placing my arm around her so my lips near her ear, pulling her in close to whisper, “Is that a challenge?”
Goosebumps spread onto her skin.
“Maybe,” she breathes.
“Good. I like being needed. And if it’s by you, need me all you want. I’m waiting and willing.”
