His Au Pair Obsession (His Obsession 2)

Barrett

For the second and last time in my life, I signed my name next to another’s in a contract of marriage. This time, it would last forever. I’d make sure of it. The courthouse was bright, and the ceremony short and sweet, thankfully, as I couldn’t wait one more moment to make Emma Andrews into Emma Bonneville.

The kids were excited to be out of school for the morning, and groaned complaints when we dropped them there on the way home from the ceremony.

“But why can’t we stay with you today?” Henry whined. He had no idea the things I was going to do to Emma as soon as I got her alone.

“It’s only a few hours. I’ll be here to pick you up soon!” Emma promised. As always, her gentle encouragement soothed excited tempers, and we were able to pry them out the car and into school. I drove like a maniac on the short way home. Emma laughed, holding her hand up in the morning sun to look at her rings.

“I can’t believe we’re married,” she sighed, smiling at her hand.

“Believe it. You’re mine, Emma Bonneville, and nothing on this earth will ever change that,” I told her, giving her a grin as I pulled up at the townhouse.

“Well, I suppose the authorities could if they decide we got married just for my green card,” she said, worry touching her brow. I didn’t want anything to worry her today, or any other day.

“Let me worry about that and besides, I plan to make you already so deeply in love with me that they’ll take one look at you, and know it’s real,” I vowed. She smiled.

“And you?”

“I’m already so obsessed with you. The only person in this city who didn’t see it was you, sweetheart,” I told her, getting out of the car and sweeping around to her side.

“Obsessed is a strong word,” she commented, as I opened her door and took her hand.

“It’s a little weak for the way I feel,” I said, surprising her by picking her up. Up the stairs, and over the threshold, we went.

“Is that right? Is it wrong that I like it?” she wondered, as I carried her straight up the stairs and to my room. Our room. Kicking the door shut, I put her on the edge of the bed and caged her in with my arms, stopping only inches away from kissing her. I shook my head.

“No. Nothing you feel about me is wrong. There are no rules, except those we make together,” I told her. She swallowed, and I watched the movement, before leaning in and kissing her fluttering pulse in her neck.

“Nervous or excited?” I asked.

“Both,” she admitted. I’d known as soon as I heard that my sweet girl was a virgin that I’d wait until we were married to be inside her. Sure, it had only been three days, with the looming visa deadline, but it had been a long three days.

I brought my hands to the buttons of her dress. It was a simple, button up day dress, white, with tiny blue flowers, but she had made the most stunning bride. Everything about the sight of her today, first taking me as her husband and now, looking at me with lust, the man who would be her first and last everything, were imprinted on my heart. I’d never forget one moment with this woman. She had brought me back to life, made us a family again, and I would spend the rest of my days worshiping her for it.

My hands opened the buttons and pulled away her dress with ease, and then I was cupping her breasts through her pale pink lacy bra, and reaching lower. I wanted her naked. My eyes roved over her panties.

“Lace today?” I murmured, thinking of that first pair that I’d hidden away, and fantasized with way too many times.

“I figured I should wear something sexy,” she said, watching me with dark eyes as I undid her front clasping bra and tugged her panties down her legs.

“Your cotton panties were sexy to me. Everything you wear is sexy to me, Emma… change nothing about yourself, and you’ll always be the woman who rules my body,” I told her thickly, tossing her discarded clothes to the side and finally feasting my eyes on her naked flesh.

“Well, likewise,” she said shyly. Fuck. This woman had the key to my heart, and despite knowing I was a fool for her, every single time she surprised me with just how much I wanted her.

“I’m going to taste you now, and when you’re good and ready, my sweetheart, my wife… I’m going to fuck you,” I said, shifting down the bed to press her thighs wide, and lick her. She was silent to begin with, squirming and gasping, until I brought her where she needed to be, and her hands grew brave, gripping my hair, and her hips moved violently against my willing face. She came brilliantly, with a scream I wanted to hear for days, and as her body clenched around nothing, I moved up, undoing my own pants, and slid inside her. I already knew Emma was on the pill. I’d seen the packets in the bathroom. If she didn’t want kids, that was fine. We had Henry and Chloe. If she did, then I’d give her all the kids she wanted, or fuck myself to death trying.

“Hell, Emma, you’re trying to kill me,” I muttered, as her insane tightness gripped me. She was breathing hard, burrowed into my shoulder, and I stilled, worried that my rough thrust had hurt her. “Sweetheart?” I questioned, trying to see her face. Finally, I unearthed it, through her hair, and saw her pupils blown with lust, and her mouth open in a gasp.

“It feels even better than I’d imagined it would be,” she muttered, and then reached down and gripped my ass, pulling me more firmly against her. I groaned, as she moved her hips, goading me to move.

“It might feel good now, but you’ll be sore tomorrow,” I worried. She laughed, a throaty, sexy sound.

“Then I’ll be sore tomorrow. Right now, I want my husband to fuck me, like I’ve been fantasising he would for six months,” she said, and then leaned in and spoke against my ear. “Please, Mr Bonneville… fuck me hard,” she begged, her voice full of knowing exactly what she was doing to me. With a groan, I felt my control snap and fly out of reach. I pulled her legs up around my waist, and thrust into her, pulling out as far as I could and then back in, parting her virgin muscles with every movement. She cried out. Her nails gouged my back, but her hands held me closer, and I lost myself in her. For the first time in my life, I lost all sense of time and restraint. I’d lost my head, just like I’d lost my heart to this woman.

I don’t know how long passed, while I pumped into her tightness, but soon, I felt an end approaching. She was gripping me so tightly, and her muscles were spasming around me, when I finally let myself tip over the edge. As I slammed in deep, I reached between us, and circled her clit with my fingers, sending her right after me, crying out and contracting even harder. I filled her up as she held me tightly and came hard.

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