Chapter 14
KAIRO
She's humming, I hear it before I see her as I lean against the doorframe and just watch.
Summer is wearing one of my black T-shirts, the hem brushing the tops of her thighs, her hair twisted up in a messy bun that exposes the back of her neck.
Two coffee cups are on the counter as she moves around my kitchen like she belongs here, barefoot and relaxed.
Fuck.
Not sure what she told the staff, as they would normally be the ones that get us coffee in the morning, but I don’t really care about the reason, I’m just glad they are not here.
A slow, goofy smile spreads across my face because she’s making me coffee, like this is real, that maybe she wants this to be a real marriage.
Fuck.
A primitive warmth settles deep in my chest.
She’s mine.
Not just because I own her, but because she’s choosing to stand in my kitchen in my shirt, humming while she makes me coffee.
She turns and catches me staring, and instead of the usual sharp retort, she smiles a small, almost shy smile.
“Are you going to stand there staring, or do you want your coffee?” she asks, holding out the mug.
I walk over slowly and take it, our fingers brushing against each other. Normally, she would flinch, but today, she doesn’t pull away.
“Black, two sugars,” she says softly.
She remembered. I take a sip, and it’s perfect. I let out a low, satisfied hum. She giggles, actually giggles, and the sound does dangerous things to me.
“Don’t get used to it,” she teases as she turns back to the counter, giving me her back.
Too late.
I set the mug down, step behind her, and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her back against my chest. She leans into me without hesitation, and I press my lips to the side of her neck, breathing her in.
“You have no idea what this does to me,” I murmur against her skin.
“Waking up to you making coffee in my kitchen. Wearing my shirt, looking like you belong here.” My hand slides under the hem of the T-shirt, fingers tracing up her bare thigh, and she shivers but doesn’t stop me.
“I’ve dreamed about this,” I confess, voice low.
“Doing normal mornings, just you and me.”
She tilts her head back against my shoulder as my fingers find her pussy. She’s already wet, and I groan softly as I slide two fingers inside her slowly, curling them gently.
“Kairo …” she breathes, hips rolling back against my hand.
“Shh,” I whisper, kissing her neck. “Just let me feel you while you finish your coffee.”
I finger her slowly, lazily, while she tries to drink from her mug. Her hand trembles slightly, and every time I curl my fingers just right, she lets out a soft, breathy moan.
“You’re so fucking perfect like this,” I murmur against her ear, thumb circling her clit. “My wife, in my kitchen, wet for me while you make me coffee. This is what I’ve wanted for years.”
She whimpers, thighs shaking, and I keep the pace slow and deep, savoring every flutter of her pussy around my fingers.
“Drink your coffee, baby,” I say, nipping her earlobe. “Don’t spill.”
She tries, she really does, but when I press harder on her clit and curl my fingers against that spot, she gasps, the mug shaking in her hand.
I smile against her neck. I fucking love this. “Come for me like this,” I whisper. “While you’re standing in our kitchen, making your husband a coffee, like a good little wife.”
She comes with a soft, broken moan, pussy clenching around my fingers, thighs trembling. I hold her through it, kissing her neck, murmuring how perfect she is, how much I love this version of us. When she finally stops shaking, I pull my fingers out and look at them glistening from her.
She turns around to face me, and I drag my finger along her lip. “Taste what a good little wife you are for me.” Summer opens her mouth and sucks them clean, eyes half-lidded.
I groan at the sight.
“Good girl,” I praise softly. “Now finish your coffee, we’ve got a whole day ahead of us.”
She looks up at me with flushed cheeks and soft eyes, and for the first time, I see what looks a lot like love staring back at me.
And I know I’m never letting this go.
We eat breakfast on the terrace, she sits with her legs tucked beneath her, reading passages aloud from the book she took from the library, between bites of fruit.
I don't hear the words, but I watch her mouth, the way her lips shape each syllable.
The ink is still faintly visible on her inner wrist from yesterday, she hasn't scrubbed it off. Mine. Written on her skin.
"What do you want to do today?" I ask.
She looks up. "Something normal."
"Define normal."
"Cooking dinner together, maybe watching a show with me." She holds my gaze. "You said you wanted that, no agendas, remember."
Fuck, I did.
Last night, something fundamentally changed between us, and I didn’t even realize. She's learning me the way I learned her, and that thought makes my cock twitch and my chest tight at the same time.
“What do you want to do?” she asks.
“I want my cock inside of you all day.”
This makes her giggle again. “I guess that is normal for us.” But the look she gives me says she isn’t opposed to the idea.
“Oh, I’ll fuck you eventually, but today I just … I just want to be inside of you. I want to feel you around me while we hang out. While we read, eat, talk. I want to stay buried inside my wife all day.”
She bites her lip, cheeks flushing. “That’s … why does that sound really dirty?”
“It’s what I want,” I admit. “I’ve wanted normal with you for years. But I also want to be inside you while we have it.”
She’s quiet for a second, then says softly, “If we do that, I’d feel better if there were no staff around. I feel self-conscious when they’re here. Like they know what we’re doing.”
Say no more, my love. I don’t even hesitate. I reach for my phone on the table, type a quick message, and send it. “Done,” I say, setting the phone down. “I sent everyone home except the security team at the gate. No one else will be on the property today, it’s just you and me.”
Her eyes widen slightly, then a small, genuine smile breaks across her face. “Really?”
“Really.” I lean in and kiss her softly. “Whatever makes you comfortable. I want this to feel good for you.”
She looks relieved, happy, even. “Thank you,” she says, throwing her arms around my neck and kissing my cheek.
My cheeks warm, she never initiates anything with me, and I like it.
I pick her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist. “Do you have a book?” She points to the one on the table, I bend and grab it for her on our way to the sun lounges.
I take a seat first, which leads her to straddle me.
“How do you want to do this?” she asks.
“Lie down on whatever side you feel comfortable, and I’ll lie behind you.
” She nods and moves off my lap and curls up on her left side.
I hand her the book before curling myself behind her.
My cock is already fucking hard, it always is around her.
I release it from my pajama pants, lifting her leg to open her up.
She hooks her leg over my thigh, positioning herself open for me, and I run the head of my cock through her folds, which makes us hiss before I slowly slide into her.
I don’t thrust hard even though I want nothing more than to pound her into the lounger, but I’m going to try something different.
“Fuck,” I breathe against her neck, arms wrapping around her waist. “You feel so good like this.” Her warm, tight pussy engulfs my cock completely.
I stay buried deep inside her, savoring the way she pulses around me.
She lets out a shaky exhale and settles back against my chest, her body relaxing into mine.
We fit perfectly like this, spooned on the wide sun lounger, my chest to her back, my cock nestled deep in her cunt with zero intention of moving.
I press a slow kiss to the back of her neck. “This is what I’ve wanted,” I murmur. “Just to be inside you while the world keeps turning. No rush. No fighting. Just feeling you around me all day.”
She shifts slightly, and the small movement makes us both groan. Her pussy clenches around my cock like a warm, wet fist.
“Jesus, Summer …” I tighten my arm around her waist, holding her still. “You keep doing that, and I might break my own rules.”
She laughs softly, the sound vibrating through both of us. “You’re the one who wanted to stay inside me all day.”
“I know.” I kiss her shoulder, then her neck, then the sensitive spot behind her ear. “And I’m going to enjoy every second of it.”
We stay like that for a long time.
I keep one hand splayed possessively over her lower stomach, the other gently stroking her thigh. Every now and then, she clenches around me on purpose, teasing me, and I respond by pressing my hips forward just enough to remind her how deep I am.
She eventually opens the book again and starts reading aloud, her voice soft and a little breathy. I listen with my face buried in her hair, breathing her in, my cock throbbing inside her every time she shifts or sighs.
Halfway through a chapter, she pauses, voice husky.
“Kairo?”
“Hmm?”
“This feels … nice.”
I smile against her skin. “Good, that’s exactly what I want you to feel.”
She reaches back and threads her fingers through my hair, holding me closer, which makes me grind my hips, earning me a moan. “I like this version of us,” she confesses.
Us
My chest tightens as I press deeper into her, not thrusting, just grinding slowly so she feels every inch of me.
“I like this version too,” I murmur. “My wife, who is full of me.”
“Say it again …” She clenches around my cock again, harder this time, and lets out a soft, needy sound.
“My wife …” I kiss her neck as I groan and hold her tighter.
“Again …” she whispers.
I press my lips to the back of her neck and continue to grind my hips forward, pushing my cock just a little deeper inside her without thrusting.