He stilled within her. Lana collapsed against the desk, one leg attempting to rise on it if it weren’t for Ken pulling it back down.
“You’re the only one I need, Wife. Did you hear that? You’re my wife.” Ken moved again, this time gentler, as if he were making tender love to her. Lana hid her face behind her hand. Everything was almost too much to bear. “That means you’re the only one I really need for the rest of my life. Do you believe me?”
It was hard to answer when he was so deep inside her, his cock warm and familiar, yet using her in ways she hadn’t felt in so long. “Yes,” she whimpered again. “I believe you. You’re the only one I really need too.”
He pulled out, letting the cold air into her body. How did he get me that stretched so quickly… Lana didn’t have time to think. Ken yanked her off his desk, hauling her over to the leather sofa he sometimes lounged on. When Lana landed on it, back against leather and left leg swinging over the top of the couch, she knew she wasn’t getting off it again until her husband punished and claimed her.
“You’re mine, Lana.” His growl made her tremble. The buttons popping off his shirt as he quickly disrobed it made her lose herself all over her thighs and the leather beneath her body. “For ten more years, for the rest of my life, I’m not making love to anyone like I make love to you. Now promise me you’ll respect my integrity from now on.”
“I will!”
“Do you want my cock?” It remained between her spread legs, refusing to enter until she answered. “Tell me you want it.”
“I do!” Lana didn’t just want that. She wanted him, her husband, the man she loved and swore loved her back. “Fuck me, Ken!”
No matter how in charge he was in any situation, Ken could never resist a request like that. He slipped right into her, taking her to his hilt and forcing all his strength into her. Lana cried in ecstasy, in pain, in foreboding as her husband used her as he damn well pleased.
Lana didn’t care what others may say about her. She didn’t care what she looked like when she had sex. She didn’t regard the world as a place where her worth was tied into her role as wife and mistress of a household. In these moments, however, she wanted to believe that the world didn’t exist outside of her and Ken anyway. No other man made her feel this way. Now she understood that no other woman made him feel this way.
Throwing all that trust back into the man turned her into the person she knew she wanted to be.
“Hell, Lana.” Ken grabbed her breasts, driving himself deep within her, searching for the spot that would send her to another realm of reality. When he does, I’ll come, and then he’ll come with me. He once told her that he never orgasmed as hard as he did when he watched her climax. They weren’t perfect. There were many times one would finish climaxing before the other began. But when they could be in perfect unison? Lana never felt more in tune with her husband than in those moments. “Fuck me, you’re so damned hot.”
She was hot? Did the man know what he looked like, with the sweat running down his chest and his slick cock coming in and out of her? Lana grabbed his arms and closed her eyes. “Come in me, Ken,” she demanded, stepping out of her bounds. “I want to feel like your wife.”
He slipped his hands from her breasts to her neck. “Don’t you mean my whore?”
“Same difference.”
The way he took her after that was unlike ever before.
There was pain, but it was so satisfying, because it meant she was alive with her husband, here and now. The pain was eclipsed by the intense pleasure rippling through her, attempting to drag Ken down with her into the abyss she carved by herself. Kill us both and let us rest in peace. It was morbid to think about death during sex, and yet Lana found it peaceful. They were going to be together for the rest of their lives, carnally and spiritually. One day they would lose the carnally. Was that such a bad thing?
Well, for now she was more than happy to keep the carnal side of things. Especially when she began to climax, her whole body shaking in pleasure and begging to feel her husband come inside her – to reassure her that she was his for now, for eternity.