The Wrong Wife by Maya Alden

Chapter 25

Esme

He held me after. He stroked my hair and back, my head resting on his shoulder, a thigh resting between his legs, touching his damp semi-erect penis.

"I still owe you a massage," he mumbled, kissing my hair.

"All my aches and pains seem to have gone away."

"Orgasms can do that, I hear. They've done clinical studies to prove that."

I had sex with Declan Knight and enjoyed two incredible, breathtaking, and heart-stealing orgasms.

"Declan?"

"Yes, my love."

My love! Again?

"May I ask an inappropriate question?"

His hold tightened on me. "Ask me anything, Esme."

"Will this change anything?"

"Yes."

My heart hammered, and he nuzzled my head with his chin.

"What?"

"I want you to move into my bedroom. Make it ours."

I raised my head to look at him. "This is starting to feel like…well, not a roommate situation but a relationship."

"You're catching on."

"I don't understand."

He kissed my forehead and settled me back against him. "I don't either. But it feels right. I miss you when I travel. I think about you all the time. I want to text you, but I worry I’ll bother you."

"You'd never bother me."

I felt him smile. "And now that we made love, I don't think I can go without it for long."

I was scared. I wanted to ask how long this would last, but I didn't want to know. Whatever time I had with Declan; I'd take it. Grab it with both hands. I was in love with my husband. I had been falling in love with him from the start, and now…after this, how would I let him go when he inevitably would want to leave?

"What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" He hauled me up, so I lay on top of him. His penis nestled between my thighs.

I looked at him. "I heard you once."

"Hmm?"

"With Viv.”

Realization warmed his face, and I saw regret move in his eyes. "I'm sorry, sweetheart."

"I…you called her Angel."

"Yes."

"Okay." I lay my head back down and winced at my silly gauche question.

"What is that you want to know, Esme?"

"Nothing," I squeaked.

"Are you asking me how it was to have sex with Viv?"

"No," I lied.

"It was different. It's always different. But, sweetheart, just as I wouldn't talk about what it's like to make love with you to anyone else, I can't talk about her with you. Just know that's in the past. This is in the present."

And what about the future, Declan? What happens, then?

"I'm sorry for being insecure."

"Speaking of which, what the fuck was your father doing here?"

"Do we have to talk about it?" I groaned.

"Esme," he cautioned.

"He just… he's upset that you haven't called Viv. They’re hoping for a reconciliation. Her annulment should come through in the next month, and he wanted…well, he asked me to…." I trailed off.

"Since I'm not asking for an annulment, they're trying to pressure you to get one. Is that it?"

I nodded but didn't respond verbally.

"I'll take care of it."

I looked up at him unhappily. "Please don't get into a fight with Daddy."

"I won't fight." But I could tell he was losing interest in our conversation. He shifted under me; his erection turgid like he hadn't come to a little while ago.

"I'm hard again," he murmured.

I shifted so I could straddle him, and as I did, he slipped inside me. I was still wet from the last time, from my orgasm and his.

"Ah," he groaned. "You feel so good, love."

It wasn't easy to move—they made it look so natural in porn films, but I didn't have any purchase to ride him. I put my hand on his chest, rose, and fell, but my movements were jerky, hardly expert. His hands moved under my ass, and he gently lifted me and dropped me back down.

"Like that, Esme. Ride me, sweetheart."

I did, and he watched me hungrily, his hands helped me move atop him. "Your tits look amazing. Look at how well you take me, Esme. Ah, god."

I looked down where we met and was enchanted by the sight. I'd never imagined it could be like this. Dirty and erotic, and yet sweet and loving.

I found my rhythm and started to ride him faster.

"Like that. Just like that. Squeeze me inside you, Esme. I need you to milk me." His voice was hoarse, almost unrecognizable.

I tightened my muscles. "Is that good, Declan?"

"Yes," he muttered, and then suddenly, I was on my back again. "I need to fuck you hard, Esme."

He rammed into me and groaned. "Sweetheart"—thrust— "you are perfect"— "and mine"—thrust— "Say you're mine."

"I'm yours." I've always been.

I came again as he did.

He rolled off me and held me tight as if he'd never let me go.

"Esme, I'm addicted to your pussy."

All thoughts of Viv scattered as we got comfortable against each other. For the first time in a long time, I slept peacefully, feeling loved and well fucked.