The Wrong Wife by Maya Alden

Chapter 24

Declan

Icame home early because Raya told me Julien had come over the previous evening and stayed for an hour.

"Take off your blouse," I requested when we got to my bedroom. I wanted her here. I wanted to see her lying on my dark blue sheets. Her hair spread on my pillow.

She didn't question me and just took it off with her back turned to me. "And your bra." My throat was dry as I watched her unhook her bra. I took the sensible white bra and tossed it aside. "And now your pants, sweetheart."

I thought she'd say something, but she didn't. Her hands shook as she unbuttoned and unzipped. The pants fell at her feet. She wore a pair of white panties that hugged her tight brown ass, the contrast brutally erotic.

"Lie on your stomach, gorgeous."

She did as I asked. She was not looking at me, but I could feel her stiffness and tension.

She snuggled into the pillow as if inhaling my scent.

I went into my bathroom and found some massage oil, which had been used in a similar situation a while ago. I had not been the masseuse then.

"Sweetheart, where does it hurt?"

"Declan," she whispered, her eyes closed.

"Yes." I leaned close to her face, her lips an inch away from mine.

She opened her eyes, and I saw desire, regret, and fear all accompanying into lust.

"If we have sex, what will change?"

"I'll stop jerking off in the shower as much as I do."

She smiled. "You've been traveling…I thought you'd find…."

I kissed her then, slowly, gently. "I told you I wouldn't cheat on you."

I turned her on her back and kissed her again. Her lips were soft and delicious.

"Declan," she gasped when I trailed my mouth across her jaw and caught her ear lobe in my teeth.

"Yes, sweetheart." My hands couldn't stop touching her, feeling her. I now knew she could do a hundred pushups, and that's why her body was so toned. Her breasts were agonizingly soft, her nipples hard with arousal.

I kissed her again, and my hands went over her stomach, and I was about to part her thighs and see if she was wet when she pushed me away.

I moved away instantly. "Esme?"

Her hands moved to pull at the comforter to cover herself. "No."

"Okay." I had gotten carried away. I stepped away. “I’m sorry.”

"No, it’s not that." She seemed afraid, and I felt my heart wrench. No, I didn't want her to be scared of me. What had I done to make her feel this way? Did I touch her in a way that reminded her of something else?

"Tell me, my love."

My love?

"I…meant to, but I… didn't."

"Esme, you've got to talk in full sentences."

She swallowed. "I wanted to go for a bikini wax but didn't have the time. And…I also didn't think we'd end up this way."

It wouldn't do I decided, to smile now. God, but she was adorable.

"Sweetheart, I love your pussy." I kissed her on her nose.

"But it's…I know women do the whole…." She closed her eyes, obviously embarrassed.

"Okay, I understand. Let me look, and I’ll let you know how it looks."

I gently pulled the comforter away and kissed each hardened nipple. It would take some work to distract her. I let my hands go between her legs as my mouth went down the curve of her soft stomach.

"You're so wet, Esme." I pulled her panties down and threw them aside.

"Declan, I'm sorry," she whimpered, her eyes closed.

"Don't be. I'll lick it off." I deliberately misunderstood her.

I could smell her sweet arousal and feel the tremors in her thighs as my fingers stroked her clit. I parted her thighs and looked at her. She was pink, dewy, and swollen. Her clit begged to be sucked, and I couldn't resist any longer. I went down on her like a starving man.

I put two fingers inside her to open her up as I sucked her clit. She was tight, and my cock throbbed to find out how she'd feel. Wet, wanting, clasping, milking.

Her fingers were in my hair, pushing and pulling.

"What do you want, Esme? Tell me what you want."

"Please," she moaned.

"Please, what?"

"I need to come, Declan. Please."

I needed her to come as well because I couldn't wait to taste her and see pleasure fill her eyes.

"Open your eyes, Esme." She languorously looked at me, disoriented and aroused.

"Watch me, my love. Watch me take you. I need you to watch me."

I was a wreck. I felt like I was fifteen again with my first girl, unable to control myself. I could already feel the precum making my underwear wet.

I sucked her clit hard and inserted three fingers inside her.

She flew apart on a cry. I kissed her labia as she came down from her height, panting.

"Your pussy is gorgeous," I told her as I rose to remove my clothes.

She licked her lips when she saw my erect cock.

"Can I taste you, too?" she asked.

My penis jerked in response. "Not this time. I need to be inside you. I'm clean. Are you on birth control?"

"Yes."

"I want to take you bare."

"Yes."

I lay on top of her and drove into her. As aroused as I was, being inside her filled me with a sense of peace. This was not sex. This was heaven. I lifted her thighs and placed them on my shoulder to go deep. I wanted her to feel me inside her womb.

"You're so beautiful." I kissed her and drove my tongue inside her mouth, keeping pace with my erection. "Can you come for me again, sweetheart? Can you come with me inside you?"

My fingers went to where we were joined, and I pinched her clit. She tightened around me and came. Her thighs on my shoulders shook, she gasped out my name, and I lost control. I started to slam inside her repeatedly until I couldn't tell where she ended, and I began.

I came with a violence I had not ever experienced. It had never been like this. Peaceful and hungry; a storm and a calm sea; arousal and…love. Fuck.

When had I fallen in love with Esme?