53. Wren
53
WREN
…a few hours later
“Fuck me,” I pant, flopping to my back.
“We just did … several times,” he gloats with a pinch to my nipple.
“I thought you were joking about the hours thing.”
“When it comes to sex, I never joke.” He winks and the wink has my pussy throbbing again. Down girl. Momma needs a rest, but there’s something about this man that turns me into a wanton hussy. I know fucking him is not going to fix this dilemma I find myself in but Stefan D?uchman aka my husband is like crack, one romp and I’m an addict. “You should know that by now. Now, you’re going to give me one more orgasm. Then we’re going to shower and go for a walk. After our cardio, I’m going to feed my wife. And then we will have some more bedtime cardio.”
“Jaxson said to stay inside.”
“Do you always do what you’re told?” He begins tracing his finger around my nipple, it pebbles under his touch and that ache between my leg intensifies.
“When it’s from my boss and my career is on the line, yes. Yes, I do.”
He stares at me for a beat. “Fine, new plan. You’re going to give me two more orgasms. One here in bed and another in the shower. Then we’re going to order room service and we’re going to watch a movie, and then some bedtime cardio.”
“My vagina is going to die if we keep fucking like this.”
“I’ve never broken a vagina in my life.”
“I don’t want to hear about all the other vaginas you’ve been inside while mine is still buzzing from my last orgasm.”
“Then let me put my mouth to better use.”
In the blink of an eye, Stefan is down between my thighs. My legs are thrown over his shoulders and he’s definitely putting his mouth to better use. He licks me from taint to clit, and when he pushes a finger into me, I start moaning like a cat in heat.
The things this man can do with his tongue should be illegal and even though I orgasmed only a few moments ago, my pussy zings back to life and my orgasm quickly builds. He devours me with his mouth and fingers.
My hands move to his head and I wring my fingers through the strands of his hair as he coaxes another orgasm from me that has me crying out his name. Adding about five extra e’s to his name.
I’m still coming back to Earth when he shoves his cock back into me. I’m lost in the bliss of my never-ending orgasm, and I miss seeing him reach his peak. I think this is the first time we haven’t come in unison.
Collapsing to the mattress next to me, we are both breathlessly panting. I lie here with my eyes closed, but I can feel his presence next to me. I’m too exhausted to open my eyes or even move. I’m content to just lie here and bask in the remnants of my orgasm.
Stefan begins to trace his finger up and down my sternum, causing goosebumps to break out and I shiver. Cracking my eyes open, I turn my head and I see him staring at me. He’s on his side and is resting his head on his hand.
“You’re staring,” I tell him, stating the obvious.
“Just admiring my wife.”
“Stefan,” I protest just as my phone pings with a text. Knowing that Jaxson will be here soon, I climb out of bed and grab it.
JAXSON
Just parking my car. I’ll check into my room and be at yours within the hour. Need anything?
A time machine , I think to myself, but then I catch a glimpse of Stefan lying next to me and I don’t know that I necessarily want one after all.
WREN
All good here. See you soon
“That was Jaxson. He’s arrived and will be here within the hour.”
“So what you’re saying is I have fifty-five minutes to pleasure you.”
“No.” I shake my head. “It means we need to shower and be ready to tackle this mess.”
“There’s nothing to tackle.”
“Stefan, we’re married. We need to face that. We can’t just brush it under the rug.”
“So we shout it to the world.”
How is he so blasé about all of this? Not wanting to get into an argument before Jaxson gets here, I ignore him. Hopping up, I walk into the bathroom and close the door behind me. My eyes glance at the massive tub and as much as a bath sounds wonderful right now, I don’t have time. All I have time for is a quick shower, plus I need to get my game head on.
After scrubbing myself raw and washing my hair twice, I climb out of the shower and wrap a towel around me. Stepping back into the room, I find my bra and put it back on. Searching for my panties, I find them but Stefan shredded them, again. “Looks like I’m going commando,” I mumble to myself.
“Nothing wrong with that,” Stefan states from the bed.
Ignoring him, I pick up my dress and pull the maxi Stefan got for me back on. It’s soft and long and I’m thankful for that. The last thing I need is for a hoo-ha flash to be added to my list of shit things happening to me at the moment.
Looking at Stefan lying there naked, I take a moment to appreciate him. We both speak at the same time. He says, “That color suits you,” and I say, “You need to get dressed. Jaxson will be here soon.”
A silence overtakes us and then without acknowledging what each of us said, he climbs out of bed, walks into the bathroom, and closes the door behind him. Meanwhile, I shake my head and exit the bedroom. Walking over to the mini fridge, I pull out a water and place the cool bottle on my neck.
Leaning against the wall, I take a sip and close my eyes. I inhale deeply because I need to regroup. I’m on edge and without a clear head, there’s a possibility I’ll make a stupid decision, again.
Pushing off the wall, I head over to the sofa and drop down onto it. I’m fidgety, my leg bouncing since my nerves are rattled.
When there’s a knock at the door, my head snaps in that direction but I don’t move. I’m frozen on the spot, I just sit here and stare at the door. My body is rooted to the sofa, the complete opposite of how I was a few seconds ago.
“Wren, it’s Jaxson,” he calls out. No doubt he thinks I’m ignoring him and, to an extent, I am, because when he enters this room, it all becomes real. Realer than it is now.
“I’ll get it,” Stefan states from behind me.
He crosses the room and I notice he’s in a pair of cargo shorts and a black Henley. I watch his ass as he walks to the door but then I internally slap myself, this isn’t the time to be perving. Swinging it open, Jaxson waltzes in and when he sees me sitting here looking like I’m going to throw up, he stops in his tracks and worry mars his stoic face.
“Wren, you okay?”
“Am I okay?” I repeat. “I’m…”
“She’s grand,” Stefan answers for me as he walks around Jaxson. He drops down onto the sofa next to me and takes my hand in his, lacing our fingers together. My eyes drop to the new bling on my finger and that feeling of utter failure slams into me with the force of a player being Kronwalled.
Not wanting to show affection in front of Jaxson, I pull my hand free and jump up. Space is what I need right now but when Jaxson speaks, I want nothing more than for Stefan to pull me into his arms and make me feel safe.
“So,” Jaxson says, walking farther into the room. “You two got hitched and are now Mr. and Mrs. D?uchmen; wanna tell me how that happened?”