Jefferson’s POV
The more I look at Celina, the more she looks even more beautiful. I remember the first time I saw her. She was very simple with her clothes. Just plane pants and shirts. But even if it was like that, anyone would know that she’s a beauty.
She is smart too. She always talked back and had a say in everything. I am not even done talking but she already had an answer. I thought she was the kind of woman who nags. But no, she’s the silent type. I had to push her, so she would tell me what was going on, and thank God, I already know what to do next time.
And Wendy, I think I need to do something about her. It appears that she had an intention of destroying our marriage and I am not going to let that happen.
It was morning and my wife was still sleeping. I tired her the whole night so I am going to let her rest. I was amazed and shocked by her behavior, but I was happy too.
After I took her back to our bedroom, I pleasured her the best I could. I love the way she screamed my name and how she shortened it. The way she clung her legs to mine and my waist gave me a hard on thinking she didn’t want to let go of me.
Her hands that caress my face when I kiss her and grip me by my hair whenever I su** on her hard buds and cl** feels really good.
“Hmm….” She hummed as I kissed her exposed shoulder. I am going to get up to order our breakfast so it will be ready when she wakes up.
She slightly opened her eyes and blinked before she totally opened then. “Are you awake?” I asked. She nodded her head and kissed her on her lips. You know, the kind of breathtaking kiss I always give her, not minding our morning breath.
“What do you want to have for breakfast?” I asked.
“Anything,” she replied.
“Alright, do you want to use the bathroom first?”
“No, I only want to lie down like this. After what you did to me last night, I don’t think that I will be able to stand on both feet.” She replied lazily, so I laughed because of what she said and she glared at me. She must be pretty annoyed with my reaction.
“It’s your fault for being a s** goddess.”
“It’s early in the morning and you are talking like that?” She said back, “You are such a per***t,” she added, which made me laugh even more.
“You don’t know how much I want to fu** you again.” I said and there goes her blushing. I pulled her closer and hugged her so tight and she hugged me back.
“Celina,”
“Hmm?”
“Is Wendy the reason why you were mad at me that day I came home from work because you didn’t welcome me with your kiss?” I was looking in her eyes because I wanted to know the truth. I didn’t want to have any more issues regarding that woman that may lead to our misunderstanding.
“No,” she replied. “The photos were sent to me the following day.” She added.
“Then why are you mad at me on that day?” I asked, confused, but she looked away. “Celina, come on, tell me.”
“Well, uhm,” she said hesitantly, “You didn’t call me the whole day?” I already had an idea about it because of Daria, but hearing that from her is wow…
“I was busy and I tried to finish everything so I could go home early,” I said, smiling, and she nodded.
“I’m sorry, I know how we got married and I have no right to get mad at you just because you didn’t call me—-”
She said and I stopped her, “You have all the right to get mad at me.” Her eyes widened in disbelief. “From this moment, I wanted to clear things between us. I want us to be real husband and wife. The true sense of it.”
“I thought you brought me here because you wanted to divorce me.”
“Why did you think that?”
“I overheard you talking on your phone when you returned to my office.”
“I was talking to Mark at that time, it was his divorce. What made you think that it’s ours when we fu** almost every night and we did a quickie as soon as I returned?”
“I heard you tell him, “You know my wife doesn’t care,” what do you think I would think if it wasn’t for our divorce?” She asked in a low voice and I liked how our conversation was going.
“I mean, you wouldn’t care if I came back here because he asked me to come and he was worried that you’d get angry that I just came back and yet I needed to come back here. Is that the reason why you’re glaring at him? You scared the sh** out of him, you know.” I answered, laughing.
I am not glaring at him!” She exclaimed.
“Yeah you’re not.” I held her chin with my thumb and forefinger so she could see me, “Celina, you’re the only woman that I’d go crazy if I didn’t fu** you. I want to hold onto that feeling and start from there because I know that you wanted me too.”
“Is it just lust? Pure s** for you?”
“Of course not! You know it’s more than that! I couldn’t even look at another woman! I can’t imagine myself kissing anyone else.” I answered. “You know it’s more than that, don’t you feel that? I know you don’t love me, but whether you believe it or not, I am going to do everything to make you love me because I do. If I had to tire you out when we made love, I’d do it if that’s the only way I can let you know about my feelings.”
Celina was just looking at me, not saying anything. I was worried that she only wanted me because of the s** and I started to feel regret letting her know how I felt. She sat up and that worried me even more. “Celina,” she looked at me and didn’t say anything.
Then I saw her slowly get on top of me, “Tell me,” she said,
“Tell you what?”
“Tell me how you feel about me,” She replied and the feeling of her p**** touching my d*** is making me crazy. Especially when she was grinding herself on me. Fu** I want her to ride on me.
I reached for her face and held it with both hands and said, “I fu***ng love you, my Celina.” She smiled and lowered her head, I thought that she was going to kiss me but she didn’t. She slides down and fu**, the idea that comes to mind is killing me.
Her eyes met mine as she continued to slide down until her face was leveled at my already aching groin. She looked seductive when she opened her mouth and took me whole. “Fuuuuu*******…” I couldn’t help but moan. It feels so good that my hand automatically grabbed her by the hair and helped guide her how I wanted her to move and she learned fast. Her tongue played at my tip every time she retreated her mouth and teased me when she took me in again.
Sh** I am going to cum so I stopped her and the look of worry on her face was obvious. I smiled at her and said, “I love what you are doing but I ain’t going to make you pregnant if I release my seeds in your mouth.”
We changed our position and I played with her intimate parts before I raised her right leg and entered her. “Ohhh Jeffy..” She had both her hands holding on to the headboard as I continued to thrust in and out deep and fast.
I was releasing everything up to the last drop, “I love you, my Celina,” I muttered. I was not expecting him to reply, but what she said brought me to euphoria.
“I love you too, Jeffy.” I raised my head that was resting on her chest and met her eyes. I wanted to make sure that I heard her right, so I told her again, without leaving her gaze, “I love you, my Celina,”
“I love you too, Jeffy.” My lips curved in a smile and so did she.
The breakfast that I planned to order ended up in an early lunch as we felt our love for each other again and again after our confessions. I am the happiest man in the world and the way I see it, she is too. I mean, the happiest woman.
We spent the rest of our stay in Kenom as if it was our honeymoon. It was more than three years delayed, but it was more meaningful for both of us. The day we go back to Croas, we are already Mr. and Mrs. Jefferson Scott. The true meaning of it and not just an arranged marriage that my father had for us.