Chapter 11
11
A mara
I flip from one side to the other like a tilapia on a frypan.
An hour ago, I came to our bedroom, took a cold shower, put on a buttoned sleep shirt, turned off the lights, and went to bed.
I thought I'd be asleep when he came, but he still hasn't. Unrest is taking over my body as I try to figure out if my tension exists because I want him to join me in bed or not.
Any sane person wouldn't.
I spent the entire day at my mom's. I talked to the doctor, visited with my brother, and watched as the nurses performed a couple of exams to test his cognitive skills.
Tomorrow, he's going to the hospital.
I won't join my mom in this adventure to avoid bringing unwanted attention to my brother. I saw him with eyes open for the first time in years. He made some sounds, and I wish I could understand him, but there was something in his eyes, a wish. He wants to recover, I can tell. And I'll be damned if I don't help him.
Then, of course…
My husband.
Seeing Massimo shirtless was enough to throw me off.
When he had sex with me before, I didn't touch him or explore his body. I didn't want to show I was attracted to him. But now my fingertips itch to caress his muscles, tug at his piercings, and give as good as I get.
A mistake.
Despite what he said, I'm far from safe with him.
Fuck.
This would all be so much easier if he were a foot shorter, a hundred pounds heavier, and had a face that didn't awaken every part of me.
I hear the door open and suck in a breath. Even though the light is off, the moon casts a glow over the carpet. I should’ve shut the balcony curtains. Still, it's not like it's bright or anything. If I look his way, I’ll see an outline but nothing specific. So he can't see me completely. Good.
I pretend to be asleep, which is silly. It isn't wise to close my eyes when I can't see him. Tingles of awareness run up and down my body, and an uncomfortable ache settles between my thighs. I hear him place his phone on the nightstand, then a swish of clothes and the lightest thump on the carpet.
Did he just take off his sweatpants?
My heart jumps like it's in a Cirque du Soleil act.
Amara, please get a grip. A lot rides on my ability to stay focused. If every hormone is hooked on the man with the power to destroy everything, I'm in serious trouble.
Though, the devil on my shoulder chimes in. He's your husband. How strange would it be not to fulfill your wifely duties?
The mattress sags with his weight. I tense, anticipation thrumming in my veins. He scoots closer, and I inhale his scent. Oh, God. His breath teases my neck, along with his nearness and the warmth of his skin. I'm bound to this attraction with an invisible handcuff.
"What are we wearing tonight, rat?" He touches my sleep shirt, fingers caressing the hem above my knees as if studying its length. "No pajama bottoms?"
"Not tonight. They're dirty."
"Dirty. A word I live by," he says, flipping me onto my back. "Do you like to get dirty?"
"Sometimes," I hiss. Wrong answer.
"Look at you… No pajama pants and a glimmer of hope. Improvement."
He reaches for my buttons. After he undoes the first one, he groans and holds both sides of the sleep shirt, tugging them away from each other. The buttons fly through the air, and I moan, surprised. He's not patient.
That brutish behavior would have baffled me at a different time. Now, it only adds to the excitement building inside me.
My nipples are tight, the buzz of lust humming within me. He pulls off the sleep shirt and removes my underwear. When he covers my body with his, I shiver. He's hard and naked, as I suspected.
He picks up my hand and lowers it to his chest. "Touch me, my sexy masseuse. Show me what your hands can do."
Fuck. I'm so turned on that my core is a big ball of fire, exploding and simmering in my bloodstream. He places my palm over his nipple, and I audibly inhale, the sound cutting through the room.
I span my palm over his nipple, the metal rubbing my skin. He's so taut and strong. I tug at the ring, and even though I can't see him, I make out a smile spreading across his face in the dark.
I do the same with the other one, but this time, I slide my pinky into the ring and pull it. He growls, the sound reverberating through me. God, he's so sexy.
I venture my hands lower, brushing his insane abs, muscles carved in place. When I find his cock, it's large and pulses like a wild beast that can't be tamed.
I palm it, the skin warm, the underside veins jumping like they're greeting me. I run my fingers over it, and excitement doubles down, shooting up my wrist and arm. I play with his thick head, tracing the jewel, and earn a groan from him. Hmmm…
I truly enjoy this exploration. Knowing it sends him over the edge arouses me and adds an extra spice. I stroke him up and down. I can't see his facial expression vividly, but the outline of his face, his closed eyes, and the tilt of his head tells me he enjoys what I'm doing.
"That's it, rat," he whispers, switching us around so I'm on top of him. He pushes me until his head is buried between my thighs. "Time to taste your sweet cunt again."
A rush of adrenaline bolts through me.
He laps the flat of his tongue at my pussy, getting down to business as I take his cock in my mouth. Or most of it. He's big, warm, and delicious. I suck him, swirling my tongue around it lazily, eager to explore every inch of him.
He releases a groan of pleasure, the sign I need to know I'm doing it right. His head is nestled between my thighs, and he pushes his tongue into me as far as it will go, his hands anchoring my legs as zings of hot energy surge through me.
"Yes," I say, then moan. Fully aware I shouldn't, but I can no longer pretend. He's driving me crazy. "Yes."
A sexy growl cuts the air as he thrusts three fingers inside me. It’s like I'm made of glass, and a giant ball has wrecked me. Every piece of me shatters, sharp fragments flying everywhere.
The orgasm is glorious, each part of me fully attuned to him, to his touch. I shake, sweat, throb. But I don't stop licking him for a second. I want him to experience the same thing with me. I touch his smooth balls, rolling them between my fingers, playing with them, testing their weight.
I'm still reeling, my ears buzzing, my heart lodged in my throat as he disengages his fingers from my pussy. He focuses on my clit, rolling his tongue over it, then grazing it with his teeth.
I quiver, contracting my inner walls, unsure if I'm ready or can survive more. Snaking his hand around my thigh, he places his index finger, coated with my cream, close to my ass.
I decide to explore his balls, so I lick them, tentatively at first. He shudders, and his thighs tense, letting me know he liked it. Encouraged, I suck his balls, savoring his skin, the smell of musk and fresh soap.
He runs his finger along my ass and slips it in the crack—is he going to do it? I clench my cheeks, surprised. Without a word, he kneads my ass with his other hand, and if his touch is supposed to relax me, it has the opposite effect.
Fire travels through my veins, my entire body on full alert. I want more of him in every capacity. He teases my clit with his mouth, distracting me as my vision blurs with unwavering lust, and eases his finger into my asshole.
An ache of discomfort claims my bottom for a moment. I'm not used to the sensation, but it's not entirely unpleasant. It's… different. Hmmm.
I shift my attention back to his cock, seeing the beads of precum on the head. He's close, too. With that in mind, I take him into my mouth again, tasting, swallowing the sample of what's to come.
His finger is now moving in and out of my ass… and the deeper I slide him down my throat, the faster he fucks my hole.
We're teasing each other relentlessly in a silent competition to see who will come quicker. Sadly, it'll be me.
His thrusting fingers are doing things I didn't think were possible. The friction teases all my nerve endings. His head is still buried in my pussy, licking, sucking, and it’s too much. Too much.
My body contracts. My heart skips momentarily. And the world stops. In a flash, it returns, my heart pounding against my ribcage, my vision dotted, fireworks launching in my body.
I let this incredible sensation ride me, and when I'm half-human again, I resume sucking him. I want to make him experience the same as me, even though that's probably impossible. But the idea fuels me, and I take him deep in my throat, working my muscles as my mouth has never felt this full before.
He thrusts his hips, which deepens the contact. Soon, he’s fucking my mouth, dictating the rhythm. I anchor my palms on his smooth ass cheeks and keep up with his aggressive pace. That's what he needs—and I want him to have it.
His thighs tense, his cock jerks in my mouth, and with it comes his full hot load. I've never done this before, but now the idea of swallowing every drop is as natural as breathing. I can't even explain it. It's like I want every bit of him inside me, even though I shouldn't have it.
Even though it's wrong.
Even though this temporary truce will end the minute he finds out about my brother.