I loved him.
I knew I did. I didn’t need to know his favorite fucking color to know I loved him.
Leaning forward, I took him into my mouth and swirled my tongue around the top of his glans. Groans emitted from Eli’s mouth let me know he was already enjoying the experience. I sucked on him, loving how he filled my mouth up so much that I felt the stretch in my lips and jaw. Drool ran down from my mouth onto his cock and I used it to help rub my hand up and down his girth as I sucked on him harder and harder. My movements became firmer, my head bobbing up and down as I worked him. I allowed my fingers to wander and stroke his balls. It must have been sensitive because Eli arched up pushing his dick further down my throat. I relaxed the back of my throat to encompass his vast inches. As Eli began to give me the telltale signs that he was about to come I feasted on his dick, feeling like my jaw was breaking. His climax broke as a loud groan left his mouth and he shuddered, hot spurts of cum shooting into my mouth and down my throat. I swallowed every last drop, licking around my mouth as Eli’s hooded gaze met my satisfied and smug appearance.
“Ten out of ten on your oral exam, Mrs. King.” Eli said lazily.
Unfastening the belt, I left the bed to go to freshen up in the bathroom.
“Order a selection of food, husband, I’ve worked up quite an appetite.” I instructed him.
While we tucked into a selection of food laid out on the dining table of our suite, the weirdness of our new situation began to show. I only ever sat at the other side of a desk from Eli taking direction and passing on messages, or took notes at business dinners. Yes, we’d done the text to each other each night to confirm we were home safe, but usually our relationship was strictly confined to work.
“I think we have some decisions to make.” I told Eli.
“Yes, I agree. Do we do a show, visit the aquarium, hit the rollercoaster, take the helicopter ride over the Grand Canyon? I’ll let you decide.”
“You know that’s not what I mean.”
“So, shoot.” He said. “Let’s make some.”
“Where are we going to live?” I asked him. “My tiny apartment in Brooklyn, your extremely large mansion, or a brand new place?”
“I’ll be wherever you are. I don’t give a crap where we live, so you choose.”
“So, if I say that I’ll move into yours for now, but if I don’t settle there we can look for some place else? Does that sound okay?”
“Sounds great.”
“And we’ll keep mine as a place to meet up on secret rendezvous.”
Yeah, keep it in case the marriage fails miserably. God there was that annoying voice of doubt again.
“Okay, so what about work? How does the affect our working relationship?”
Eli put down his glass of juice. “Ah, well I’d really like it if you stayed as my assistant, although I have a feeling we’ll not get as much work done as we used to.” He smiled, and I laughed. “If it gets strange because of our personal relationship then we discuss whether you become more involved in the business, maybe become a partner, or stay home and live a life of leisure. You can be a bed keeper-warmer.” He winked.
Again reality hit hard. I was the wife of a billionaire. Never again would I wear a thick sweater because I couldn’t afford to have the heating on that night. Everything was going to change. I could already imagine people looking down their nose at the fact that the little assistant was now the billionaire’s wife.
“What’s that expression all about, baby?” Eli leaned over and stroked my cheek.
“I was just wondering how news of our marriage will be received by people like your business associates. Will I have to dress in Chanel 24-7 now to keep up appearances?”
“We will be ourselves.” Said Eli, “and people will accept us or they can show themselves out.”
“We’re not going to be the same people though, Eli.” I insisted. “I’m now your wife. What if we’ve had an argument the night before and then you try to ask me to type you a letter and I tell you to go screw yourself?”
“Then I’ll back off and buy you some flowers. Speaking of which. I got you some the other night at dinner, but we left so fast I didn’t get a chance to give them to you. So I have lots of flowers to buy you and it won’t always be when we’ve been arguing. Sometimes it’ll be because I love you.”
Eli jolted as he said that. Like the thought hadn’t occurred to him before.
“Well, I should hope we love each other, husband.” I reassured him. “Otherwise we really were premature getting hitched.”
He picked up a bottle of champagne that the hotel had sent to our suite and filled us a glass for both of us.
“To my darling wife, I love you.” He said to me.
“And to my gorgeous husband. I love you too.” I told him.