11. Chapter 11 - Diego
The door creaks open slowly. She’s being careful not to disturb me. It’s dark in here, the room only illuminated by a small night light in the bathroom. I’m relaxing on the couch—but she can’t see me. Madison creeps towards the end of the bed where she left her bag and comes up empty. Confusion slaps her in the face knowing she left it there earlier. Watching the gears turn in that beautiful mind of hers, she starts to tiptoe to the walk-in.
A small gasp echoes the space as her hands come up to rest against her lips. All her clothes are neatly hung up or folded on top of the dresser below. Even her few pairs of shoes are lined up nicely on the shoe rack. Courtesy of yours truly .
A smug smile forms on my lips as I approach her. Quietly as a panther, I creep towards her. It’s almost 4 AM. Unpacking her luggage would allow her to get some rest before another busy day tomorrow. I made it my priority when I got back.
I’m about to sneak up behind her and sarcastically reprimand her for being out all hours of the night like some rebellious teenager when she starts to undress.
Fuuuuck , this woman is testing my control. I purposely took the couch so she would feel respected and not pressured to sleep with me. On the other hand, I desperately wanted to hear her invite me to bed.
And if she didn’t, I’d find a way in it.
The feeling of her body wrapped against mine is not a memory I could ever forget. Every morning I wake up craving her, wishing I could reach out and run my hands over the curve at her waist or over the swell of her perfect ass. My palms itch to run through her silky hair. I want to be the one stirring her from sleep. Starting with a stolen kiss before having the privilege of watching her eyelids flutter to greet a new day.
But she’s been gone for a year and I’m sure this night was a huge trip down memory lane. My sweet wife might just want space.
From me.
From Liam.
From this whole clusterfuck of a day.
Black fabric cascades down her back as she slips it off her beautiful body. A nude strapless bra is next to go, followed by a strappy black thong. Co?o . My wife is a fucking goddess. I send a silent prayer up to my mamá. Please help keep this woman in my life. I know I asked it once already, but I’m good at pushing my luck. So I’m asking again.
The exquisite view is quickly replaced by a pair of drawstring fleece pajama bottoms and her oversized university t-shirt. Either sensing my presence or needing the bathroom, she spins on her now bandaged foot. A squeak leaves her lips at the sight of me.
“You don’t look like a pumpkin…” I glance down at the skin where my watch normally sits.
Heat swarms her eyes and that one sassy eyebrow of hers arches. The soft palm of her hand lands flat against my chest as she shoves me back out of the closet. “Very funny.”
I step out of her way, allowing her to pass me. Only to follow her as she shuffles to the bathroom. Madison takes her place in front of the vanity and I lean against the doorframe, crossing my arms over my bare chest. Discovering her cosmetic bag, she retrieves her toothbrush and toothpaste and starts to vigorously brush her teeth.
“How is prince charming?” I snide.
The amber in her chestnut eyes always shines brighter when she’s mad. And right now? They are glowing like some ethereal being. The toothpaste foam coats her lush lips as she lets out a dramatic faux laugh.
“ Ha . If you ever consider switching careers to become a comedian— please don’t.”
She rinses her mouth, gathering her hair to one side of her neck before spitting into the sink. Isn’t it amazing how when you love someone, something as trivial as them brushing their teeth can become a beautiful work of art?
I want this moment captured and framed .
“How about I keep my title of El Rompe Huesos ? Would that suit me better? Or would you run if you actually saw me in action?” I tap my lip with my index finger.
Dabbing a white hand towel at her lips she retrieves a makeup wipe and begins cleansing her face.
“I’ve seen you in action.” She shrugs indifferently.
“That was nothing . However, if you’d like to reenact that scene where I strip you of your clothes with my knife while you are suspended from the ceiling—I’m absolutely game.”
Her face is now spotless and completely bare. Beautiful . Shuffling through her bag, she retrieves a serum bottle, pumps a few drops into her hands, and rubs them together before slathering her face.
“After the shock wore off and I realized you weren’t actually going to do anything, I really enjoyed it. Same goes for our wedding night.”
“Did you?” My voice has deepened with lust at her admission. “So you enjoy being restrained?” I ask, now intrigued .
“Yes. Because for the first time in my life, I actually put my full trust into someone. And that felt freeing. I always have to have control in my life, but with you, I don’t know what it is, I just trust you with my body…among other things.”
She always shocks me with how sassy she can be one minute and then a complete open book, vulnerability and all in the next. It has me reaching for her and pulling her to my chest. My fingers thread through her soft hair that she’s tossed into a messy bun. I tilt her head up by gripping her hair tighter. Cinnamon eyes light with desire as a moan slips off her succulent lips. I lick my own as I press my throbbing cock against her body—that’s now flush against mine.
“I want to kiss you again.” The gravel in my voice is not hard to miss. “But you could use the sleep. I’m sure you’re exhausted.”
“Then kiss me once and let’s go to bed.” It comes off as an invitation and a threat. I fucking love it. I love her. She knows exactly how to stare down my beast.
Skimming my nose along her collar bone and then up her neck, I tease her. My teeth graze over her tattoo before nipping her earlobe.
“I would, but you smell like him . And in order to erase that, I’d need to do far more than kiss you, Mariposita .” She inhales sharply as a shiver races through her body.
“What would that entail?” Her fingers trace the tattoo I got for her, making my cock swell even more than it had watching her undress.
I snake a hand down the front of her pants and drag a finger through her soaking wet slit. Sliding up, I find her clit and circle the little bud until it’s blooming. Madison grips my bicep as she moans out her pleasure.
“I would need to lick, suck, and bite every inch of you before you got on your knees and took my cock in your mouth like a good girl.” Her breathing intensifies as I slip two fingers into her opening. Thrusting in and out, she starts to mewl and buck against my hand. Her fingers grasp my triceps as her legs start to shake. Delirious with need, my tongue licks a path from the neckline of her t-shirt to her tattoo.
“After you swallowed every last drop of my cum, I’d taste you, spread out right here on this bathroom counter, before fucking you until the sun comes up. There would be so much of me inside you , it would drip down your thighs the rest of the day. And as you socialize with the man whose scent once lingered on your beautiful skin, you’ll not only reek of me, but be sorely reminded of who you belong to.”
Removing my hand, I place a gentle kiss on her forehead. “I told you I was going to show you both of my monsters. If I’m not the man you fell for, not who you thought I was, I’ll let you go for good this time. Liam may desire you as well, and he deserves a fair chance, I guess… but?—”
Madison slams her lips against mine, effectively shutting me up. That’s all the permission I need to rip her damn clothes off.
“Fuck, baby,” I manage to get out before she shuts me up again and drops to her knees.
Impatient hands drag my black sweatpants down my thighs as my cock springs free, pulsing in anticipation. She wastes no time licking me from base to tip, swirling her tongue around the crown. My head snaps back as I grip both hands on the molding of the door frame above me.
“ Madison ,” I whisper her name like a plea. A plea to stop teasing me with her talented tongue and to take my fucking cock into the back of her throat.
Like the damn mind reader she is, her mouth wraps around my full length. I watch through lust hazed eyes as she takes every inch until I hit the back of her throat. My hips thrust forward, causing her to gag, but she quickly regains control. Her throat relaxes around me as she starts to bob her head. Determined hands caress my sensitive balls, dealing me a new wave of ecstasy. Watching my cock disappear between her pink lips has them tightening in her grip. The sensation is intoxicating . I’m going to fucking explode. Like a damn teenager getting head for the first time, I can’t hold back. My wife smiles coyly as a few tears roll down her cheeks. She knows if she keeps this pace up— I will lose it.
“Fuck. Fuuuuck, Mariposita .”
Removing my hands from above me, I grip the back of her head and savagely fuck her mouth. She gags again but continues to take it.
“I want you to swallow every fucking drop. Do you hear me?” I grunt out.
She nods as I continue to thrust faster into her mouth.
“Such a good fucking wife,” I growl.
Stars erupt across my vision as my cum paints the back of her throat in multiple spurts. She moans out her approval as I slowly release her head and pull out of her mouth. Leaning forward, she licks my cock like ice cream off a spoon before licking her swollen lips.
Holy. Fucking … this is my wife? My wife . I have got to be the luckiest motherfucker on the planet. No . The whole goddamn universe. Please let her stay mine. I can’t lose her to Liam. He’s a good man, and I consider us friends, but he can’t give her what I can. I know she knows that. Regardless, I’ll let her explore this with us until she figures it out.
Madison stands, tidying the hair that’s now falling out of her messy bun. Not that it’s really even in a bun at all. Her hair tie is hanging on by a thread.
“It may not have been ‘mile high club’ worthy, but I’d like to think you enjoyed that,” she states as she sashays by me to our bed. My pants are still at my ankles and I’m coming back down to Earth after that mind blowing orgasm, so I’m not as quick to move and grab her.
Kicking the fucking sweats off me, I stagger over to her. She’s already climbing into bed. I reach out and grip her by the bicep, flipping her onto her back. The light reignites in her eyes at my nearness. The wood bed frame creaks as I lean over her and press my knees to the mattress between her thighs.
“That was far better than the mile high club. Because during ‘said’ mile high club, I imagined your face. And, baby? The real deal, couldn’t light a candle to my imagination. Christ, Madison . You are perfect in every way.”
I kiss her hard, tasting myself on her tongue. She relaxes into the bed, soaking up this moment just as I am, her eyes darting back and forth, lost in mine. That moment of bliss comes to a screeching halt when her hand slides up my chest and she pushes me back.
“I’ve got to get some sleep. You’ve seen me cranky and it isn’t pretty. Between you and me, the espresso machine here just isn’t as good as the one on your jet.” She winks before shimmying her perfect body up the bed and sliding beneath the sheets.
“That will be remedied immediately . And if you think for one second you are going to bed unsatisfied, you are about to be sorely mistaken. That’s not how this works, Mariposita .”
On a growl, I throw the sheets back, my stomach rippling from the laughter pouring out of me. She makes me feel so fucking carefree and wild. Not being able to help myself, I start to tickle her. Madison’s sweet laughter joins with mine as she tries to wiggle her fingers under my armpits.
“Diego!” she reprimands squeakily.
My hands grip her by the ankles, dragging her down the bed. Spreading her thighs wide, I dip my head until my tongue finds her clit. Her eyes slam shut as she arches her back off the bed. Pink nipples harden to peaks as her full breasts press towards the ceiling. Exquisite . This is another moment I need photographed—because she is devastatingly beautiful.
Add it to my growing art gallery.
Slipping a finger into her channel, I collect her arousal and use it to rub a circle along her other entrance, which puckers at my touch. Ever so slowly, I increase the pressure until my finger slinks in. After a bit of resistance, the muscle relaxes and allows me full entrance. Adding two fingers to her cunt and replacing my mouth back on her clit, I begin to suck and lick in intervals.
“Wow. Oh. My. Goddddd, Ocean Eyes, ” she mewls as her asshole and pussy clench down on my fingers.
“That’s it, baby. Just wait until you take my cock here.” I pump my fingers in and out of her, dragging out her orgasm. Like an exorcism, trembling thighs lift her ass off the bed as she rides out the euphoria.
“Yes… Ocean Eyes . Fuuuck.”
Her ass falls back onto the bed and her body goes slack as it tremors with aftershocks. I pull my fingers out and give one last swipe to her delicious pussy, swirling my tongue around her opening to collect every last drop of her sweetness.
Lazy fingers rub circles through my scalp as she catches her breath. She looks down at me with half-lidded eyes.
“You were the first person to…to take me there like that,” she stutters, still breathless.
“I’ll have to do it more often if that’s what it does to you,” I smirk, more than satisfied with how this night ended.
“Mhm…” she mumbles. Her eyes are closed and her breathing has started to slow.
I hop off the bed and clean up in the en suite. Even though I want her smelling like me, I decide to rein in the animal. Using a warm wash cloth, I clean Madison up and tuck her spent body under the sheets before sliding in next to her. Possessively, I pull her to me, keeping my left hand secured around her.
Placing a kiss to her shoulder blade, I close my eyes and drift off to sleep knowing my heart is back where it belongs.