“Not sure why, but it felt odd when I tried it out in my head, so I just haven’t.” I shrugged, not sure how to explain it. “Is there something wrong with me calling you Eden?” I didn’t have some pet name for her like Santos or Marco. Damn woman was putting me on the spot, and I didn’t have a clue why.
“No reason, really, was just curious.” And she fucking tucked her head onto my chest before throwing a leg over my waist. It pressed her hot core against my hip, something I fucking knew she had to be aware of, and acted like she was going back to sleep.
“Alright, you little minx, you’re doing that on purpose,” I accused, stretching my free arm out to turn off the lamp.
The shaking of her shoulders, accompanied by her breath puffing against my chest, was all the reaction she gave.
“Eden, you are naked, and I’m trying really fucking hard to behave like the gentleman that we both know I’m not.” She was going to make me into the batshit crazy person she’d accused me of being with her uncomfortably personal questions that led nowhere, and now this.
“I really don’t recall asking you to attempt to act like one, Antonio. If you’d rather sleep, tell me now.”
Her warning was immediately followed by her hand taking mine and guiding it between her legs. The brief graze from her piercings perked my interest, but she had a different destination in mind, and my dick went from twitching to straight up saluting as she pressed my middle finger into her slick heat, right along with her own.
“Kiss me, Tony,” she demanded, tipping her head up to mine while forcing the apex of her cunt against my palm as she ground herself on my hand.
No fucking way could I refuse her. For weeks, I’d been dying to get my hands on her, and I’d felt my chances with her slipping through my fingers earlier in the day. Now she was my fucking wife...and I planned to show her that I could be something other than the hardass that she liked to call me.
Taking charge of the situation, I rolled until she was on her back, hovering over her, only briefly pausing when I remembered Santos was in the bed. But if he was awake, he was doing a damn good job of pretending not to be. “You know I care about you, quite a lot to be clear, and this isn’t only about sex, right?” I was no good at this shit, but I’d try. For her. My wife. I have a fucking wife. It was still surreal, but I imagined it was the same for Eden, so I tried not to make a big deal about it.
“I care about you quite a lot, too, Tony, but I’m after the sex at the moment, if you don’t mind.”
“Fuck no, I don’t mind. Try not to wake your boyfriend up when you call my name as you come on my cock.” I swallowed her laughing complaint about all of us being possessive heathens before pillaging her mouth with my tongue.
I couldn’t get enough of her. Her silky skin, her scent, the way her breath caught in her throat and her back arched when I sucked on her pert nipples or her faint moans as I curled my fingers just right inside her soaked pussy. It seemed she felt the same as she divested me of my shirt and boxers before wrapping long limbs around me, holding me close as we made out, nipping and sucking at each other's lips and tongues between tangling duels of the latter. My cock throbbed with the need to be inside her, but I didn’t want to rush her. Besides, I was quite enjoying the satiny slide of her pussy lips against the underside of my erection. Until I accidentally pushed when she arched and I pressed halfway into her before realizing I didn’t have a condom on or any on this side of the bed. Waking Santos up for a rubber seemed tacky, but I really didn’t want to have to get up either. “I need to get a condom,” I apologized as I pulled out.
But she didn’t let me go far, pushing me down on the bed with a hand to my chest as she leaned over to get into the drawer. I was going to tell her there wasn’t anything in there, but the rattle of a bag had me holding my tongue. Only able to see shadows, I regretted shutting the light off, but soon enough she was joining me back in bed.
“I planned ahead, Mr. Mafia Boss. I even have condoms if you’d like.”
“Hell no, not if you’re covered with whatever you just did. One of the perks of having a wife has to be the ability to go bareback,” I teased her as she tried and failed to straddle me. I was going to be on top; something about my weight over hers, my body caging hers in, was flat out doing it for me.
“Then get to it, husband,” she snarked back.
A moment later, I had one of her legs around my waist and the other over my shoulder. As I pressed my chest to hers and took her lips with mine, I filled her pussy, stretching her on my dick until I’d buried it deep inside. We moved together, her tight walls grasping at me until I couldn’t hold on any longer, working a hand between us to thumb her clit until she came clenching around my own pulsing member.
Something loosened in my chest as I fell to the side, releasing her leg and pulling her over to blanket my body. I fucking loved my wife. I couldn’t find the words just yet, but the last bit of doubt that I’d held onto, the one that said she’d never fully accept me after how I’d treated her, dispersed in the afterglow of my first foray into lovemaking. Fucking would likely be on the agenda most times, but I had to admit, this sweet shit wasn’t half bad.
“I have to pee again,” Eden mumbled sleepily against my chest.
I didn’t want her to move, happy to have her stay there despite my earlier misgivings about personal space. “You can hold it, Eden. You’re a big girl.”
“Fuck you, asshole,” she responded without much heat. “Pee after sex, dude! No UTIs up in this bitch. Besides, between the gel shit and your spunk and mine, I have a hell of a mess that’s going to come back out sooner than later.” She slid off of me as Santos finally lost it, laughing at her tirade, proving he had not been sleeping. At least not for all of our activities.
In the dark, I scowled in his general vicinity, hoping he’d not heard any of what I’d had to say. It was bad enough that I’d vocalized my shit to Eden; I didn’t need Santos poking me about it later. Not that that was something he’d usually do, but we were all in uncharted territory at this point.
“Hurry up, angel. Get back to bed. I sleep better with you next to me.” And wasn’t that the fucking truth. I wondered if it would be the same for me, and I looked forward to finding out as a yawn cracked my jaw wide.