17. Ares
A res~
I knew that I was acting unhinged, and if Capri never forgave me for this, it’d be hard to blame her. Nevertheless, I wasn’t going to stop until she understood that she was the only woman in my life and that there’d never be anyone else for either of us.
I also didn’t care that we’d been interrupted. While Capri’s privacy was very important to me, us getting caught didn’t bother me. Capri was my wife, I was her husband, and I was leaving her for three days, something that was still bothering me enough to ignore her wishes.
Driven with a need that I’d never felt before, I let go of Capri’s neck, pulled out of her, then flipped her onto her back. Not giving her any time to protest, I hooked her legs over my shoulders, then grabbed her thighs, making sure to hold them firmly in my grip.
With her scent invading my nostrils, I dropped to my knees, then swiped my tongue through her pussy lips, her release like ambrosia to all my senses.
I drank from her like her pussy was the elixir of life, and I didn’t stop, knowing that this was the last taste that I was going to get for the next three days.
In fact, if she didn’t hate me so much right now, I’d try to convince her to go with me.
After all, as chauvinistic as it sounded, she really didn’t need to work.
I also took it as a good sign that Capri’s hands were tangled in my hair, rather than trying to bash my brains in with a stapler or screaming the house down with her newfound freedom.
Her legs were spread wide, her back kept arching, and she was moaning with pleasure, though she was doing her best to try to keep it down.
Feeling confident in not needing to hold her down anymore, I freed one of her thighs, then used my hand to slide two fingers inside my wife’s pussy, my tongue on her clit, her fingers tightening in my hair as her hips moved to help me get her to where we both wanted her.
“Ares...” she whimpered.
“Cum on my face, baby,” I ordered. “I want to taste you on my tongue for the rest of the day.”
Capri moaned, and it hit my ears with hope.
While our marriage hadn’t started out as a love match, I wanted her to love me eventually.
I wanted her to feel what she made me feel, and I wanted it to be real.
I wanted what we felt for each other to be real, and I wanted her to need me just as much as I was coming to need her.
“Don’t stop...” she begged. “Please...Ares...”
Though it wasn’t anything that we’d explored before, I was leaving for three days, and I wanted Capri to miss me while I was gone. So, removing my fingers from her pussy, I licked my way down to her ass, then tongue-fucked her as her hands yanked on my hair to the point of pain.
“Oh, God...” she panted. “Oh...Ares...oh, God...”
After making sure that she was wet enough, I slid my tongue back up to her clit, then slid my fingers back in her pussy while adding a third one in her ass.
The grip that she had on my fingers had my dick leaking at the tip, and sooner rather than later, I was going to fuck that tight hole of hers, and she was lucky that she was at work, or else it’d be now.
“Good girl,” I praised as she spread her legs farther apart. “Take my fingers, baby. Let me stretch you out before I make you take this dick again.”
“Ares...” she cried out, her voice definitely vibrating through her office door as she finally came all over my face and fingers, her spasms nearly making me cancel my trip. “Oh, God...”
Needing to be inside her again, I pulled my fingers from her body, stood up, hooked her legs over my elbows, then shoved my dick back inside her cunt with one thrust. I watched as Capri threw her arm over her mouth, stifling her cries, though there was no need at this point.
Honestly, the shit falling off her desk was making more noise than we were.
I started railing into her pussy, but it wasn’t enough.
I needed Capri with me, whether she realized it or not.
So, letting go of her left leg, I reached underneath her, grabbed the back of her neck, then forced her upward until her lips met mine.
I kissed her with a deep need, letting her taste herself on my lips.
She was also kissing me back, and that gave me hope again.
No matter what was happening in the real world around us, if we could still connect like this, then there was hope.
Now, while sex wasn’t everything, it was still something that we could build from.
“You’re mine, Capri,” I said after breaking off the kiss, though our lips were still touching. “You’re mine, and I’m yours. There is no one else, baby. There will never be anyone else, and all you have to tell me is what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”
Capri wrapped her arms around my neck in a bid to hold on, and that was answer enough for me. I didn’t need the words right now. I didn’t need any words from her right now. I just needed her to accept what was between us, and I’d work on the rest later.
“Ares, don’t stop...” she begged, but before I could assure her that I wasn’t going to, she was already cumming for me again, soaking my cock with just how much she wanted me. “Oh, God...”
Even though I wanted this to last for the rest of the day, I knew that we needed to get back to reality.
So, squeezing the back of her neck to keep her in place, I started slamming into her harder, making the entire desk move with the force of my thrusts, and it wasn’t a few seconds later that I was cumming inside my wife, letting her feel just how wrong she’d been about other women in my life.
Except for our harsh breaths, we stayed silent until my dick began to soften, a regrettable sign that it was time to let her get back to work, and an also unpleasant reminder that I was leaving this woman for three fucking days.
Slowly pulling out of her, I quickly stuck my hand between her legs, then smeared our mess all over her. Unless she went home to shower and change, she was going to smell like me for the rest of the day, and after what she accused me of, I preferred it that way.
“Are you done marking your territory?” she asked icily, and all it did was make me smirk.
“Are you done coming at me with bullshit?” I countered. “Because if you’re not, I can keep this up until my flight takes off.”
Capri placed her hands on my chest, pushed me backwards, then hopped off her desk. “I need my underwear.”
“For what?” I asked as I began putting myself back together. “They’re useless.”
“Because I’m not going to walk around here without them on, Ares, “she snapped. “Despite what you think of me, I’m not like that.”
“What I think of you?” I echoed as I cocked my head, her comment giving me pause.
“Yeah,” she bit out. “After what just happened, it’s rather obvious.”
“What? Gina?”
“Just forget it, Ares,” she sighed. “Seriously.”
I wanted to push the issue, but we just didn’t have the time to get into it right now. Plus, since she was still pissed and unconvinced about my intentions, there’d be no point in discussing it when it was obvious that we’d get nowhere while emotions were still running high.
“I’m leaving this afternoon,” I told her as I straightened my tie. “I should be landing around seven, and by the time I check in, it might be close to nine.” Capri didn’t bother acknowledging me while she tried to fix her ripped panties. “Did you hear me?”
Finally looking up at me, she said, “Yes, I heard you.”
Despite being satiated, anger reappeared, though not as brightly as before I’d been inside her. “I will be calling you every night, and I expect you to answer. Understood?”
“Why?”
That had me scowling. “What in the hell do you mean, why?”
“Why are you going to call me?” she asked, and it surprised me that she looked genuinely earnest about her question.
“To talk to you,” I snapped, pissed off all over again. “To ask you about your fucking day. To see if you need anything. To check in on you. For all the reasons that spouses call each other, Capri.”
“I’m thirty-eight, not thirteen,” she drawled out. “I’ve also lived on my own for the past twenty years, so I don’t need you checking in on me, Ares. Whatever I need, I can handle myself.”
I was going to fucking strangle this goddamn woman.
I grabbed her chin between my fingers again. “You better answer your fucking phone,” I repeated. “Do not make me have to fly back here, Capri. It won’t work out in your favor if I do.”
“Are you finished?” she asked coolly as she jerked her chin from my grasp.
I shook my head, never having felt this frustrated in all my fucking life. “When I get back, you and I are going to sit down and have a long talk about what’s really going on between us, and neither of us are going to see daylight until we sort this shit out.”
“Whatever you say,” she replied haughtily.
I wanted to kill Drummond Cohen, but I also owed him. After all, if not for his bullshit, then Capri never would have agreed to marry me, and now that I had her, I couldn’t imagine life without her.
In fact, I refused to be without her.