17. Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Seventeen
Ispend the next morning on the beach, trying to get a tan and thinking about last night’s conversation with Nikos. With my heart thudding in my chest and my stomach filled with butterflies, I can only stomach a strong cup of coffee and not much else until lunchtime when I get back home to get ready for work.
Tom arrives just as I’m ready to leave.
“Your skin is red,” he observes, knowing me all too well. “Enjoyed your dip?”
“I did. I’m just so anxious about tonight, you know?”
He kicks off his shoes and looks at me with a frown on his handsome face. “Babe, we’re having another man over to join us in bed. I’d be pretty freaked out, too, if I were you.”
I scratch my cheek, watching him as he takes off his cargo pants on the way to the bathroom.
“So, do you think he won’t come?” I ask.
“Oh, trust me, babe. He’s gonna come, alright. If he sees what I’m seeing every time I look at you naked, you can bet your sweet little ass he’ll come.”
“You’re making fun of me, aren’t you?”
I hear his laughter and it eases some of the tension away.
“Come over here. Your back is almost fried. Let me rub some lotion on it.”
I walk over to where he’s standing and smile as he lifts my arms, taking off my beach dress in one swift move and reaching for the tube of gardenia-scented moisturizing cream he knows is my favorite. “You don’t have to burn your skin to look more attractive, babe,” he whispers in my ear and I’m so damn excited today, I get goosebumps just hearing him talk to me like that.
“You’re awfully sweet today, Tom. Is everything alright?”
He rubs the heavenly-scented lotion in until my parched skin has absorbed it and then he surprises me by squatting before me.
“What are you—?”
“Shhh…be a good girl and just relax, okay?”
“Tom…I have to get going or I’ll be late.”
Grabbing hold of my arms, he holds them to the wall behind me, pinning me down, and I can only watch as he plants his face between my thighs. “You’re going to be fucking your boss in a few hours, sweetheart. I think he’s not going to mind if you get to work a half hour later than usual.”
“Please,” I sigh, looking down at him as he slips one finger inside me, then two, then three, flexing them inside me just right until his whole hand is covered with my moisture.
“Dirty little girl…” He slides his fingers out of me, replacing them with his mouth, licking and sucking me to sweet, sweet oblivion and I call out his name as I come around his mouth, my legs barely supporting me. “I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he says and then he turns me around, pushing inside me hard, taking what’s his for the millionth time.
He makes love to me fast and hard and I relish every single second of having him inside my body. It feels like the olden days, a few years into our marriage when we couldn’t get enough of each other and we made love almost daily, sometimes even twice a day.
Before infertility reared its ugly head and made having sex a task to be diligently executed every other day. After a while, we decided that having children was just not in the cards for us.
“I watched you dance with him last night, Lisa. I watched the way he looked at you. The hunger in his eyes.”
“But, how—”
“You were too caught up in the moment to even notice what was going on around you. I’ve never seen you look more beautiful, baby,” he whispers, pumping me slowly. Leisurely.
“Tom, it wasn’t like that at all. If you—”
“Shhh, sweetheart, I know lust when I see it. You’ve got the poor schmuck wrapped around your little finger, don’t you? I don’t even want to know what you two talked about. But if you thought even for a minute that this man could taste what I taste, take what I have without branding you first, you were sorely mistaken, my love.” I brace myself against the sink as he ravages me from behind, his thrusts becoming harder and harder. “My naughty little vixen. Dreaming about your boss’s fucking dick. You’ll take my cock like a good girl and you’ll take my cum, too. Nobody’s going to fill up this little cunt with his cum but me, You got it?” He makes every word register, fucking me with deep, punishing thrusts and I revel in his strength and stamina. “You were made for me, darling. Made to take all of me, body and soul, until every cell of yours is filled with me. You and I are fucking one, you hear?” he growls as he spurts inside me, pumping with a slower tempo now.
“I love you,” I whisper into the bathroom mirror, watching his expression change, marveling at his straining muscles and distorted face, and when the tremors of his climax have finally subsided, he cradles me tightly inside his arms.
“Fuck. That was beautiful, Tom. That new cardio you’re doing is working.”
He turns to look at me, a smile blossoming on his face. “You bet. Now you can go to work like the dirty girl you are. Want me to drive you?”
I look at my watch, I’ll probably be a half-hour late if I leave right now, just like he predicted. “Well, yes, I would, sweetie. Thanks for offering.”
His last words echo in my mind and I know he’s right. No matter what happens tonight, my husband owns me, body and soul. I am now ready to accept another man inside me; the second-best man I ever cared so much about and the second man I chose to allow inside my body.