CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Lorelei
Yes, I am addicted to Desmond. That has to be the only reason why I can’t stop thinking about how much I want him buried deep within me.
I had expected the sexual tension from back in the stairway to dissipate, but I was wrong.
The moment we step into the apartment, Desmond draws me into a passionate kiss.
His hungry lips move against mine, and he groans into my mouth as his hands wrap around my waist, pushing me even closer into him.
His hands on my body just feel so right, and the feeling of my tits pressed against his chest intoxicates me. He tastes just like the champagne from earlier, and he continues to explore my mouth as I try to match his pace.
“Ohhhh, Desmond,” I slowly say, my voice begging with need.
“I know, Lorelei. I know,” he whispers into my ear as we kiss again, the two of us making our way towards the stairs.
I am not exactly sure how we managed to pull ourselves into the bedroom, but by the time we get there, we’re both almost naked with only my panties on, while Desmond is down to his boxer briefs.
My eyes drift to the tent in his boxers, a desperate need gnawing at me.
I can’t wait to feel the delight of his cock deep within me, pleasuring and driving me to the very edge of ecstasy.
“Lorelei,” Desmond mutters as he pushes me into the bed.
The way his eyes ravish me and something about being wanted with so much hunger and desire from Desmond, my husband, makes me feel on top of the world.
I expect him to dive straight in, to tease me as he usually does, but Desmond changes things up.
He leans right over and kisses my jawline, his lips electrifying the nerves close to my face.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs as he traces his kisses down to my neck.
Each gesture, each kiss feels like pure torture, my entire nerves stretched thin as I anticipate where he will touch and kiss next. My shoulders, then my shoulder blades, and finally, he makes his way to my tits.
A moan slips out of my lips as he takes my left nipple into his mouth.
His teeth gently graze it, an act that makes my back arch as my entire body tingles with pleasure.
He attends only to one nipple, needing the other sore and begging for attention.
When he finally switches to my right nipple, I am dripping wet.
The sensation of his attention drives me crazy as his hands lift my tits, and he gently rubs them as if they are the most precious thing in the world.
He wouldn’t have a problem sliding into me, but Desmond isn’t ready to claim me yet.
No, he continues down to my belly, his kisses tingling my nerves as he makes his way down to my navel.
Finally, his attention lands on my thighs.
I have read of men who would worship women’s bodies, and at that moment, I understand how that feels, as Desmond is literally worshipping my entire body. My line of thought is disrupted as Desmond spreads my thighs, his face settling just right beneath.
“Perfection,” Desmond mumbles as his face leans right over my pussy.
Before I can answer, his tongue touches me.
A low, slow flat that starts right from the bottom and makes its way to the top.
My folds part, gathering my weakness as pleasure courses through my veins.
Desmond gets right to work, his tongue circling my clit with precision before he sucks on it gently.
“Ohhh. Yes, Desmond,” I finally break, unable to hold myself back.
He understands my body. No, that is an understatement; he knows my body in a way I myself do not know. He continues eating me out, my entire body jerking now with pleasure as my climax starts to build rapidly.
“I’m close. Desmond, I’m close,” I beg.
He slides his thumb right into me, and that drives me right over the edge. My entire body shudders as pleasure crashes into me. As my body pulses, Desmond attends to me with his mouth, sucking my extremely sensitive clit.
“Now, to the main part,” Desmond says as he brings his cock right up to my pussy lips.
I am yet to recover from my first orgasm, and he doesn’t make things easy for me. He presses the shaft of his cock just right against my pussy, a temptation and pure torture.
“Tell me how much you want me,” Desmond whispers as he leans right over me.
“I want—” I begin as his kiss silences me.
He sucks on my tongue, his mouth exploring mine while his thumb massages my clit. The sensation is quite overwhelming, and all I care about is having his cock deep inside me. I try to reach for it with my hand, but Desmond stops me.
“You need to beg,” he grumbles into my ears.
“Please, Desmond. Please, I want you. I want you in me,” the words tumble out of my mouth.
He smiles mischievously as he finally pushes his cock deep inside me. This time, I wrap my legs around his waist, not wanting him to slide out from how wet I am.
“That feels good,” Desmond says as he leans over me.
My body explores his back, enjoying the feel of his muscles. Desmond begins to thrust with intensity, not letting me catch up as the sounds of us fill the air. He alternates between kissing me, sucking on my nipples, biting my shoulders gently, and blowing hot air into my neck.
“Yes… Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop,” I say with pants as I groan out loud.
“I’m close,” he mutters, and I smile.
I clench my pussy walls, making it even tighter for him, and Desmond responds by biting a little harder on my nipples. The sudden sharp sensation snaps the coil inside me, and I feel a large orgasm about to collapse deep within me.
“Fuck!” Desmond groans out just as he pours his seeds right into me.
“Yes….. Oh….” I moan out as my second orgasm rips through me with intensity.
We hold on to each other, my pussy holding onto his cock while Desmond rubs my clit. After a few minutes, he slips right out of me and pulls me right into his embrace.
“Are you a mind reader?” I bring myself to ask since that is the only explanation as to why he seems to understand my body so well.
“Maybe,” he says as he cups my tits, his thumbs flickering my nipple.
I am still desperate for his cock, but I need a few seconds to recover, same as him.
I lay my head on his shoulder, thinking about how perfect we seem for each other.
Desmond knows my needs before I even realize what they are.
We both lay in silence for a few seconds before I noticed something moving.
He’s hard again.
Whatever fears I might have had about Desmond not being attracted to me were misplaced.
No, Desmond craves my body like it’s air, and that makes me feel powerful.
Realizing I can help him get hard quicker, I sit up, Desmond looking at me as I sit on his lap, his cock leaning just against my stomach.
“What are you doing?” He asks, his voice filled with amusement as I wrap my hand around his cock.
“Helping you get ready for a second round,” I say as I lean over him, my tits dancing right over him.
He stares at them beautifully before taking one nipple into his mouth. I try not to moan out as I feel his cock grow harder and harder with each passing second. Once it is hard enough, I gently lift my hips, making sure not to disturb his suckling as I push his cock deep inside me.
This feels right!
This time, we take things with primal desire. Desmond smacks my ass as he thrusts his hips forward. I meet each thrust with just as much energy, and soon, we both collapse against each other, Desmond wrapping his arms around me as I am unable to support myself.
“I think we should have something to eat.” Desmond agrees with me, and we both saunter down into the kitchen, where luckily there’s some meatloaf leftover. As I place it into the microwave to warm it, Desmond stands next to me.
This man is insatiable.
“Do you think we might explore something out here?” Desmond whispers as his hands gently smack my butt.
“Not until I have something in me,” I say, then realizing how he’d interpret that. “Food. I meant food.”
He laughs out loud at my slip-up, and I find it hearty. Oh, I’d love nothing more than for him to take me right here in the kitchen, but I’m literally starving, and the last thing I want is to faint while having an orgasm.
“What we can do is talk about the people at the ball today. There are a few people of interest to me,” I tell Desmond.
“Oh, really? Who and who?” He asks as he pulls me into his embrace.
And just like that, we begin to chat, Desmond talking about everyone at the ball. Somehow, the subject lands on his father, and I notice his entire demeanor seems to change. He seems a little bit stiff, as if he doesn’t want to talk about the type of man Alexander Sinclair is.
“You know, if not for the fact that I look just like him, I would never have believed he is my father, and the funniest thing is, as much as he claims to loathe my grandfather, he is just like him,” Desmond begins as he eats his meatloaf. “And you know what that makes me think?”
I shake my head, not liking where this conversation is heading.
“I’m just like him. I mean, everything I complain about with my father, I’ll end up like him. A terrible man, a terrible husband, and maybe father.”
“You think you’ll be a terrible father?” I ask reluctantly, not sure how I’ll stomach his answer.
“I don’t know. I don’t think I want to be a father, especially not how my father turned out.”
To an extent, I understand where he is coming from, and this should have been the perfect moment to tell him that I am pregnant. We have never discussed having kids, and I am not sure how he would take the news that I am pregnant.
“Why do you think you’ll be a terrible father?” I bring myself to ask him.
Desmond pauses, his shoulders heaving before he sighs heavily.
“My father blamed me for his marriage failures and for the six years I lived with him before my grandfather took me away. He would remind me every night of how I was a stain on his name. He told me right to my face that maybe if I wasn’t born, my mother wouldn’t have left him. ”
I can only imagine just how much that must have hurt Desmond, and I walk towards him, wrapping my arms around him to comfort him. “I’m so sorry you had to experience that.”
“Nah, it’s nothing. I barely think about it these days,” he says with a shrug. “And that’s why I am this way.”
“Do you think you are a terrible husband?” I ask patiently, realizing that I might need to guide this discussion.
“Not so far. I think I’ve been doing a good job,” he answers with another shrug.
“Really?” I ask, pretending to be cross, and Desmond stutters a bit. “I’m teasing you, you’ve been doing a good job, and you can do the same if we decide to have kids.”
“That’s a discussion we don’t have to worry about for now, though,” Desmond says as he pulls me back into his arms.
That should have been my cue to tell him that I am pregnant.
I should let him know that in a matter of months, we would both be parents, but I can’t do that.
What if his feelings about parenthood are stronger than I think it is?
I don’t ever want him to think that I am trying to force him to remain married to me.
“Fine, if you think so,” I mutter as Desmond kisses me.
His growing cock pokes at my stomach, and even though I shouldn’t end this discussion like this, I decide to end it for now. I will have to take my time to break the news to him, but for now, I need every distraction I can get.
“Ready for that experiment?” Desmond whispers to me.
“You bet,” I say with a grin, deciding to let go of my worries, if only for the night.