I slowly slid the strap of my bra and unclasped it. It gave me more self-assurance. We were both silent, adding to the tension in the room.
I carefully climbed onto the bed to straddle him. I stopped him when he meant to touch me and pinned his hand down on the sheets.
In the bedroom, he was in complete control. My turn had come. I wanted to drive him crazy with need.
I gave him a gentle kiss on the lips before moving down his body. During our honeymoon, I had been concerned about how to touch him. Uncertain of his preferences. Any time I touched him, he said that it felt good. Learning how my fingers, lips, and tongue could make his muscles ache or cause him to sigh in pleasure was hardly considered hard labor.
I took my time, giving each inch of his flesh the attention it deserved as I stroked, kissed, and teased my way down his chest and belly. When my lips touched the sprinkle of hair leading underneath his boxers, I felt his cock twitch under me.
I suppressed a smile.
He raised his hips after I inserted my fingers inside his waistband, allowing me to remove his boxers. I soon picked up where I’d left off, straddling his legs while holding his cock in my hand. twirled the tip of my tongue, he stopped being silent.
“Oh, fuck.”
Although he was putty in my hands or lips, I had other plans for the evening. I popped him out of my lips and sat up straight again. He appeared a little letdown, but I knew it would pass quickly.
He enjoyed observing me, so I was going to put on a show for him.
Before reaching to cup my breasts, my hands dragged along the sides of my hips, waist, and thighs. As I ran my fingers over my nipples, his jaw clenched. Aligning our hips, I stepped hovered over him while raising one hand to run through my hair.
He fisted the covers to refrain from touching me, and his breathing calmed as I continued my act. When one of my hands slid into my underwear and the other stayed on my breast, he exhaled loudly.
As I cared myself, my head fell back. I remembered all the ways I had liked having his hands on me. I stroked myself and held back a groan as my orgasm approached.
“Wait.” I was startled by his deep growl and looked up to see him yanking off my underwear before throwing them on the ground. “I want to see all of you.”
I gave in to his demands, allowing my desires to rule my thoughts. I didn’t have to wait long before I started moaning uncontrollably from an orgasm.
Nicholas could wait no longer and drew my body into his.
In between desperate kisses, he murmured, “I need to be inside you right now.”
He wrapped one of his arms around my waist and guided his cock inside of me. He thrust forcefully, and I flung my arms around his neck and tightened my hold. When he filled me, we both cried out.
It was neither slow nor sweet. It was rough, dirty, and exhilarating. He held me over him as I clung to him for dear life.
“That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” His hammering rhythm emphasized his remarks.
Every time he drove, he reached a new spot deep in me. He panted and moaned against my flesh, responding to my cries as I inched closer to my second orgasm.
When Nicholas let go, he roared. I felt his length throb inside me. As waves of pleasure swept over both of us, our bodies began to softly rock. He leaned back against the headboard again when I collapsed into him and he began to massage the muscles in my legs while his lips brushed against mine.
He gave me a tender kiss and remarked, “Baby, that was great.”
As we came down from our orgasms, my fingers ran through his hair. When we eventually came to a stop, I opened my eyes to look into his.
“Thank you,” I said quietly.
“What for?”
“For bringing Lory here. You have no idea how much that meant to me.”
He chuckled and helped me off his body before placing me on the bed so that we were face to face. His arms encircled me, keeping our bodies from moving too far apart.
“If you keep praising me in that manner, I’ll buy Lorelei a whole fleet of jets.”
I giggled and he stroked my back. We were silent for a moment and I struggled with my thoughts. I wanted to ask him about several things but I also didn’t want to ruin our moment of peace.
“What’s going on inside your skull, wife? Your face is all scrunched with how hard you are thinking.” He opened up the conversation with his simple question.
I brushed some of the hair matted on his forehead away from his face. My heart grew soft when he snuggled into my touch. I placed my palm on his cheek and smiled. God, he was so pretty that it was hard to wrap my mind around the fact that this man was mine.
Saying it in my head felt so good.
I would have to repeat it in my heart every day to actually believe it.
“Can we have a brief chat? Do you have anything urgent tomorrow morning?” I didn’t want to keep him awake if he had important work early in the morning.
He fixed his gaze on mine, and I could almost feel the anxiety rising inside him. “I’m always open to talking. What is it?”
“I have a few things I want to talk to you about. And it is important.”
Even though I hated the idea of talking about his ex after we had just had amazing sex, it had to be done. I decided the band-aid approach would be the most effective. Rip it off.