I take her left hand and kiss the ring wrapped around it, the diamond sparkling in the afternoon light filtering inside, while kneeling before her. “I’m forever indebted to you. Your wish is my command. How may I please you, your majesty?”
Her chest rises and falls with heavy breaths as her eyes take me in. Lifting her high-as-fuck heels onto the bed, her knees are bent and then flutter open for me. “Do you know how fucking sexy you are when you take exactly what you want, Alexander?”
Shrugging off my jacket, I stand and undo my belt, not bothering to remove the shirt or tie. I want to fuck her. Hard. My suit pants fall to my ankles, and I yank my boxer briefs down, freeing the hard-on that has less patience than I do. “You know what I want?”
“No. Show me.”
I grab her ankles and pull her ass to the edge of the bed. Sliding my hands under her, I grab the top of her panties and yank them down. Caught around the top of her shoes, I slip one side and then the other off, careful to leave the heels on. Leaning in, I tease, tempt, and entice her with the tip that’s ready for her. Taking my cock in hand, I rub it against her slick pussy.
She begins to squirm, holding tight to her sounds and groans. I want her begging. I want her pleading for my dick before I give it to her. “How does that feel?”
“So good. I’m ready. So ready.”
“Tell me how much, baby.”
“God, so much.”
I could bury myself in the heat emanating from her, lost for hours in the sensation, but I can also be a total cad and asshole if it increases her pleasure, and mine. And I intend to increase her pleasure until she’s thoroughly fucked and her body’s jelly. “How much, Sara Jane?”
“So much.”
Slipping the tip inside her, I reward her for her confession, and steady myself and still my body. Her eyes were closed but fly back open. “Why did you stop?”
“I’m waiting.”
She lifts up on her elbows, her eyebrows pinching together. “Waiting for what?”
“You know what I want.”
A sly smile slides into place and she wiggles her hips, teasing, tempting, enticing me to push into her safe haven. The tips of her fingers graze lightly over the fabric clinging to her chest, and she dutifully requests, “Please fuck me, King.”
Fuck.
Digging my fingers into her hips, I slam into her, unkind, impatient, and every other sin a husband can commit against his wife. I fill her deep and solid, to the hilt until her head goes back and her mouth falls open. Her back arches and moans escape.
Pain and pleasure.
Physically and emotionally.
Our bodies finally reunite.
Our souls blurred together in the reunion.
I find solace in the warm and welcoming walls of her temple, losing who I am and discovering her all over again.
We fuck.
We love.
We lose ourselves in moans and feelings, overwhelming sensations. When her body tremors around me, her little earthquakes luring mine, I give in and trust the fall because we’re falling together.
I didn’t realize I had dropped my body on top of her until the tips of dancing nails under my shirt enliven my skin. “It’s okay, Alexander. I’ll never leave you.” I somehow lost myself to darkness, but like she has done so often, she drags me to the light. “I love you.”
“I love you,” I reply, pushing myself off and falling beside her. My breathing is ragged and I keep my eyes closed for just a minute more. Our fingers find each other in the space that remains and tangle like we entwined our lives together forever. I turn to see my bride and find the angel I’ve always loved beside me. “Sorry about your hair, but you look even more beautiful to me.”
“You are all that matters,” she replies with a satisfied smile. “It was the orgasm, right? That’s what you owed me?” There’s a twinkle in her eyes that makes me smile.
“I think I’ve owed you a good and solid memorable one for a long time now.”
Rolling to her side, she faces me, and caresses my cheek. “They’re all memorable.” She leans forward and kisses the end of my nose, and then lower, letting her lips linger longer on mine. “I love you, Alexander Roman Kingwood the fourth. Forever.”
“I love you, my wife.” Her smile stays until I add, “Guess we should attend our own reception.”
With a heavy sigh, she rolls to her back again. “Do we have to? Can’t we just stay in here the rest of the day?” One of her eyebrows rises along with that side of her mouth—naughtily. “And night?”
“I’ve corrupted you, you rebel.”
“I always had it in me. That’s what drew you to me.”
“It was the Payday, actually.”
“The Payday?”
“The candy bar you were eating.”
Pushing up and resting her body on the weight of an arm propped up on the mattress, her shock is clear in the playful wide eyes and huge smile. “You remember what candy bar I was eating?”
“I remember everything about you, especially on that day. They aren’t just details from memories. They’re the history that makes our love story.”
She lowers her chest to mine and kisses me again. Then she gets up. The skirt of her dress falls to the floor, hiding her sexy legs from me again as she stands between my open legs, smiling. Picking up her red panties, she twirls them on a finger and says, “It was your bike and the leather jacket. It’s hard to resist a bad boy.”
Before she can saunter away, I grab her wrist and pull her onto my lap. With my arms wrapped around her, I steal a kiss, and with my lips pressed to hers, I say, “You’ve changed me, Mrs. Kingwood. That bad boy is gone and I’m going to be the best damn husband you ever dreamed of.”
“I never dreamed of a perfect husband with a nine-to-five. I don’t need boring routines. You are exactly what I want.” She shrugs, her body wrapped in mine. “I always preferred a black stallion over a white pony anyway.”
“How about white picket fences?”
She blows on her nails pretending she’s bored. The sexy minx. “Only haunted manors for me.”
Laughter bursts from my chest, even though in my heart I know she hates the manor. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
Rubbing her hand over my heart, she replies in complete sincerity, “You’re going to be the life of me, so we’ll call it even.”
39
Alexander
We could pretend, but why? We’ve lived in lies for too long. It’s time for us to live in truths. I escort my wife to the terrace for our reception. I left my jacket in the room and loosened my tie, unbuttoned the collar and rolled up the sleeves. I did tuck the shirt back in after fucking though. I’m not a complete classless prick.
But my wife. Damnnnn. Luckiest bastard ever.