40. Madeline
Madeline
Standing under the hot water. Every muscle was sore. But I couldn’t stop smiling. Leaning my head against the tiles. A draft of cold air went around my legs as the door opened.
Finally, he was off the phone.
“I’m making a rule,” his hands moved up my back, “About showering without me.” holding my stomach, as he pulled me back to him.
“Does it go both ways?” I dropped my head back to his chest, staring up at him.
He nodded, holding my throat, kissing me, first softly, then hard, until he turned me around.
He moved my legs and thrusted into me. I couldn’t stop myself from flinching out of pain.
“Fuck,” he stilled, “I’m sorry.” The concern in his eyes makes me melt. “My love, I’m so fucking sorry.”
“It’s just my legs. I’m not used to having them spread for so long.” Between last night and this morning. I was sure I had used muscles I didn’t even know I had.
“Don’t stop, you promised me this last night.”
He kissed me, pulling out before I could complain, turning me around. My hands went to the glass as he lifted me up. Slowly pushing in me again. How he managed to fuck me as if I was fragile one second, and then not the next.
As he promised, I can barely breathe.
I would have to start exercising to keep up with him. Hiding my head in my arms, as my legs started to shake.
“Fuck, I can’t see you.” he wrapped his arm around my waist, carrying me out of the shower and sitting me on the vanity.
Twisting my wet hair, he pulled my head back. My eyes locking with his in the mirror.
“That’s better,”
I couldn’t have agreed more.
Fuck .
Suddenly, I was lightheaded. Dizzy. Weak.
The possession in his eyes, as he looked at me
I’d be whatever he needed, so long as he kept looking at me like that.
I loved seeing him this feral for me.
My legs started to shake as he lifted me off the vanity. Holding me in the air as he fucked me.
“That’s it, baby. You’re so close, I can feel you.” Before he could finish that sentence I was finishing, somehow, he already knew my body better than me.
He slowed the pace, and I hadn’t realized why until I opened my eyes, seeing him in the mirror.
“Fuck. I love watching you cum.” slowly he moved me up and down his cock.
Before he picked up pace, I grabbed his arm. “I want this load in my mouth.” Feeling him go tense while holding me. “Please,”
He carried me out of the bathroom. Turning the shower off as he walked past.
He pulled out of me and lowered me to the ground, though I noticed how he purposely had put me on the edge of the carpet.
“Now if you want me to stop, or if it gets too much?—”
“I know. Hit your thigh.” I cut him off, licking my lips,
The smirk on his face, “In a hurry?”
I nodded. “I really want my husband's cum.”
Suddenly, all playfulness was gone in his eyes. That crazed possession was back. That I loved.
“Open.” He grabbed my hair, slowly guiding my mouth up and down him. “Can you taste yourself on my cock?”
My answer was a muffled moan. Which seemed to only drive him crazier.
His shoulders rolled back as he fucked my throat at a speed. He couldn’t talk. Every groan just turning me on more.
Squeezing my thighs together, as his head fell back, finishing down my throat. Fuck .
I blinked quickly. I didn’t want the tears ruining my view.
I’d never get over seeing him do that. Every tattooed muscle tense, as he held my head. Before going weak, letting me take control. Slowly moving my hand up and down him, licking him clean,
Watching as his eyes slowly opened, he looked down at me.
My heart raced so fast, I took his hand from my hair. “I love you.”
The drunken possession in his eyes, as he looked at me, completely speechless.
His fingers gently ran up and down the back of my thigh as I laid beside him on the outdoor lounge. I was never one for resort staying, but I could get used to this. Sneaking a look over my shoulder, I really loved seeing him so relaxed.
Though maybe our sex marathon had worn him out. Shifting, I went up on my knees, his hand going over my ass, before I turned to sit over his lap.
Lightly running my nails along his shoulders, up his neck. His eyes were still closed as I moved my nails through his hair. Yeah. I really loved seeing him relaxed.
I gently kissed his lips and pulled back. “Is my husband awake?”
“I love that,” he mumbled, his eyes still closed, “Being yours.” His fingers ran down my back.
My heart raced at the thought that maybe it had as much effect on him as my love and my wife had over me.
Holding his face, I kissed him again. “I’ve been thinking about stepping back for a bit,” my throat tightened, “from my family.”
His hand paused on my back.
“I would hand over the international connections to Uncle Felix and my cousins. Do this one last trip and…” my stomach twisted into a knot, “step back.” The same emotion started to strangle me. “You wouldn’t consider it as betraying the family, right?”
His fingers started to move again, slowly running over the tattoo on my back. Maybe reminding me which family I now belonged to.
“My love, do you really want my honesty?”
“Yes.”
“They’ve overworked you for years. Undervalued you. You’re the kingpin of their organization. The glue to the family. You stop working, everything falls apart,” he slowly opened his eyes, anger smoldering, “it’s overdue for them to realize that.”
For the first time in my life, I didn’t feel a need to prove myself. Perhaps it would be nice not to be at the beg and call of my phone, talking through problems that most of the time were preventable.
“It would be so freeing not to be tied to the airfield. Going weeks without flying multiple times a day.” I sighed, “But then I might get bored.”
I traced his neck tattoo down his chest. His body was a piece of art. The tattoos, the muscles, the scars. I leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the center of his chest. Over the faded scar. His cousins’ wives were right. That night, when he claimed me. I wished I had enjoyed it more.
“Might be a great opportunity to use your credit cards.” he pulled the tie at the front of my bikini top. “My wife promised me high maintenance. I miss that look, the one you used to get, when you got a new pair of high heels.”
“Our wardrobe is full,”
He groaned, “I love that word too,” leaning forward, biting my bottom lip. “ Ours .” Holding the back of my neck, he brought my lips back to his, kissing me softly. “I’ll extend it.”
“What?”
“Our wardrobe,”
“No, you’ve already done that once for me. It’s fine.”
“It’s not fine,”
“I don’t need?—”
He silenced me by kissing me, not stopping until my thoughts disappeared. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He moved my hair behind my ear.
“You can stop with the compliments,” I smiled against his mouth. “I can only marry you once.”
“Stop moving,”
“Stop making me move!” I giggled; he was tickling me on purpose. “Stop!” I whined, getting off his lap, “That’s it. I’m not wearing it.”
“Madeline,”
I shook my head, crossing my arms and standing out of his reach. “You’re tickling me on purpose.”
“I’m just trying to do it up. You’re the one wiggling.” he shrugged, acting all innocent. Pity for him that smug smirk was giving away his game.
“I’m wearing something else.”
“But I love this dress on you. It shows off my name so well.”
I shrugged, pretending not to care, even though that one sentence had me weak.
“Come back, please,” he tapped his leg.
I rocked on my heels back and forth. Slowly, I walked back to the bed, eyeing him suspiciously.
“That’s it,” he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me back to his lap, “back home, where you belong.” He kissed my neck, gently twisting my hair, and moving it over my shoulder out of his way.
Like a fool, my grin just got bigger. How did a few words make me feel so warm and happy?
“Alright, where was I before you left me?” he nipped my ear, pulling the straps of the dress back. His finger just brushed my side; I froze, not trusting him for a second. At least this time, he got one strap through the side loop.
I started to relax, just as his fingers slipped under the sides of the dress, and I was squealing within seconds.
“That’s it!” I squirmed off his lap, completely breathless from squealing and not amused, even if hearing him laugh was making me grin stupidly. “I’m not going.”
He groaned, “My sweetheart, I’m sorry, come back.”
I shook my head. Walking across the room, I pushed the dress down, stepping out of it.
“No, don’t do that, I’m really sorry,”
Grabbing the overthrow from the couch, I wrapped it around myself, ignoring his complaining and very adorable whining. Moving the cushions, I sat back down on the couch.
I don’t like playful Vince. He can stay over there, away from me. I focused back on the instructions for the television. I was still trying to get my show to play.
Even as he kneeled in front of me, I pretended to focus on the booklet.
“My love, I’m sorry.” He kissed my cheek, slipping his hands under the blanket, touching my legs.
“You and that word my,” I flipped the page over, “My love, my pussy, my clit, my darling, my sweetheart,” I pouted, trying to read the stupid instruction, maybe I should just call the front desk and complain to management, or I could take the issue up with the owner. Vince.
He gently lifted my face, so I would look at him, “You forgot my wife,” stroking his thumb across my cheek, “My beautiful incredible wife,” leaning closer, his expression changing, the playfulness disappearing as he kissed me. “The love of my life,”
I sighed, “That’s not fair,” dropping the booklet to the side. “How can I be mad at you when you say things like that?”
“You can be mad at me,” his mouth so close to mine, “just don’t leave me.”
I kissed him, the emotion in his words breaking me.
Pushing the blanket off my shoulders, I wrapped my legs around his waist. As expected, it was seconds before he changed positions, sitting down and keeping me pinned to him.
“Good,” he leaned his forehead against mine, holding me, “back home where you belong.”
I slowly nodded while moving my hands over his arms. “My home.” He kissed me so gently, my heart shattered. I’d never felt so loved. So, wanted. So, safe.
Undoing his belt, I slowly pushed down on his cock.
“Slow my love,” he kissed the corner of my mouth, “I need to fuck you slow,” one sharp thrust, causing my lips to part, “and take my time.”
“Okay,” I kissed him back, wrapping my arms around his neck as he stood up, carrying me back to bed.
I never wanted to face this world again without being his.