Virgin Wife (Virgin Marriage 2)

If what Wyatt said to me last night is true, and that he loves me, then he knows sacrifice more than anyone. Thinking of him married to another woman makes me want to vomit. My heart hurts thinking about what it was like for him that day. He waited for me and I wonder if he would have come for me if not for the divorce. How long did he know it was fake? Maybe if I looked at my annulment papers or the prenup, I could see something there. I didn’t pay any attention to it because it never mattered. The day my father made me marry Aiden, I thought I lost everything. I signed what I was told because what else could have been taken from me?

But as Wyatt holds me in his arms I’m reminded that it doesn’t matter. I’m here now, and there’s nothing ever coming between us again.

For the first time in my life I want to thank my mother for making me always do those stupid exercise classes. I can keep up with my husband and his appetite for me. I might have passed out first, but I’m wide awake now.

I look over at him and see him sleeping with a smug look on his face. I used to tell myself I hated that look, but that was a lie. I’ve wanted to kiss that smirk for years and last night I’d done more than that.

I’m draped across his big body and his arms tighten as I press my lips to his.

“Where are you going?” he asks with his eyes still closed. “Are you trying to get away from me already?”

“I was going to kiss you but—”

My smart-mouth comment is cut off when he rolls me over and his mouth comes down on mine. I moan, enjoying him taking control. It’s something I never in my life thought that I would want, but maybe it’s because Wyatt is different. It’s sweet and endearing and I love how much it’s about us. This has nothing to do with the rest of the world or what our obligations are.

I raise my hips in invitation, needing him inside of me again. I lost count how many times he made me cum last night and into the early morning. I still want more. I’ve never felt this close to anyone and this is different on so many levels. The way I feel with him right now is everything and I don’t want it to stop.

“Princess.” His warning tone doesn’t stop me. In fact, I think it has the opposite effect. I know with him he’ll let me get away with anything.

“Wyatt,” I beg, as everything about him pushes me to plead for more.

“I’ve got you, but only with a kiss.” I pretend to pout, which I’ve noticed it turns him on. Before I can say a word, he slides down my body and between my legs. “You’re sore. Let me take care of you.”

He kisses my tender skin and it’s so gentle and sweet I want to cry. Not only because he loves me but because I get to see this side of him, a side no one knows. We both have this part of us hidden from the rest of the world and it makes the bond between us stronger.

He licks me slowly as he pushes my pleasure close to the edge. I dig my fingers into his hair as his swift tongue gets me there so quickly. Maybe this why I’ve never been drawn to another man. My body has always known it belongs to him. He controls it with ease and I yearn for every touch.

My body comes undone and I cry his name. I release my grip on his hair and melt into the bed. I open my eyes and realize he’s still there on his knees between my legs. His eyes lock with mine as he presses the tip of his cock into me. I watch the muscles in his arm flex as he jacks himself a few times. I gasp when his warm release shoots inside of me and fills me up again. He groans my name and the sight of my husband overtaken by pleasure is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

He wasn’t joking about the pregnancy and he was making it clear. I can see it in his eyes when he lets go of his cock. I lick my lips when I see a small bead of cum at the tip and I want to taste it.

“No,” he tells me, moving over my body and planting his hands on either side of me. “Don’t ask me to cum in your pretty mouth.” He brushes his lips against mine. “I’ll do it, but not yet.” He brushes his big hand against my stomach.