66. Ares
Ares
Holding my wife again feels like the release of pressure I’ve been carrying for weeks.
The swell of her belly pressed against my waist awakes something fierce inside me all over again. Even stronger than when I first saw her and knew I had to have her.
Now she’s mine. And pregnant with my child. My son.
That humbles me. A child means it’s not just about me anymore. A pregnant wife needs care. Care I not only can give, but want to give. She’s carrying the Zervas future that I nearly abandoned without realizing it.
How badly I fucked up is impossible to ignore. I can’t brush it off. What she accomplished on her own two months ago is what I can expect if I break her heart again.
Finally, I release her and look around. Her cousin’s guest cottage has high ceilings, ceramic tile floors, and a cozy layout.
Her dining table is covered with papers, many with the rehabilitation facility logo. What I can make out from a distance, a few appear to be therapy schedules for her sister.
“Sandrine had a good day today,” she says.
“Yes,” I agree.
Lourdes and I spent the day at Marlowe, staying through dinner, and playing card games with her sister until she went off to sleep. Alone.
I plan to do no such thing. Ever again.
I rest my lips on my wife’s forehead. “Lourdes, if you want, we can see a marriage therapist. To resolve our issues.”
“I don’t need someone between us.” She presses into me. “I know exactly who you are. And I fell in love with you anyway.”
“I’m not the same man.” I glance down and brush hair from her face.
“I can see that.” She smiles when she gazes up at me.
“Not everything has changed.” I bring her hand to my mouth and then push it low, to my groin. “I’m still insatiable for you.”
“You haven’t been with anyone else?”
“I’m a married man.” I tap my wedding band. “I never took this off. And I never signed those divorce papers I tore up two months ago.”
She hugs me and takes my hand to lead me down the hallway to her bedroom. “Good, because I need my husband right now.”
“My restless, hungry ache for sex starts and ends with you, Lourdes.”
In the cozy bedroom, we start kissing again. I lift the hem of her dress to find cotton panties. I skim my fingers until my palms are filled with her ass cheeks. I drop to my knees and kiss her stomach. A second later, her dress is unbuttoned until it falls and puddles at her feet.
Without fabric between my lips and her rounded stomach, I breathe in her scent. “You smell different.”
“That’s you. A part of you is inside me.” She runs her long fingers through my hair.
“That’s the future head of my family inside you.” I get to my feet. “Sit on the bed. Spread your legs for me.”
She does, and I slip off the panties. My jaw clenches seeing her perfect pussy. I stroke the slit gently and tremble that she’s already wet. I dip two fingers into the tight slit, and she leans back, moaning, growing even wetter. She’s drenched and slick, just the way I love her.
“Ares…”
While finger fucking her, I kiss her and whisper, “Come for me, and I will give this tight, greedy little pussy what it wants.”
She pulses and gushes all over my hand.
Licking her lips, she says, “My turn.”
“No, I need to be inside you.” I unbuckle my belt and free my cock. “I will let you suck me next time.”
I step out of my pants and unbutton my shirt. When I’m naked, I smear her slickness over the swollen head of my cock.
“Lay back,” I say and line up my dick to slide into her wet, eager heat.
The tight slit parts, welcoming me, pulsing and wanting more. I plunge into her deep and hard.
Her startled cry from the force of it melts into a moan of pleasure.
“This hot, wet cunt missed me,” I groan. “God, you’re dripping for me.”
I hold the back of her head, keeping her eyes on me, my other hand gripping the headboard to brace myself as I move.
I fuck my wife in a hard, merciless, and possessive rhythm. I slam into her again and again, fucking her wet pussy.
Lourdes whines and arches her body underneath me, her knees rubbing at my waist while I drive into her.
“Tell me you love me while I fuck you deep.” I grip her throat, loving the feel of her pulse throbbing against my fingers.
Lourdes cries out, “I love you.”
“You are so fucking tight for me. This pussy was mine all along, wasn’t it?”
“Yes, it was. I was always yours,” she whimpers. “Ares, yes, right there.”
Her pussy tightens even more around my cock, massaging it with her climax.
“There’s only one thing I love more than fucking you like this, and it’s watching you fall apart beneath me. Coming on my cock.” I keep slamming into her until her body spasms so hard, she takes me over the edge with her.
A deep, guttural sound of pleasure rips from my throat.
As I come down and catch my breath, through heavy pants, I manage to blurt out, “I love you.”
Even more than the realization in Santorini when I was ten thousand miles away, and it crushed me like a weight, with Lourdes under me, our bodies still connected, the dread of losing her hasn’t lessened.
I have to keep saying it. Again and again.
The love I have for her is the most real thing I’ve ever felt.