“Am I?” she asked, chuckling through her tears.
“You’re good, you’re kind, you’re a good mother, Eddy.”
She sniffed. “That’s a high endorsement.”
“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted,” I said. She looked at me with bloodshot eyes, her cheeks, and nose red. It wasn’t enough to just tell her. I had done this to her. She had held onto this secret because her life depended on it. I wanted her to depend on me. I wanted her to know that she was safe with me. I cupped her face and kissed her.
She responded, softening in my hands. I pulled her in, gathering her into my lap, her thighs on either side of my lap. She was wearing a dress, so I ran my hands up her thighs and ass. God, that body. I loved every part of her. I needed her so badly in every way. I hooked my hands under her thighs and stood, lifting her. She squealed, wrapping her arms around my neck.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
The bedroom. She was ready and I was. I had something to prove.
24
Edwina
We tumbled onto the bed. Crying to fucking in a matter of minutes, who knew I had the range? Niall roved over me, lips covering my skin in kisses. I closed my eyes as he disappeared under the skirt of my dress and kissed my mound over my underwear. I sighed. How was it that I had had more and better sex with him than I had had throughout my marriage?
I raised my hips, so he took my pants off. I took it a step further, pulling off the dress. He watched like he was hypnotized as I took my bra off and my breasts swung free.
“You’re beautiful,” he said. I felt a blush spread across my chest and cheeks. I felt beautiful when I was with him. He attacked my nipples. My giggles turned to moans, he didn’t bother kissing down my body and letting it build, he jumped right into it, lashing my clit with his tongue. I grabbed for him, fisting a handful of his hair. He worked systematically, playing me like an instrument. His hands came up to my breasts and toyed with my nipples.
His every touch was exact, right where I needed it to be. He knew just what to do to make me come. He had mastered my body in the handful of times that we had been together which made it that much harder to stay away from him. When my orgasm hit, I saw stars. I bucked off the bed, trying to edge away from his tongue and the stimulation.
He raised his head, looking at me from between my legs with a satisfied look on his face.
“Was that alright or should I go again?”
I rolled my eyes. “I should walk out of here for that.”
“Not so fast.” He rose, taking me by the hips. In one swift motion, he pulled me to the edge of the bed, and in another, flipped me onto my stomach. It happened so fast, I was only brought back to realization when his hand cracked across my ass in a firm slap. I jumped, relishing the sting.
“Harder,” I whispered. He acquiesced. I bit my lip, gripping the bed linen. In an instant, I felt his cock against my opening. I pushed back against him as he pushed forward. I gasped. He felt incredible, slipping in and out of me. He took my arms, holding them behind my back by the wrist and plowed into me.
I was in bliss. He was hard and rough and oh so raw. I had to bite back tears, not because he was hurting me. He was using his body to show me everything he said. He was telling me I was beautiful, that he wanted me, loved me. I couldn’t hold back. I screamed into the mattress as I came. My body shook as Niall had his own orgasm. I barely registered Niall moving us both onto the bed as my body recovered from the intensity of the orgasm. This felt so right but I knew that that wasn’t the case. This was the last time. I couldn’t do it anymore.
Say that again and maybe this time you’ll listen, I thought.
I was a wreck. I kept ending up here thinking I would get different results and that was never the case. Every single time, I was back here, worse than the last time. I wriggled out of Niall’s grasp and sat up on the bed.
“What are you doing? Where are you going?” he asked.
“I’m just going to the toilet. I’ll be right back.”
“Thought you were doing another runner,” he said, sighing.
“If I said I was, would you stop me from going?” I asked.
“I couldn’t do that. I would try, of course, but I couldn’t make you stay unless you wanted it.”
Oh, I did want it. He couldn’t even begin to understand how much.
“Be right back,” I said, trotting off to the bathroom. Once inside, I splashed my face with water and took a few deep breaths. Tonight was tonight. It was a wash, there was nothing I could do at this point but, well, enjoy it. It was going to be the last night before I returned to real life and had to face down my problems like an adult.
That was encouraging. How long would this night with Niall tide me over?
The rest of my life. It would have to.