Chapter 16
R ival
I woke and adjusted my eyes to the darkness, feeling momentarily disoriented by the unfamiliar weight against my side. Then I remembered Sailor asked to sleep in my bed last night.
We returned from her parents' house emotionally drained. The dinner had been exactly the minefield I expected. Her father's disapproval was loud and overbearing. Torrance Addison Sr. made it clear he thought his daughter had made a catastrophic mistake and voiced that opinion every fucking chance he could.
I didn’t care about his opinions, which I made clear, but the night was still heavy. So by the time I climbed into bed and Sailor appeared in my doorway with Hippo clutched to her chest looking drained and vulnerable, I decided I could survive the night with a hard dick if it meant lifting some of that weight off my wife’s shoulders.
I pulled back the covers and welcomed her into my space. She eased in beside me, leaving some distance, but during the night she gravitated toward me and now her head rested on my chest, her arm was draped across my waist, and her breathing was deep and even, like she was perfectly content.
The weight of her on me felt right. Natural. She belonged there. I wanted her. I studied my wife’s sleeping face. Without the mask she wore during most days, she looked more peaceful. I gently brushed the hair from her face, being careful not to wake her.
This damn woman bulldozed her way into my life, or more accurately, drunkenly signed away a year of her life to be with me and was slowly becoming something more than just a legal obligation. The way she defended me to her father and the vulnerability she was showing proved she trusted me in her life and in her space. Hell, she found comfort in my bed last night after the clusterfuck of a family dinner. Sail’s walls were slowly crumbling.
She stirred against me and sighed in her sleep before inching closer. Her leg shifted and tangled with mine under the sheet and I felt my body starting to respond. I tried to focus on anything but the heat from her skin against mine, which had my dick swelling, but I failed miserably.
Having Sailor this close triggered memories of the night I married her. My dick, her mouth, her pussy, my mouth, and all the other stuff in between. I'd been celibate by choice for years, building my business, focusing on myself, and then she crashed into my life with a proposition I couldn’t refuse. Even though whatever the hell we were had begun under unusual circumstances, there was no denying the attraction between us. I fell hard and fast and wasn’t resisting. I raked a hand down my face, exhaled a sigh, and closed my eyes, accepting that I was fucking gone over this woman. My wife…
I must have dozed off again because the next thing I knew, sunlight was streaming through the windows, and Sailor was up now, watching me. Her chin was propped on my chest and she was smiling in that way that let me know I was in trouble.
"Morning.”
"Morning." She didn't move away, just continued grinning at me. "You talk in your sleep."
"Do I?”
She nodded and her smile expanded.
“What did I say?"
"My name. A few times."
I chuckled and she shifted, sliding one of her legs up my body so her pussy was pressed against my thigh.
"Dreams can become reality." Her hand moved down to my waist and over my dick.
“We’re supposed to be working on this marriage outside of the physical but..."
"But?"
"After last night, I think we both deserve to switch things up a little."
"Oh thank God because I need some really good orgasms, like now."
I laughed, shaking my head. “I got you.”
I tilted my head and kissed her. It started slow, with me exploring, but quickly deepened.
Her hand gripped my dick firmly and stroked me roughly before I hooked my arm under her and moved us until she was under me.
Clothes were tossed to the floor, then Sail was on her back, wearing nothing but that damn look that made my chest tight and my dick hard at the same time. When I started moving down her body, her legs shifted open just enough to invite me in.
I let my eyes drag over every inch of her, appreciating the curve of her thighs, the dip in her waist, and the fullness of her breasts. My wife was so fucking sexy.
“You’re staring and not moving.”
“You’re mine, Sail. I can do what the fuck I want with you.”
I moved my fingers up the inside of her thigh, slow and light. Just enough to make her muscles tense and her hips jerk.
“I want to learn you all over again and I want you to learn what it feels like for me to handle your body. I want to remember your reactions. Every place you like to be touched and every sound you make when I’m in control.”
“Then touch me and stop stalling.”
I smirked and got to work.
I started at her ankle, kissing my way up her calf, her knee, the inside of her thighs. When I reached her pussy, I paused, letting my mouth hover.
She tensed and lifted her hips. “Rival…”
“Chill, Sail. I got you.”
I spread her open with both hands and went in.
The first lick made her gasp. The second made her moan, and fuck, this was perfection. I dragged my tongue up her slit incredibly slow and circled it with the tip until her thighs started to tremble.
She tasted like fucking home .
I gripped her thighs tighter and buried my face, devouring that pussy like she was the only meal I ever needed. She moaned my name, gripped my head, and ground against my mouth while I licked, sucked, and enjoyed my wife’s pussy.
“Oh fuck. Rival…right there…more…”
I gave her everything, tongue, lips and fingers, until she was shaking under me and her orgasm pushed through her in hard waves.
When I pulled back I smirked at her half-lidded eyes and chest rising and falling like she just ran a marathon. But before she could catch her breath, she was up and pushed me onto my back.
“My turn.” She leaned down to kiss me but then her mouth traveled lower. I propped myself on my elbows and watched as she licked the length of my dick. Slow. Purposeful. Her tongue flicked over the tip before she took me into her mouth, inch by inch, with her hand stroking what she couldn’t fit.
“Shit…”
She moaned around me and I almost fucking lost it. Her eyes met mine as she bobbed her head, smiling around me while her tongue worked in rhythm with her fist. No fucking mercy.
It was messy and beautiful and mine.
When I gritted my teeth and grabbed her wrist, she smiled, let me go, and crawled back up my body.
“You gonna fuck me now, husband ?”
I flipped her over and pushed between her thighs. “I’m definitely going to fuck you now.”
“Promise?”
That was it.
I slid into her in one hard thrust and we both moaned. She was tight, warm, and soaked from my mouth on her pussy, making it easier for me to slam into her. I fucked her hard, like I needed her to feel me for days. My hips jerked forward and my hand wrapped around her throat with gentle pressure while I dug in that pussy.
“You feel that?” I growled in her ear.
“Shit, yes, I do…”
“Mine, Sail. All mine.”
“Yours. Definitely yours…”
I slammed into her, deeper and faster. Her nails dug into my back and her mouth dropped open when I hit that spot that made her fall apart.
And she did.
Her body clamped around me and she cried out, shaking under me, helpless to the orgasm I pulled from her like it was mine to take. I chased my own release right behind her, grunting her name as I spilled inside her with my hips landing hard one last time.
When my weight pressed into her, I was still breathing heavy as hell, my heart was pounding in sync with hers against her chest, but my dick was still very much hard. Sail lifted her head and smiled.
“I’m not done yet.”
I brushed my mouth over hers. “Good because I’m not either.”