The Wrong Wife by Maya Alden

Chapter 34

Esme

When I fell into bed after the gala, I was exhausted—but happier than ever. Declan had been with me the whole time. Dancing, holding my hand, carrying me when I was tired. His father had been a surprise, and he would come to Safe Harbor and see if he could volunteer. He was taking a month off from traveling while he made plans for a trip to South America and Antarctica in the winter—and wanted to be productive.

"I had a great time, Declan." I snuggled into him, resting my head on his shoulder. His arm was around me.

"Me too."

"Can we go again for another such event? Especially if your father will be there?"

He laughed. "You liked him, did you?"

"Very much. He's nothing like your mother…not that there's anything wrong with her; they're just different. Your mother is—"

"Cold," he interrupted. "You don't have to like everyone, Esme."

"I don't dislike your mother, Declan. I could never. She has some great qualities. Do you know all the work she's done to help women in business as a judge?"

"I want to apologize for ever calling you a doormat. Because, darling, what you are is a force of positivity. And I'm madly in…I…love that about you."

Was he going to say madly in love with you? Was he really in love with me?

I felt heat surge through me at that thought. I nuzzled his chest and licked his nipple. I felt his heartbeat go from average to fully aroused in seconds.

"Baby, you're tired, and no matter what you do, we're not having sex."

"But I want you." I kissed his chest and found him with my hand, hard and ready.

"I want you too, love, but…" he trailed off when I put just the right amount of pressure as he'd taught me to stroke him. "Ah…sweetheart, you have to stop."

"You made me come this evening and I didn’t do anything for you." I'd never initiated sex, and the fact that I was experimenting with my sexuality was erotic.

"You're hurt, my love,” he said without conviction.

"I want you, Declan." My hand became more urgent, and I pushed the comforter away.

I leaned down and kissed his belly and went further down. Declan slept in the nude because he got hot at night—and it was convenient. I watched him watch me helplessly as I slid my mouth down, down, down, down.

When I took him in my mouth, he stroked my cheek and his eyes darkened when I licked the top of his erection where precum had gathered.

"I now know why you like to taste me so much. It's…"

"It's what?".

"Sensual. I'm as aroused giving as I'm taking."

"Yes," he groaned as I took him in and started to use my hands and mouth on him.

"Deeper, darling. Take me deeper."

I did as he asked, and tears ran down my cheeks as I struggled to take his girth and length in. When he tried to pull away, I shook my head.

I was aroused like him. I desperately wanted to make him come.

"I'm going to come," he cried as I increased speed, touching his balls and squeezing them gently.

He suddenly spurting inside my mouth, and I swallowed. I pulled away, gasping, cum running down my chin. He pushed the cum back into my mouth, and I took his finger in and sucked.

"How did I do?" I asked eagerly.

This was the first time I'd made him come with my mouth. I'd been practicing quite a bit, but this was a first.

"As always, amazing."

I came back up to lie next to him, feeling mischievous. "That was…great. When can we do it again?"

He laughed. "I'm not a teenager, darling. You'll have to give me time."

He hauled me up to him and kissed me. He was tasting himself. I loved that about him. He was comfortable with sex and was game for anything.

"You want to come, my love."

"Yes," I whimpered when he found me. He slid down and put my thighs over his shoulders.

"Oh, Esme, you're beautiful down here. Do you know that?"

"I got a bikini wax," I told me proudly.

"And you look just as beautiful as you did before." He parted my labia and licked me from back to front.

"Declan," I panicked. "Not there. I…”

"This is mine too." He explored the tight flesh of my perineum with his finger and slid it inside me.

"Declan," I cried out. Embarrassed.

"Esme, be quiet."

"But it's…I mean…"

He pushed his finger further in and licked my throbbing clitoris. I moaned. He slid two fingers inside me.

"You're so tight in here, baby. I will open you up slowly, over days, and then when you're ready, I'll take you here."

I'd never done any anal play. I didn't mind that it was forbidden, dirty, and kinky. But it was new, and I wasn’t comfortable. "Will it hurt?"

"No, baby. I'd never hurt you. You'll love it. You behave like a good girl, but you're my filthy slut." His dirty talk always pushed me to the edge.

He started to devour me, and even before he could gently bite my clitoris, which always made me come, I convulsed, my thighs shaking.

"When we make love, you never hold back," he whispered. "I'm hard again, Esme."

"Come inside, Declan."

He kept my thighs on his shoulders and drove deep into me. "Am I hurting you?"

"No," I shook my head, my eyes glazed over. "Please, Declan."

"Slowly, my love, slowly. I'll make you come again. I promise. Just let me…ah…let me feel you."

I came again, this time with him, and I felt that my universe had never been this perfect. The days on the calendar were moving faster than I wanted. Already, it had been six months since we were married. A year would be over in a heartbeat. And then what? And then he'd leave me.

How will I survive without you, Declan?