Chapter 44
JOSEPH
Ihad a good evening. We ate, danced and walked and it was so easy I almost forgot about the guards trailing us. It was just me and Tiffany, getting to know one another as a man and woman, a married couple, with none of the baggage of our situation to weigh us down.
We had a good night and as we climb the steps to her attic room she stops at the first landing and hesitates.
“What?”
She appears a little anxious.
“I don’t know. I suppose we have had such a lovely evening. I, well, could we perhaps sleep in your room tonight?”
She steps closer, running her hand up to my chest, her beautiful eyes soft and dancing with desire.
“We are moving forward, Joseph. The attic room, well, that is my past. It comforts me, but I don’t need it anymore. You are my comfort now and I kind of want to let go of the past.”
I smooth her hair away from her face and stare adoringly into her eyes.
She whispers, “How can we move on from the past if we drag it along with us?”
I say nothing and merely kiss her gorgeous lips and when I pull away, I take her hand.
“To the future. After you, Mrs. Ravera.”
She smiles and my heart is full as I follow her to my room. A place I never thought I’d bring any woman, let alone my wife.
As we step inside, the familiar wraps me in comfort and as Tiffany shrugs off her fur coat, it falls in a heap onto the fur rug below it.
“I want you to fuck me on this coat on the floor of your room.”
I raise my eyes and she giggles as she slowly peels off her clothes, a suggestive smile on her face.
“I want the unusual tonight; nothing must be familiar. Show me what it’s like to be owned by you.”
Her teasing smile is like gasoline on my fire and as I rip off my shirt, her pupils dilate as she bites in her bottom lip.
“Lie on the floor.”
She does as she’s told, moaning at the sensation of the fur on her back and I’m conscious we are about to ruin a very expensive designer coat.
It doesn’t take me long to be naked, and I kneel between her legs, devouring her beauty with a desire lit gaze.
She is so beautiful, her innocence a huge attraction to someone like me.
I waste no time in leaning down, biting that soft lip, the gentle pressure causing her to groan. My jaw scratches her delicate skin and as I trail my kiss to her neck, my teeth graze her skin, no hands touching her body. She sighs and my cock jerks with impatience, but I’m not ready yet.
She makes to touch me, and I pin her wrists on either side of her, my kisses hard, demanding and not loving but passionate.
As I move down her body, not one inch of her flesh escapes my attention, her tits responding to my tongue, sucking them one by one into my mouth. She trembles like a sacrifice on an altar and she is. She has sacrificed her innocence to the devil, and I will never forget that.
I reach her pussy, the promised land, and as I feast, her long moan and sweet taste gives me everything I need.
“Oh, god.”
Her climax builds, so I flip her on her front, grasping her hair in my fist, hissing, “Get on all fours.”
She scoots up, her ass waving tantalizing in the air and I grip her hips, edging my cock against her soaking wet pussy from behind.
She pushes back against my cock, and my fingers find her clit, rubbing against it, coaxing it to the edge.
“Oh my god, Joseph.”
She is almost there, so I slap her tempting ass hard, the shock causing her to cry out, the faint blush of red satisfying on her creamy white skin.
Before she can complain, I push inside her, the sudden attack causing her to cry out and as I press down on her clit, she groans and pushes back, taking me deeper, desperation mixing with lust as her climax builds.
Her body is trembling as I power into her, fucking her hard, loving her moans of pleasure. Just as she’s about to come, I pull out and slap her hard again. This time as she lurches forward, I catch her before she falls.
I tug her by the hair, back into position as I plunge inside her again, thrusting hard, demonstrating ownership, and this time her groans are deeper, more desperate, more alive.
It becomes a game. Her climax builds and I snatch it away. Desperation mixing with pleasure, hate fighting love.
I don’t allow her to breathe, to become complacent. I am dominating my wife, controlling her wishes.
It makes me harder, larger and more intense. Bringing her close to the edge and dragging her back before she can fly. It’s a game I will win, her ass now on fire and as she pushes down hard on my cock she begs, “For the love of God, Joseph, please.”
“Please what, angel?”
I bunch her hair in my fist as I’m buried to the hilt. Her pussy clenched around my cock, needy and throbbing with desire.
“Please let me come. I’m begging you.”
I move in deeper, fucking her harder, controlling her, holding her in place so she can’t move except on my cock.
I bite her neck, her scream more of frustration than pain and I rut inside like a beast, my claws sharpened.
Her pussy clenches my cock, her sweat glides between us and then with one flick of her clit, I growl, “Come for me, baby.”
Her scream hits heaven as if hell is erupting, her entire body throbbing on my cock.
As she comes hard, pleasure, frustration and desire collide and as I come hard inside her, my mind empties of nothing but ecstasy.
I push in deeper, coating her inside. My heart thumping against hers, my cock buried deep inside her from behind. Our orgasms combine and rain down on the fur below us. Desire mixes with decadence, nothing comparing to this moment – to her.
She slumps forward on all fours, her breathing erratic, her body shivering, and I take a moment to admire my wife, her ass on fire from my palm.
Then she starts to laugh, joyous, happy, euphoric, before heaving a deep breath and rolling onto her back, gazing up at me with a soft expression, her hair fanned out like an angel’s wings, her lips bruised and swollen.
“I really like your room way better than mine, honey.”
Her smile is infectious, her soft loving addictive and as I lie beside her, my fingers trail over her flat stomach, hoping like hell it won’t be flat for much longer.
Her hand slaps over mine and she whispers, “Our life is in there, Joseph. It probably already is. We will make many carbon copies of ourselves and shower them with love. We will do better – be better and be strong, protective and fierce over them, without stifling them or holding them back from who they can be. We will make amazing parents, Joseph. You will be a strong father.”
She shifts onto her side, smiling into my eyes, her finger trailing down my cheek as she whispers, “I love what we are building and I don’t care if you disagree with me or not but I am falling hard for you and there is nothing you can do about that.”
My hand snaps over hers. Trapping it against me, my gaze powering into her, filling my heart with her beauty, her innocence and her love.
Holding it inside me, replacing the demons with an angel and as I lean in and my lips touch hers, I whisper huskily, “I’m falling and you had better be there to catch my heart before it breaks. ”
She leans forward, her kiss soft, gentle, reassuring. My partner, my team, my future and my salvation. I run my hand around her head, pulling her in deeper, demonstrating how much she means to me because words have never come easy.
Tonight is ours, tomorrow will be hard but some things are worth fighting for and I will never stop fighting for Tiffany, because I am her king and she is my queen.
When the game finishes, there will be only two pieces left.
The king and queen, side by side, hand in hand, surveying their kingdom together.