So, we did. Slowly, unhurriedly, we made love just as she had asked until I reached into her womb, taking all of my entirety with slow certainty. We mated for hours on end. We were insatiable. Untamable. It was as if all the bottled-up emotions we’d had through the months climaxed, and the only way we could communicate it was through our feveredmating.
Even after hours of hedonistically savoring her, it wasn’t enough. Not by a long shot. I needed more, so much more. Would the fire be quenched once the weekend was over? I hadn’taclue.
We hadabout an hour before we were scheduled to land in Tokyo. I knew I ought to wake her, but for some reason, I held back, needing a few more minutes with her. Spent from our session, Gisele slept in my arms with her head on my chest, dozing offsoundly.
Like flashbacks, the events jogged through my mind. It seemed our conflicts were mostly all based on sex and jealousy. Quite frankly, I was beginning to wonder if I was able to keep my end of the bargain—leaving her afterthistrip.
Being with her…It never failed to impart a great sense of contentment. It was rather bizarre. A few months back, it used to place me in limbo. But things had drastically transformed since. Today, however, I grasped the gravity of itspurpose.
Ever since moving to San Francisco, I had breezed through life, living daily with one thing on my mind—work and more work. Even during sex, I fucked hard, rough, and fast. It was always about the race to completion, never once stopping to smell the roses, so tospeak.
But with Gisele, my routine had altered. Albeit, not so impactful by any stretch, but it was something to dwell upon. This notable change stunned meremarkably.
Basking in her warmth, time started to slow down, and I could actually savor the little things I used to not care about…like right this instance. I was not one to stay in bed when there was so much work to be done. This was the first time in my life I felt idle, and what was more alarming was there wasn’t even a trace of guilt about it. In the back of my mind, I was fairly convinced my idleness would be costly once I opened my flooded emails, but what the hell? I deserved a moment’s reprieve to relish this time withmywife.
Mywife.
Mywife.
My throat constricted at the sound of that. With painstaking care, I slowly peeked at the dozing woman on my chest. Since when did I begn to regard Gisele as such? Sure, I’d teased her about it or I’d scathingly referred to her as one when I was beyond infuriated.Butit was all done in jest…until right this moment when I truly saw her as one, not just the girl I had to marry, my business partner by default, but as my wife. When did I trulyseeher as my spouse? I couldn’tbesure.
Like the theme of the day, I was stuck in a peculiar haze ofconfusion.
Less than twenty-fours together and the results were staggering. I dreaded what it would be like once the weekend was over. Hopefully, nothing too drastic. A man could only handlesomuch.
For a few more minutes, I cherished having her with me before I reluctantly began to wake her. “Rise and shine, sleepy head. We’re almostthere.”
“I was having such a nice dream,” she moanedgrumpily.
A soft smile curled my lips up until another thought entered my demented mind. “It better not be aboutothermen.”
“Well, that’s too bad,” she giggled, shifting her body, yawning like a little gorgeousangel.
Groaning in earnest, I pulled her atop my body, my fervent hands snaking around to cup her luscious arse before smacking it harshly in a few rapidsuccessions.
She yelped, eyes gleamingimpishly.
And just like that, I was besotted utterly. I wanted her just like this consistently, forever if possible. “One thing you have to remember woman—the moment you wake up and the moment before you fall asleep, you are to kiss me. Understood?” My hand whacked her ample arse just to drive thepointhome.
She saucily pouted, feigning wonder. “Jesus, why are you so bossy for kisses,Jared?”
Massaging her well-shaped bottom, I used my gripping hands to thrust her upwards so we were at the same level. “Come here and kiss your husband,woman.”
A teasing brow arched, provoking. “Oh, so we’re playingmarriednow?”
“Youaremywife.”
“Fake wife,” she prompted, grinningmadly.
Maybe not for long.Bloody hell…Where had that idea taken form? I blanched, quiteaghast.
Desperately needing to drown out my insane thoughts, I immediately rolled her onto her back, capturing her lips as I did so, before my arm hooked underneath her leg and thrust into her drenched paradise in one firm, deft stroke. Her cunt clamped down hard, and when I tried to pull back, it sucked me back again and again, utterly voracious andunquenchable.
“Jared, what the Hell! You promised you wouldn’t until tonight!” Gisele grudgingly complained as she moanedmyname.
“It’s what you get for not kissing me,” I unforgivingly pointed out as I plunged into her slick snugness. “Besides, I’m doing us both a favor…You’re wet and horny, anyway. Don’t deny it. I tried to withdraw, but you held me down, choking it without mercy. I’m nothing but a man, kitten. How could I resist you when it begs me to satisfy your body’swishes?”
“You’rehopeless.”
“Only for you,sweetwife.”
I was crazy about her.Indisputably.
Our time was limited. Savoring her whenever possible was something I greatly looked forward tobaskingin.
I had all the wicked intentions of leaving her raw, exhausted beyond comprehension, to the point of blissful mentalincoherence.