The Billionaire's Unexpected Wife: Part 2

No. I wasn’t going to let the night end like this. I was his wife, and I was going to do everything I could to make things better. I might not have been able to get him to talk to me, but that wasn’t all I could do to comfort him right then and there.

I followed him into the bedroom where he had already stripped down and was about to climb into bed, and he turned to glance up at me. Before I could overthink what I was about to do, I leaned down and kissed him.

As soon as our mouths met, I knew it was different than before. When I had been with him in this apartment previously, it had always been a swell of desire for each other, as though if we didn’t take each other right then and right there, we might expire, but this was different. He slid his arm around my waist and drew me on to his lap. I could feel the tension unwinding from his body, everything that he’d been carrying all day long rushing out of him. I slipped my arms around him, and he guided me down on to the bed so that he was on top of me, his body pressed down on mine, the warmth and strength of him comforting me in ways I didn’t know I needed.

He stripped me down swiftly and deftly, and I noticed the way his ring caught the light as he moved, and my heart skipped a beat. Sometimes, I forgot that we were bonded in such a profound way. I reached up to brush the hair back from his face and saw my own ring on my finger, a reminder of what we shared, the secrets we carried for each other. He kissed me again, this time with more intent, and we moved our bodies against each other as though they were the only things in the whole damn world that mattered. The two of us floated in an ocean of doubt, but we could make it work if we clung to each other to stay above water.

He moved his hand between my legs, and I planted a kiss on the corner of his mouth, watching the way it curled up as we touched each other. I felt a little twinge of victory, seeing that smile on his face and knowing I had put it there, but then his hand found my pussy and everything else seemed to fade. He flattened his fingers against my clit and massaged me softly, pulling back an inch so that our mouths weren’t quite touching, so I could feel his breath teasing my skin. It took everything I had not to cry out in pleasure, not to beg him for more, but I wanted him to take the lead here. I wanted him to use us to make himself feel better, to explore that connection and figure out just how deep it went. I closed my eyes and moved my hips back against him, and before I knew it, the pleasure had overwhelmed me, taken me, owned me.

“I need to be inside you,” he breathed in my ear, letting his touch trace briefly over the arch as he reached into the bedside cabinet for a condom. I parted my legs and ran my hands over his back as he sheathed himself, watching the way his muscles moved beneath his skin with every motion. I wanted to touch him, every inch of him. That feeling from before coursed through me, the reminder that this wasn’t going to last forever, that I wasn’t always going to have this man at my beck and call, that I wouldn’t always be able to just slide between the sheets with him to make things better. I forced it to the back of my mind as he slid between my legs and kissed me again, guiding my legs back and easing himself inside of me.

“Oh my god,” I gasped, and he brushed his mouth softly over my neck as he began to move inside of me. How could he still feel this good? Even when the novelty wasn’t there the way it was before, even when we shared this out of affection instead of straight desire, it felt so unbelievably good.

I ran my hands through his hair and tugged his head back so that he was looking at me. His eyes were soft, but they felt as though they were burning straight through me as we connected in this way, in this way that I never had with anyone else before in my life. I could see he felt it, too, even if he would never have admitted it. He needed this more than he knew, needed whatever the hell the two of us were sharing right now. I hooked my ankles around his back and drew him in deeper, feeling as though I could crawl inside his skin and not feel close enough right now.

He thrust into me slowly, but the pressure was building fast, as though it had been waiting to spill over all day. Kristo leaned down and wrapped his arms around me, pressing his head into my shoulder, and I sank my nails into his back and moved back against him, the two of us finding each other at a matching pace and fucking until it felt as though the entire world around us had dropped away for good, forever.

“Oh,” I groaned in his ear, and the intimacy and the intensity pushed me over the edge all at once, my body crumpling around his. He thrust deep inside me, and I could hear his breath, could feel his heart. Everything about him, the blood pulsing through his veins, felt as though it was pouring into me as I came. And moments later, he tipped over the edge as well, holding me so close, I wasn’t sure we would ever disentangle as his cock twitched deep inside of me.

We held ourselves like that for a moment or two longer, and I listened to his breathing as it returned to normal, planting my hand on his chest to feel the race of his heart. He pressed his forehead to mine and closed his eyes, and I stared at him, at the man I had tried so hard to convince myself I didn’t love. Whatever lies I had been spinning myself all this time, they were starting to come apart at the seams, and I couldn’t wait to see what lay on the other side.