The Trophy Wife by Evie Baxter

Twenty-Eight

This time, I helped Bastian put the condom on. I knew it was pretty basic knowledge, but when you’ve never done it before it’s not something you want to get wrong.

Then Bastian lay between my legs, his weight on his elbows on either side of my head, and those green eyes of his held mine as he slid his hard length deep inside me. The stretch was sublime. The twinge of pain as my body adjusted something I found dark delight in. I liked that my body had to work at accepting his thickness. I loved the way it felt when my muscles relaxed and let him in further.

It was like welcoming him into my soul.

Bastian’s eyes stayed glued to mine as he pushed himself ever deeper, his intensity driving my pulse rate higher. I bit my lower lip as I struggled to keep my eyes open, the overwhelming pleasure of having him inside me again fogging my brain.

When his cock was buried as deep as it could go, he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine like he was worshipping them. When he pulled away, he looked different. Emotion swept over his face, then he said, “I love you, Tori Belmane. I love everything about you. And Isla too. You don’t have to say it back, but I needed you to know. You are it for me.”

My heart skipped a beat, my breath caught in my throat. Before I could speak, Bastian kissed me again. This time open mouthed, passionate and consuming. As our tongues duelled, he drove into me again and again, like he was trying to get so deep he never came out again.

Which was fine by me.

All my senses were amplified. I was aware of every thick inch of him touching all my inner nerve endings, the press of his pubic bone to my clit every time he went deep. The slide of his tongue. The salty, musky scent of his skin. The heat of his breath on my cheek. The sound of his breath hitching as he approached completion.

I threw my arms around his shoulders and pulled his weight down on me, wanting to feel his skin on mine, everywhere. The rasp of his chest hair against my hard nipples. The bulge of his biceps as he still bore some of his weight to keep from crushing me.

All my senses lit bright, adding to the pleasure my body was receiving. I rocked my hips into his with each thrust. Clenched around him as I felt my orgasm peaking. Pressed my face to the crook of his neck and bit down gently as wave after wave of pleasure consumed me.

Dimly I was aware of Bastian’s shout as he stilled within me, and I could feel the pulsing of his cock as he came too. His head was thrown back, his face a rictus of pleasure.

“Fucking hell! I love you, woman.”

Bastian dropped to the bed beside me, one heavy arm pinning me to him. I curled within his embrace, loving the strength and comfort that he gave me. I wasn’t ready to say the words yet, but I could feel the blossoming joy inside me, growing on those feelings I had in the playing fields earlier that day.

Pressing my lips to the sweat slicked bulge of his pec, I drifted off to sleep.

Bastian wokeme during the night, front pressed to my back, his fingers between my legs, my sex already wet and wanting. He pushed into me from behind, and moved with lazy sinuous strokes while his fingers continued to play with my clit. My orgasm was a warm flood of pleasure that swept over my body in waves. His, a silent sigh and tensed muscles, followed by another affirmation of his love for me.

Morning brought me awake when Bastian rolled me on top of himself, pushing my sleepy body upright with a cheeky grin.

“Morning,” he greeted me.

“Morning wood,” I said back, glancing down between my legs where his hard on pushed, looking for attention.

“All for you,” Bastian informed me, still grinning.

“I should hope so,” I smirked back, because I too was in a good mood.

I slid down his body until I was between his legs, up close and personal with his cock. Something that had been brutally forced and unpleasant with Robert had suddenly become something I wanted to experience with Bastian, to give to him of my free will.

I looked up at him, determined he understand. “I’ve never done this willingly before.”

He reached down, prepared to pull me back up his body. I batted his hands away.

“But I want to do it to you. For you. Just, well, don’t be surprised if I’m kind of crap at it. And please don’t hold my head, or try to control my movements. Right now, I think that would be a trigger that I couldn’t deal with.”

He studied my face intently, like he was trying to ensure this was something I really wanted to do. “You sure?” he asked, wanting verbal confirmation.

“I’d like to try. Please understand if it becomes too much. Sorry,” I ended lamely.

“Only do what you want to do, baby. Always. And if you want to play with my cock right now, I’m not going to stop you.” He gave me a cheeky little grin with that statement, trying to lighten the mood. “I’ll just lie back and take it.” With that he put his hands behind his head with over exaggerated moves, smirking at me all the while.

“Cute,” I told him, already feeling more capable of trying this. “Have a condom ready for if I change things up,” I instructed. I watched one of his long arms snake out and nab another condom from the bedside table and place it at his side, ready for when it was required.

I looked away from him and turned my attention to his steely hard appendage. It rested on his belly, almost reaching to his belly button, the ridges of veins marking its surface. I took one finger and traced the length of it, from silky smooth head to the heavy sacs of his balls. I explored him like I had never seen a cock before. In truth I hadn’t seen one like this before. It was in a different league than Robert’s.

When I was ready, my tongue followed the path of my finger in reverse. I flattened it and slid it over his balls, before travelling up his inches until I reached his head again, empowered by the drop of precum that glistened at the tip, not to mention the growl of appreciation that he gave.

I swirled my tongue around the head, tasting his essence, and liking the salty muskiness of it. I lifted the weight of his balls in my hand, rolling them gently. I flicked my tongue across his frenulum. I watched as his cock twitched in reaction to each move, lurching towards my mouth like it had a mind of its own.

Then I wrapped my hands around his base and suctioned the head into my mouth, continuing to flick my tongue even as I moved him a bit deeper.

“Jesus, that feels amazing, Tori.” I gloried at his words, gaining confidence with every moment.

Bastian’s stomach muscles were taut, my view sublime over every delineated muscle. My eyes met his, which burned with lust and need as they watched me take him into my mouth again and again. This act, up until now, had been forced and painful and nasty. With Bastian, it was hot as hell. Every moan he emitted ramped up my own desire.

I took him as deep as I could one more time then tore my mouth from him and gasped, “Condom!”

His hands flew out from behind his head and scrabbled around the bed covers until he found the packet. Ripping it open with his teeth, he rolled it down his cock in time for me to straddle him and sink down on his length, throwing my head back with a sigh of satisfaction.

He felt so damn good inside me. All the pain and humiliation I associated with sex was wiped clean when I was with this man.

I rocked my body over his, grinding my clit into his sex with each move, building my pleasure with every motion. The jade green of his eyes was molten as he let me have my way with him. He didn’t grab my hips, or place his thumb on my clit. He just let me ride him, whispering dirty words of encouragement, until I imploded.

Panting as the last waves of my orgasm scoured me clean and buried painful memories under the bliss of new ones, I collapsed on Bastian’s chest. Swiftly, he rolled us, so he was on top, his steely member still buried deep. Then, with a flex of his hips, he drove into me hard, grunting out how good I felt.

I pulled my legs high, crossing my ankles in the small of his back, holding him tight to me and gloried in his taking of me. The feel of him was sublime, but it was his words, and the fire in his eyes, his need for me, that drove me over the edge again. As my walls spasmed around his cock Bastian let out a shout as he joined me in ecstasy.

We were going to have to have a talk about quiet sex if we ever did it when Isla was in her bedroom next to mine.