Chapter 32
Brody
She falls back into the bed. Her spine curves, she tips up her chin, opens her mouth and cries out as she climaxes.
Her entire body is a twisting, writhing mass of release.
Fuck. The way she falls apart is the emotion writers have tried to capture with their words over the generations.
It’s beautiful. And touching. And passionate. And very much her.
When she begins to sob, I throw myself on my back and gather her close. “Hey, Siren, are you okay?”
She only cries harder.
She has been through so much emotionally and has kept it together, but perhaps the orgasm was the tipping point.
The thing that pushed her over into sobbing with relief.
If so, I’m glad she’s letting it all out.
I rub her back and run my fingers through her hair in an effort to calm her.
She turns her face into my chest and lets the tears flow.
I hold her until she finally calms down.
“You okay?” I tuck her head under my chin.
“Yeah.” She looks up at me with swollen eyes. “Sorry about that. Didn’t mean to cry all over you.”
“You can cry over me anytime.”
She half smiles, then her chin trembles. She looks like she’s about to break down again.
“Hey, hey. It’s okay. I've got you.”
Another teardrop rolls down her cheek. God, seeing her cry does strange things to my heart. It’s as if she’s feeling too much to be able to put it into words. It’s as if…she’s falling for me.
The way I am for her.
A surge of anticipation floods my body. I want her to want me. I want her to fall for me. Like I have for her.
Though I don’t have the courage to confess my feelings for her yet. Does that make me selfish? Maybe. But I’m going to tell her how I feel.
Just as soon as I’ve got my thoughts together.
“I promise, everything is going to be okay.”
She sniffs, then chuckles. “Somehow, hearing those words is very reassuring, though I know no one can guarantee that. Not even you, the big bad CEO.”
I wipe the moisture from her cheek. “I’m certainly going to try my best to make sure you’re never unhappy again.”
She swallows. “You sound like a real husband.”
“I am your real husband,” I remind her.
“Oh?” She reaches up and brushes her lips over mine. “And are you going to fuck me like a real husband too?”
I throw her on her back. She yelps. I plank over her.
“Is that what you want?”
“Very much,” she whispers, her eyes filling with lust.
I push off the bed and shuck off my shorts. Then I grab the condom I placed on the side of the bed and sheath myself. Climbing on the bed and planting my knees between hers, I fit the swollen head of my cock to her opening.
I stay poised over her until she meets my gaze again.
"That was, incredible," she whispers.
"Just getting started, baby." I punch my hips forward and, in a fluid motion, impale her.
She gasps and throws up a hand, as if looking for support. I grab it, weave my fingers through hers, and twist her arm over her head. I bring up her other arm and lock my fingers around her wrists holding them there.
She wriggles her hips, and I slip in deeper. She groans, her chest rising and falling. Her beautiful pink nipples beckon me. I dip my head and close my mouth around one of them. I bite down gently and am rewarded by a moan.
"Brody." She shudders.
My name from her lips adds fuel to this fire of possessiveness burning inside me. I pinch her other nipple, and her entire body jolts.
"Oh God. Oh God." She squeezes her eyelids shut.
I lick away the redness on her nipple, then slide my hand down her stomach to tweak her clit. I’m rewarded by an aftershock running through her.
Oh, yeah. My wife is the most sensitive there.
Her pussy flutters around my cock, squeezing down. It spikes my desire. Turns my insides to a churning mass of need. My cock lengthens. My balls feel so heavy, I’m sure I’m going to blow any moment.
Fuck, I need to have her right now.
I throw her legs over my shoulders. Then I thrust forward and sink deeper into her. She freezes; a whimper spills from her lips. The sound is a clarion call which causes me to pull back and stay poised at her entrance. "Eyes on me.”
She raises her eyelids, and when our gazes meet, a silence grips me.
A peace.
I’m in the right place. This is where I’m supposed to be.
Between my wife’s thighs. With the snowstorm building up outside.
And with my dick inside her pussy. I angle my hips, push down into the bed with my feet, and thrust forward.
She pants, and the shivers gripping her tell me she’s close. I begin to fuck her in earnest.
I bend over her, making sure to stare deeply into her eyes, keeping her wrists shackled, as I tunnel into her.
She presses her thighs into my shoulders, almost bent in half with how I’ve draped the lower half of her body over me.
I lean in until my lips are positioned over hers, sharing her breath.
Watching the light in her eyes scatter with each thrust of my body into hers.
I own her. Possess her with each plunge of my dick.
I revel in the velvety heat of her pussy sheathing me.
Welcoming me inside of her. The melting cum which drips from between her thighs and rends the air with a sugary sweetness makes my mouth water.
I lick her mouth, tasting that softness which is uniquely my wife.
Then I plunge inside her again, tilting my body enough to brush up against that secret spot inside her. At the same time, I pinch her clit and order, "Come."
She obliges at once. Mouth open, eyes locked with mine, her body heaves and spasms with the onslaught of her climax. She screams, and I swallow down the sound with my mouth on hers. Absorbing it into my body. The way her pussy locks around my cock and milks me as I empty myself into her.
My arms shudder, and my thighs have turned to stone.
I manage to collapse on the side of the bed, our legs entangled, my shoulder brushing hers.
Sweat beads my chest and trickles down my temples.
I’m breathing so hard, it feels like I’ve run for miles.
My heartbeat thunders in my ears. My blood has surely evaporated in the heat we’ve generated.
"Holy fuck," I gasp.
"You can say that again.” Her voice is dazed.
I lift up, balance my head on my elbow and scan her flushed features. Not that I can stop myself from leaning down and kissing her breast. Instantly, her nipple tightens.
"I can’t," she whispers.
"I might give you a short break." I lick the pulse that flutters at her neck, and she shudders. "Of five minutes, maybe."
"What?" She lifts her dazed eyes to my face. "I… I can’t."
I chuckle, then pull out of her.
She does a slow perusal of my body, down my chest, my stomach to where my cock stands half-erect. "Damn, did you take those blue pills?" Her eyebrows shoot up.
"It’s all natural. It’s your nearness, baby. And the fact that all I have to do is reach out and—" I cup her pussy. "Who does this belong to?"
She swallows, a shy smile curving her lips. "You, husband."
Supporting my weight on my elbow, I scoop up some of the moisture from her pussy lips and bring it to my lips. I suck on my finger. "Who does your cum belong to."
"You." Her lips part.
"And these beauties." I bend and kiss, first one nipple, then the other. "Who do they belong to?"
"Only you," she sighs.
I press small kisses up her throat, to her lips, and sip from her mouth. A long, deep, drugging kiss that makes my head spin and has her panting. It urges my cock to full mast. "Fuck." I press my forehead into hers. "I can’t get enough of you."
She frames my face with her hands. "Me neither."
"Good thing we’re not going anywhere for the next few days."
"What do you mean?"
I turn my head to the window, and she follows my gaze. It’s snowing. White powdery flakes are coming down so hard; they obscure the lake and the hills we were able to see earlier.
"Whoa, it’s a snowstorm?"
"Didn’t think it’d come down quite that thick." I slide from the bed, pull off the condom with care, tie it up, and drop it in the bin.
I hold my hand out to her. She takes it, and I pull her to her feet. "We have enough food to last us for at least a week."
"Aren’t we expected back for the new year?"
I shake my head. "Gramps made it clear I should take as long as I need."
"As long as you need for what?"
I allow myself a small smile. "To convince you to become CEO of the company."