Chapter 4
We eventually got out of bed, but the intimacy from the night (and morning) lingered heavily between us.
Elena moved around the master bedroom in a silky robe, still flushed and a little shy every time our eyes met. I watched her as she picked out clothes for the day, my eyes lingering on the way the robe clung to her curves and the faint marks I’d left on her neck and thighs.
I came up behind her as she stood in front of the mirror, wrapping my arms around her waist and kissing the side of her neck.
“You look beautiful,” I murmured, my hands sliding up to cup her breasts through the robe. “Even more so knowing you’re full of me.”
She blushed, leaning back into me. “Walker… we have to be careful today. Your father might call.”
I kissed her neck again, nipping lightly. “I know. But that doesn’t mean I can’t touch what’s mine.”
She turned in my arms and gave me a soft, shy kiss. I deepened it for a moment, my hands squeezing her ass, before letting her go so we could get ready.
In the bathroom, we brushed our teeth side by side. She kept stealing glances at me in the mirror, and I’d catch her eye and wink, making her smile and blush. When she bent over to rinse her mouth, I pressed up behind her, my hand sliding under her robe to cup her pussy.
“Still wet for me,” I whispered, kissing her shoulder.
“Walker,” she protested weakly, but she pushed back against my hand.
I let her go with a smirk and we continued getting ready. I helped her zip her dress, my fingers lingering on her skin. She helped me button my shirt, her hands trembling slightly as she did the top buttons. Every little touch felt charged now.
As we headed downstairs for breakfast, I pulled her back against me in the hallway and kissed her deeply, my hand sliding down to squeeze her ass.
“Be a good wife today,” I murmured against her lips. “And tonight I’ll reward you.”
Elena smiled shyly, her eyes bright. “Yes… husband.”
The word sounded better every time she said it.
Later that afternoon, my phone rang. It was my father.
I answered it while sitting on the couch in the living room. Elena was nearby, folding laundry. She looked up when she heard his voice on the speaker.
“Hey, Dad,” I said casually, leaning back.
Elena’s eyes met mine. I gave her a small, commanding nod and pointed down between my legs.
She hesitated for a second, then shyly crawled over and knelt between my spread thighs. I kept talking to my father about work and how things were going at home while she unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out.
“How’s Elena doing?” my father asked.
I looked down at her as she leaned in and took me into her mouth. “She’s great,” I said, my voice steady. “Taking good care of the house. Really… dedicated.”
Elena sucked me slowly, her eyes looking up at me as she bobbed her head. I rested my free hand on the back of her head, guiding her gently but firmly deeper.
My father kept talking about his trip. I answered him normally, even as Elena took me deeper into her throat, her tongue working me skillfully. I had to bite back a groan when she swallowed around me.
“Yeah, she’s been a big help,” I said, my fingers tightening in her hair. “You’d be proud of how well she’s handling everything.”
Elena moaned softly around my cock, the vibration making my thighs tense. I pushed her head down a little more, fucking her mouth slowly while continuing the conversation.
When I got close, I held her there and came down her throat, keeping my voice perfectly normal as I finished the call with my father.
“Talk soon,” I said, hanging up.
Elena pulled off with a soft gasp, swallowing everything I’d given her. She looked up at me with flushed cheeks and shiny lips.
“Good girl,” I murmured, stroking her hair. “You’re getting very good at being my wife.”