Chapter Thirty-Three
Aiden
It’s later that night when we sit together on the sofa, just like we have every other night.
But this isn’t like every other evening, tonight I’m done with tiptoeing around my feelings.
I gave her space and she did what I’d always hoped: she came to me.
Lyndsey kissed me. Hell, she kissed me as though it was the last thing she would ever do.
Another episode of Real Housewives plays on the TV but I’m not keeping up with the drama.
My eyes keep slipping to my wife. Her satin PJs and hair thrown into a bun, she looks so at home and comfortable.
She looks breathtaking. I love her more like this than when she is all dressed up, not because I don’t appreciate the effort but because I know she doesn’t let everyone see her like this.
When she is around other people there is a mask in place, armour to protect herself from scrutiny, but with her sitting on the other end of the sofa she is completely at ease.
I hate that I’m not touching her. So I do. I reach over and pull her hand into mine, twining our fingers together. I don’t know what Lyndsey sees when she looks over at me but her brows furrow in confusion.
“You okay?” she asks, rubbing her thumb over the back of my hand. I notice the size difference, how small and delicate her fingers seem compared to my callused hands.
“Can’t a man admire his wife?” I ask, laughing and pulling her hand up to my lips, leaving a kiss on her pale skin. She laughs then. A beautiful sound full of light.
“I love it when you call me that.” She sighs when her laughter fades, squeezing my hands tighter.
“What? My wife?” When she just nods, I pull her along the sofa until I’m sharing her space: cuddling her into my side, throwing my arm over her shoulder and kissing the crown of her head.
The little sigh of contentment she releases paints a smile on my face.
“I never thought I’d get to kiss you, never mind call you my wife. I’m going to say it every damn day.”
Her head whips around so she can look me in the eye. I think she is looking for a lie but she won’t find one. Even if she wants a divorce, I’ll always think of her as my wife. After a moment her eyes melt and her lips split into a coy smile.
“That’s really sweet,” she whispers. Needing her to know how serious I am I pull her up onto my lap. She straddles my thighs and links her hands over the back of my neck so we are eye to eye.
“Why are you still sleeping in the guest room?” I do what I can to keep my voice light, but with her sitting on my lap this way there are a million dirty thoughts racing through my mind.
That’s why I want to know why she isn’t sleeping with me, I want to wake up with her in my arms. If that leads to some great morning sex then that’s a bonus.
“I didn’t know I had another choice.” She shakes her head slightly, but I see every emotion in her wide eyes. Her confusion is obvious and it makes my heart stutter in my chest.
“You should be sleeping in my bed, our bed” I tell her, cradling one side of her face in my hand. I want to be connected to her in every way, each inch of my skin that isn’t touching her feels like a waste.
“You never asked.” She shrugs, but there feels like there is something she is holding back. There is a wall coming between us but I refuse to let it, I want her to know exactly how much I want her.
“Darlin’, you’re going through a lot. I’m not going to push you to sleep beside me if you need space.
” I bring my other hand up to her face so she is locked in with me.
I want her to look into my eyes and see me completely.
“You were basically forced to stay married to me, a guy you weren’t even dating; then all the blackmail stuff.
I wanted you to have a choice. I wanted you to choose me, not because of circumstance but because you wanted me. ”
I won’t be another example of someone demanding things from her.
“Aiden…” She pauses, clearly not sure if she is ready to give a voice to what she is feeling. I give her time and after taking a deep breath to steady herself she continues, “I thought you regretted it. That you only wanted me in Texas because of the high emotions.”
“Fuck, darlin’, does this feel like I don’t want you?
Does the fact I’ve had the damn divorce papers hidden in my drawer for weeks feel like I don’t want you?
” I pull her hips down so she sits tighter against me, my hard cock pressed against her centre.
Her eyes widen, her breath hitches and she bites her lip, not looking away from my face.
The sight of her so flustered makes me even needier for her.
I let her take in what I have just said, let her come to terms with the fact I have been keeping a secret from her.
But instead of getting mad she looks at me with tears in her eyes.
For a second I panic, but she grips my face in her hands, smiling at me.
“You have them? But you didn’t make a move.
I was scared you only wanted me because I was there at the right time.
” Her breath hitches and her voice goes up a notch.
Still she holds me tighter, and I can see a little bit of hope behind her eyes, as if she was worried that I still want out of this marriage.
“I won’t make that mistake again. I didn’t tell you about them because I didn’t want you to sign them.
You are who I’m choosing, only you. Always you.
” This time I kiss her, sliding my hands around until they are buried in her hair.
I’m hungry for her, it has been days of her being in my space without actually really having her.
Lyndsey pushes down even harder against me and we both groan at the contact.
I’m so desperate for her that I might come in my pants like a damn teenager but I can’t find it in me to slow down or to care.
She must not care either because she rocks herself back and forth, rubbing her pussy over me, not stopping to break our kiss.
Our tongues battle but we are too wrapped up to care when our teeth bump against each other.
I bring one hand down onto my wife’s hip, guiding her over me.
Her fingers pull at my hair, making me moan, and I feel her smile against my lips, happy with how crazy she makes me.
I’ll show her just how crazy I am for her.
Lifting my hips, I push our bodies closer together and finally pull my lips from hers.
She pouts but I ignore it, dropping down to the soft skin on her neck.
Her pulse thunders under my kiss and it is my turn to smile.
Taking one of her hands out of my hair she takes her breast into her hand, massaging and squeezing the soft flesh.
God, she is so fucking hot, taking what she needs from me.
With my lips on her neck and her hand on her tits she starts to shake above me.
Gasping out my name, all of her muscles stiffen and even through our clothes I can feel her orgasm.
Once she catches her breath, she drops her head onto my chest but we aren’t done yet.
Standing with her still wrapped around me Lyndsey squeals, making me laugh.
I carry her up the stairs, not stopping until I get to the foot of my bed, but she keeps her face buried in my shirt until I drop her onto the mattress.
“God, you are so fucking sexy,” I groan.
She lies out in front of me with a dark wet patch on her satin PJs.
Evidence of how much she enjoys what we just did.
When realising where I’m looking, she tries to bring her legs together.
I put one knee onto the edge of the bed, using both of my palms to open her up again.
Sliding my hands up the shining fabric I run my eyes over her flushed skin and I don’t think I’ll ever let her sleep in a different bed again.
If she wants to go to the guest room, I’ll be going there with her because the image of my wife flushed and ready for me on my sheets is a masterpiece.
Hooking my hands into the top of her trousers I pull them down to find her naked underneath. No panties to hide her swollen, wet skin. My tongue darts out to wet my lips but I must be going too slow for my darling wife because she whips off her shirt to bare her completely naked body to me.
She needs to find a way to have some patience, and an idea pops into my head. My wife wants to come, I want something in return.
“Here’s how this is going to go, darlin’, I’m going to eat you out. But you can’t come,” I tell her, and instantly I see anger race through her.
“What? Why not?” She gasps when I grip her waist and pull her down to the edge of the bed, her ass hanging over the side slightly.
“I had to wait for you to be ready to share my bed, you have to wait until I’m ready to give you pleasure.
” Ignoring her protests, I settle on my knees before her.
Placing her legs over my shoulders, I look up at her one last time.
“And when you do come, when I make you see stars, you are going to scream out for your husband.”
I start slow, lapping at her soft skin. Not staying in one place too long, I lick and kiss the inside of her thighs, nipping the skin and rubbing my stubble there.
She writhes below me, trying to get me to move where she wants, but I keep my cool.
My dick strains against my sweatpants but I ignore it for now, needing to bring her to the highest heights.
My fingers dig into her soft hips hard enough to bruise but it is one of the ways I’m keeping myself in check.
I won’t give her what she wants, not yet.
I need her to be weak for me, completely at my mercy.
Show her exactly how she makes me feel every day just by existing.
Moving my lips back over her centre I lick her from top to bottom, tasting the proof of her earlier orgasm.
The tangy taste makes me moan. My tongue pushes inside her and I hear her breath shudder above me.
She weaves her fingers in my hair, holding me tight against her, but I’m stronger than her.
I pull myself away completely, much to her dismay.
“Please, Aiden. I need it,” she whines, and her hands flop at her side.
“I know you do, darlin’, but you can take more,” I tell her, keeping my hands on her calves.
I massage the muscles then inch them up higher, slowly massaging her legs until my fingers skim her pussy again.
She flinches under me, so tense with anticipation, but I keep moving upwards until I’m massaging her breasts, ignoring the way her thighs push together trying to find release.
I settle my weight over her to kiss her lips, red from where her teeth have dug into them.
She always looks so worked up and it hits me that it hasn’t just been me waiting for this. Lyndsey has wanted me just as much as I want her and we have been denying ourselves for no reason.
That won’t fly any more.
“Tell me you’ll move into the master suite with me,” I whisper against her lips, and instantly she starts nodding, not leaving any room for confusion.
“Yes, God, just please let me come,” she moans, and I smile down at her with a wolfish tilt.
“Tell me I can throw the divorce papers away.” I nudge her nose with mine, ghosting my lips over hers but refusing to kiss her yet.
“You can burn them for all I care. Please, Aiden.”
My smile is blinding as I fist my fingers into her hair, kissing her with reverence.
Kissing down her body again I don’t stop until I’m between her thighs.
This time I don’t hold anything back. Using two fingers I push inside of her and curve them until I hit that spot inside, making her moan out louder than before.
Taking her clit between my lips I suck lightly, keeping steady pressure until she yells out my name.
Moving between kissing and sucking at her skin I slip in a third finger, stretching her around me.
Her wetness soaks my hand and I know she is close.
My dick leaks in my pants and I can’t put myself off any longer.
Pulling myself out I wrap my spare hand around my length, pumping in time with the way my fingers pump into her.
The fact I held off this long should make me a saint but with the feeling of need I’m experiencing I may be going straight to hell.
With every swipe of my tongue her voice comes out louder and louder until I’m sure, if we had neighbours, they would be calling in a disturbance.
Her body thrashes under me and my dick throbs in my hand.
I know she is close and I want to come with her, tightening my fist around myself I pump harder as I suck her clit between my lips again.
With a final loud scream Lyndsey comes with my name on her lips, just like I told her to.
She can be so obedient when she wants to be.
The taste of her and the sound of her wetness around my fingers is what pushes me over the edge.
We come as one, me on my own hand and her against my face.
It is the best meal I have ever and will ever eat.
Using all the energy I have left, I heave myself onto the bed and pull her pliant body up with me until we are settled against the pillows. Lyndsey throws her leg over my hip and her warm breath puffs against the sweaty skin of my neck.
It doesn’t take long until her breath evens out and she falls into a deep sleep against my bare chest. This is how we should have ended every night since we came back and I won’t make that mistake again.
If she needs space, she will tell me, but until she does, I’m going to make my wife happy in every way.
In bed but also in our day-to-day. I’ll continue to drive her around and make her breakfast, I’ll listen to her stories about work and I’ll show her my love in a million little ways.
I fall asleep with one last thought in my head: I will prove to her that this is it for me. She is it for me.