Chapter 6
SIX
Alex
She steps forward, her feet falling soft on the thick rug. Pulling back the covers, she gazes over me, stopping at my waist.
She crawls onto the bed but doesn’t lie down.
Instead, she moves her hand to my belt buckle, deftly sliding the leather out of its fastening.
My breath feels hot against my own skin as she uses both hands to undo the top button of my jeans, my dick swollen and pulsing right beneath her touch.
The tip, thick and angry, is wedged between the band of my briefs and my abdomen.
I wasn’t expecting to have this reaction, but when she’s close to me and she uses that voice, I can’t not start to feel something stirring. Thawing.
Moving over me, she grabs onto both sides of my pants and pulls, bringing them down my legs, then sliding them off, throwing them to the floor on my side of the bed.
As she glides off of me, dragging her heat against, then away from me, I have this insane need to pull her over and push that sweet and soft mouth around my cock.
Fuck. I’m not supposed to be thinking those thoughts about my wife, though.
“C-can I do anything for you?” she whispers, still somewhat over me. No longer straddling me, but not lying down yet, either.
So badly, I want to answer. I want to tell her to make me feel better. To give me her body. I want her lithe frame and big breasts bouncing for me. God, how I want it. But I’m not supposed to.
I shake my head. My dick throbs, and she swallows heavily.
Lying down beside me, she rolls over, her face no longer in view of mine. And that’s good. I need that. I just need someone beside me to sleep, nothing more. After tonight, I won’t be caught dead in her room. Ever again.
It’s still dark when I wake. But after years of night missions and working abroad, my sleep has never returned to fully functional. Spending the entirety of yesterday asleep and most of the night, my body has had enough.
It takes a couple of minutes for my eyes to adjust, but eventually, I see the covers pulled down to our waists and Emma’s shirt riding up to just below the swell of her breasts.
Fuck me.
The swath of creamy skin, the neatly trimmed strip of hair peeking out from the sheet. She’s unknowingly luring me to bury myself in her and never look back.
Fuck, it was only two days ago I planned on dying. Why should I deny myself any final pleasures?
Jess.
Yeah, but somehow, I don’t doubt Jess will get her kicks off without me. And more than likely, it’ll be with Damian, the man I thought was my best friend. Still probably is. It’s just different now. Because he had her first.
No one had had Emma, though. No one I knew, at least, and a desire so insatiable rose within me to have this one thing that seemed to like me. Seems to want to make me feel better. Wants to be here. And the thawing in my chest tells me I want her to be here, too. To make me feel better.
I reach down, feeling the engorged rod between my legs begging for attention. I look at Emma, sleeping with a hand in her hair. The ringlets of blonde curls are splayed out behind her, and I stroke myself once — a tease.
Emma shifts at the motion.
I stroke again, tempting fate.
And she rolls towards me. Flickering eyes find mine immediately, then startle when she realizes she’s placed a hand right against her bare cunt, holding it there tightly. Without an ounce of shame, though, she slides the hand out from between her thighs and places it on my bare chest.
“Do you need something?” she whispers into the dark, her words heavy.
This time, I nod.
And we reach for each other at the same time. It’s not fast, just a slow gravitational pull towards each other. My mouth finds her neck, her leg slips up to drape over my hip, her hands find my hair and then play behind my ear while my beard rubs against her chest.
Slipping a hand between us, her fingers trail up and down my rigid length.
“Alexander,” she says on a soft exhale as her hips grind closer, slowly seeking friction.
“Say it again, Emma,” I say back into her neck as she does this thing with her fingers, flicking against the sensitive, throbbing head, making me shudder. What the fuck is she doing to me?
“Alexander,” she says one more time. “Let me do something just for you…”
I pull away from her slightly. “You’ll regret it otherwise,” she says, placing a hand on my chest and pushing. Something in the back of my mind says I won’t, though, and I shake my head.
“You will,” soft as sin, her voice. “Let me just…take care of you.” Fuck. I wish she would. I wish she’d fuck me. The thought is confusing.
“Stand up,” she commands, still using the soft voice.
So I do, and she follows, bringing my briefs to the floor as she moves to kneel before me, then peeling off her own shirt.
Her breasts bouncing as she settles on her knees in front of me has me feeling like a teenager who’s never been touched. Every inch of me seems to feel the heat of anticipation.
“I need you to ask me nicely.” Her big blue eyes look up at me, demanding. She sits there, leaning back against her heels, her palms splayed flat on her toned thighs, and she says, “Ask me nicely.”
And I-I’m fucking stumped. I’ve never been with anyone who’s commanded me; it was always the opposite. She isn’t harsh about it, though, and the internal thoughts wage war.
“Please, Emma. Would you please put my cock in your mouth?” She nods, satisfied with the ask, then moves forward.
Dropping her mouth open and gathering saliva, she lets her tongue lay flat, the visual insanely erotic. With one hand at the root of my cock, she drags my head over her velvety surface, and my hips thrust without permission. I almost fucking apologize when she stops and looks at me.
And then her tongue is back, and this time it swirls while her hand pulls. And then she’s releasing my cock to suck one of her fingers before wrapping her lips around my length once more.
I grunt, seeing those sweet lips that say only soft and soothing words wrapping up my dick and tugging at me. She makes eye contact again and then slides the finger she just sucked behind me.
Oh, fuck. I’m about to tell her to stop because I don’t like that, but then the pressure is there, from behind and in front, where she has me nearly touching her throat, and I want to cry.
I reach down to fist her hair, and she moans against me.
Taking the opportunity, she slides the finger out, then in, and I can’t help but thrust, feeling my fucking legs tremble.
She would bring me to my goddamn knees.
She licks up and down my shaft, then sucks me all the way to the back, and just when I think the feeling can’t get better, she slides another digit into my ass, and I lose it. Bucking my hips, spraying my seed against her throat that vibrates under another moan.
I can’t think. I can’t see.
But here she is, massaging my balls and slamming two fingers into my backside as her mouth sucks me dry.
She fucked me. Royally.
Loosening my grip on her hair, I run a hand down and over her head in appreciation.
I needed exactly that. And she gave it to me.
I want to give her something, too.
“Stand up,” this time I command, and she rises to stand right in front of me, her nipples grazing my bare chest.
Before I can talk myself out of it, I drop my head, and she comes up, our mouths locking.
Her soft tongue brushes against mine sensually.
Slowly. She tastes sweet, but also, like me, it’s somehow familiar and yet foreign.
Gripping the back of her head, I fight against the need to deepen it.
To throw caution to the wind and consume her.
There’s a new voice, different, saying, Do it.
Disregarding the voice, I kiss her with a hand on her waist and a hand in her hair, feeling overwhelming gratitude. There’s a certain comfort about the feel of our mouths against one another. That nagging familiarity. Soft. Calm.
Whether she realizes it or not, this isn’t something I give away to anyone. She’s only the second woman I’ve ever done this with.
I focus on letting her feel my appreciation. Hoping she knows that I’m not using. I don’t want to use her like this. Even if I did before, I don’t feel that way now.
Deep strokes with my tongue send shivers down her arms. Her nipping at my lip has my dick bouncing back to life, a burn growing down deep. She strokes at my jaw gently before pulling away.
Don’t go, the new voice pleads.
“You’ll regret it,” she says ominously before walking away from me. I look down at my dick, standing at hard attention again, ready to slide between and deep within her. I’m still feeling the high of what we just had. I’m feeling like maybe I just need this one thing, and it will fix me.
Confused, I follow her into the en suite bathroom, turning on the light switch.
“Regret what?” I ask her back as she washes her hands in the sink.
Our eyes lock in the mirror as she says, “Fucking me, Alex.”
Emma
He would regret it, sooner or later, because he was a man possessed — and not by me. I know that. If he took my body like he wanted to right now, I know he’s the type of man who would regret it in the end.
A lot of people wouldn’t, but he would.
I, on the other hand, will probably regret not feeling him. Never knowing what it would be like for Alexander Palomino to claim me. To have my husband consummate this thing between us. The hit of sadness surprises me.
I turn off the light in the bathroom after I dry my hands, leaving him standing there. His dick is still hard and standing up, and I want it inside me with each throbbing pulse at the apex of my thighs…but protecting myself is the only thing I’m half decent at.
Putting up walls where necessary and drawing boundaries are things I’ve gotten good at so that no matter what happens, I’ll be okay.
I will be.
I throw on a pair of leggings and my thickest pair of socks — not that they’re thick enough — then reach for Blanks’ sweater, my ring snagging the yarns again.