The Temporary Wife: Chapter 35

Valentina is quiet as we walk into our house, clearly distraught by her mother’s behavior. The entire experience was unexpected, even for me. I didn’t think she’d be as antagonistic as she was, and I can’t help but wonder if she speaks to Valentina that way often.

“I’m sorry about my mother,” my wife says as she slips out of her heels, placing her shoes next to mine. “I’m not sure what I was expecting, but this is probably as well as it could’ve gone.”

She walks to the living room barefoot, and I follow her, oddly affected by her mellow mood. This was never meant to be more than a marriage of convenience, yet I hate the way she tries to hide her pain from me. I’ve never wanted to be someone women turn to for consolation, but that’s exactly what I want my wife to do.

“Your grandmother is incredibly sweet and really quite adorable.”

She puts her legs on the sofa and draws her knees to her chest, her arms wrapping around them. “She seems to be doing okay. I know it isn’t possible to cure her, but it’s such a relief to know that she has the care she needs. Just knowing that there’s no chance of her going missing again puts me at ease. I honestly can’t thank you enough, Luca. I never would’ve been able to afford top of the line care for her. The thought of her being mistreated, or her just being another patient that her overworked nurses don’t truly care about… I can’t take it.”

I turn to face her and lean back against the sofa. “You know what, Valentina? I thought it was especially adorable when she called me Lucifer,” I murmur, knowing it’ll shift her thoughts into a different direction.

Valentina’s eyes widen, and the guilty look she throws me makes it hard to keep from smiling, but I manage it somehow.

“I think she also said something about me being the devil incarnate? Or did you call me the devil himself? What was it? Remind me.”

She clears her throat awkwardly, and I bite back a smile as I pull her toward me. She falls into me, and I lift her into my arms and reposition her until I’ve got her straddling me, the two of us facing each other. “Care to explain, wife?”

She looks away, looking flustered in an entirely different way than she did when we walked into the house. I thread a hand through her hair and force her to face me, my eyes dropping to her lips.

“Um,” she says. “Well, it’s a long story, really.”

I raise my brow, bemused. “Good thing we’ve got all night.”

The edges of my lips tip up into a smile as I watch her think real hard about what she’s going to tell me. In the end, she decides to wrap her arms around my neck, a coy look in her eyes. “Luca,” she says, her tone cutesy. Fuck. “Don’t be like that, hmm?”

So my wife knows how to act flirtatious, huh? This is yet another side of her I never knew existed, and it’s one I surprisingly love. I’ve always hated it when women act coy around me, but when it’s Valentina, it’s a huge fucking turn-on. Watching her placate me like that? Fuck yeah.

Her cheeks turn rosy when she feels me harden underneath her, and she shifts in my lap, repositioning me so my cock pushes against her pussy. Does she even realize she did that, or did she do it without thinking?

My hands move down from her waist to her ass, and I knead her curves, enjoying the feel of her. “What other creative nicknames do you have for me, huh?”

She bites down on her lip and looks at me wide-eyed. “I think it’s best if you never ever find out. Don’t you know that sometimes it’s best not to ask questions?”

I grin at her and shake my head. “That bad, huh? Fine. Tell me instead how you’re going to compensate me for all the time I just spent at your grandmother’s house. You know my time is precious, right? Pay up.”

She bites down on her lip and frowns thoughtfully. “Well, I’ve got this really flashy black card from The Windsor Bank. Would that help?”

I narrow my eyes at her, trying my best to hide my amusement. I was worried she’d be upset all night, but I’m glad I managed to turn her mood around. “My time is worth more than just money, Valentina. How long did we spend at your grandma’s? An hour?”

She nods, a smile on her face. This sight of her is additive, and I can already feel myself craving more. It’s funny how she thinks I’ll let her go in three years.

“Then give me back one hour,” I murmur, leaning in. My lips brush against hers, and I smile. “One hour of my name on your lips and your body at my mercy.”

I move one hand up and cup the back of her neck, my lips finding hers. This kiss isn’t as urgent as usual, but somehow, it turns me on even more. The way her breath hitches, the way she gently rotates her hips in my lap as she opens up her hot little mouth for me. Valentina is an addiction in the making, and I haven’t even fucked her yet.

She moans when her hands brush over the lapels of my suit jacket and I smile as I pull my lips off hers for a moment. “Take it off,” I murmur.

She does as I ask and lets my jacket fall to the floor before immediately unbuttoning my shirt, her gaze as heated as I’m sure mine is. I love that she doesn’t play games with me. Her desire is written all over her face, and she’s owning up to it. Finally. She’s been holding back lately, and I thought I’d go crazy.

Valentina inhales sharply when my shirt falls open, and I smirk at her as I lean in for another kiss, my touch rougher now. I force her lips open, stealing away every single moan, every pant. My hands wrap around the hem of the blouse she’s wearing, and I pull it off impatiently, taking my lips off hers just long enough for her to lift her arms.

“Fuck,” I groan when I see the bra she’s wearing. Black lace and sexy straps that make it impossible to look away. “You’ll be the death of me,” I whisper as I reach around her to undo it.

My cock starts to throb when it falls away, exposing her perfect tear drop tits, her nipples already hard for me. I wrap my hands around her waist and pull her up onto her knees, so I’ve got her tits right in my face, where they belong.

My lips wrap around her nipple, and she moans my name, driving me insane. I could come just like that, from the mere sound of her. Her hands wrap into my hair, and I look up, my eyes on hers as I flick my tongue, teasing her.

“Luca,” she whispers, her gaze dark with desire.

I smirk as I continue to torment my wife, my hands slowly moving down from her waist, until they disappear under her skirt. Her breathing is irregular as I push her wet panties aside, my thumb brushing over her pussy.

Her eyes fall closed for a moment as her hips buck. “Oh god,” she whispers. It’s unreal, having her in front of me like this, her upper body bare and her skirt wrapped around her waist. I thought the fantasies I’ve had of her were hot, but nothing could prepare me for reality. I’ll never get used to this.

Valentina reaches for my pants and undoes them impatiently, her fingers somewhat clumsy. I chuckle as I lift my hips and push my suit pants and boxers out of the way, lost in the moment with her. I don’t remember the last time I felt this frantic.

My wife sits back down in my lap, my cock perfectly positioned against her pussy as she wraps her arms around my neck, her breasts pressed against my chest. She’s so close, yet still not close enough.

“Valentina,” I murmur, my lips coming down on hers. “These have to go,” I groan, my fingers wrapping around the thin lace fabric of her panties. I want to feel her pussy fully — I don’t want any of this fabric against my cock. I tear it off and she gasps, but I take her lips before complaints can escape it.

“Yeah,” I moan into her mouth as she begins to move on top of me. “Just like that, baby.” She grinds on top of me as we lose ourselves in this kiss, her hands in my hair and mine on her ass, kneading, playing.

With each move, the tip of my cock pushes into her, and I kiss her harder, my sanity slowly devolving into nothingness. The way she moans into my mouth undoes me, and I’m not sure how much more I can take.

“Enough,” I groan when she once again takes the tip of my cock before letting it slip out again, teasing me. I turn her over on the sofa roughly, until I’ve got her on her back, her hair spread out fucking beautifully.

She looks at me through her lashes, with her lips slightly parted. Yeah, this woman knows exactly what she’s doing to me.

I smile as I take off her skirt, exposing her naked body at last. “You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about this,” I murmur, my eyes roaming over her. “Yet somehow, my fantasies didn’t do you justice.”

She blushes, and my heart skips a beat. Valentina Windsor. Yeah, I’m fucking obsessed with her. I’m impatient as I take off the shirt she unbuttoned and kick off my suit pants fully, not wanting anything between us.

Valentina’s eyes widen when I spread her legs and move between them, her eyes settling on my cock as I rise to my knees. She bites down on her lip, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, and I can’t believe she’s my wife.

I lean over her and grab her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand while the other one moves to my cock.

“Luca,” she says, her tone worried. “Be… be gentle, okay?”

My heart starts to race, and I nod as I line my cock up. “I won’t hurt you,” I murmur as I push the tip into her. “You’re so fucking wet, baby, your fucking thighs are soaked. It’ll be okay, I promise.”

She shakes her head when I push in a bit further, a soft gasp escaping her lips. There’s a hint of torment in her gaze, as though I’m stretching her out too far already, but she doesn’t dare to admit it. It’s no surprise that Valentina won’t admit defeat, even now.

I pause and move both hands around her wrists, pinning her down with my weight, my eyes on hers. “You’re doing so good,” I whisper, my tone gentle as I push in just a little deeper.

She moans my name, but she doesn’t take her eyes off me. “You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?” I murmur. “Keep looking at me that way, Valentina. It’s just you and me, baby.”

I watch her as she arches her back, her chest grazing against mine. I press my lips against her neck and kiss her gently, pushing yet another inch into her tight pussy.

“Look at you taking my cock, Valentina.” I kiss her neck and slowly move my way up to her ear, to that spot that makes her moan for me.

“It’s too much,” she whispers, her voice trembling.

I pull nearly all the way out of her before slowly pushing back in. “Yeah?” I ask, my movements gentle. My eyes find hers, and my heart skips a beat. There’s something about the way she looks at me that makes my heart skip a beat. Usually, she hides part of herself from the world, and I don’t even think she realizes it. Here, right now, with my cock pushing into her like that… she’s all mine. I want her thoughts ruled by me, her eyes on no one but me.

“How is this?” I murmur as I keep moving three inches in and out of her, slowly, until her breathing turns into pants and desire dominates her gaze. She has no idea how hard it is for me to stop myself from slamming my cock all the way into her, yet somehow, when it’s her, I’ve got endless patience.

“Yeah,” she moans, her hips moving with me.

“Good girl,” I whisper as I push in a little deeper, earning myself another gasp from her. I’m not even halfway in, and she’s already barely able to take it.

“Luca,” she moans, and I thrust into her a little further, my lips finding hers. I kiss her slowly as I continue to fuck her this way, driving myself completely fucking insane with desire. I need to be fully inside her, but I’m too scared to hurt her. I can’t remember the last time I cared more about a woman’s pleasure than my own.

I pull out of her and earn myself a surprised and disgruntled moan as I sit down on my knees between her legs. I wrap my hands around her thighs, and she gasps, her cheeks turning a deep crimson. “Luca,” she whispers, her hands moving over her breasts, covering herself up.

“No,” I chastise her. “Put your hands above your head. Don’t hide from me, Valentina. Did you forget what you promised me?” I pull her closer and keep her hips raised at an angle as I push back into her, my thumb resting against her clit. She obeys and puts her hands above her head with perfectly rosy cheeks, her body on display for me. “This pussy is mine,” I remind her. “Every fucking inch of you is mine. So look at me, my love. Look at what you do to me.”

I keep my fingers on her clit as I slide in and out of her, my movements shallow for fear I’ll hurt her. The way her pussy wraps around me is enough to make me come just like this. I don’t remember the last time a woman drove me this crazy.

I watch her as I play with her pussy, her moans becoming more and more frantic as I perfectly coordinate every thrust with a flick of my thumb, teasing her clit until I’ve got her right at the edge.

“You want to come for me, wife?”

“Yes,” she moans. “Yes, Luca. Please.”

I smile and circle her clit, keeping my cock at the right angle to push against her G-spot. I love the way she moans my name, the way her desire is all for me, as it always should have been.

“How badly do you want it, baby?”

She rotates her hips in an attempt to get my fingers to move the way she wants them to, riding both my cock and my hand simultaneously. Watching Valentina unravel is the rarest and most beautiful sight I’ve ever laid eyes on. My perfectly in control secretary is desperate for my cock, desperate for an orgasm only I can give her.

“Luca,” she moans.

“Tell me who this pussy belongs to,” I murmur, enjoying toying with her. For years, she’s driven me crazy, tormenting my dreams and fantasies.

“It’s yours,” she tells me, her tone pleading. Hearing her admit that she’s mine is a real fucking rush. It’ll never get old. Finally. Fucking finally, she’s mine. “My pussy is yours, Luca. All of me is yours, husband. Please, give me more. Make me come, Luca.”

Fuck. Valentina fucking Windsor. Every time I think I have the upper hand, she turns things around. Hearing her call me her husband has me ready to come deep inside her tight, hot pussy.

I smile as I increase the pace at which my fingers move, teasing her clit harder and sending her over the edge. “Oh, yes, Luca,” she groans, and I push all the way into her, my eyes falling closed for a moment as her pussy contracts around me, nearly fucking milking me for all I’m worth. I’ve barely even begun to fuck her and I’m already struggling.

I lean over her and reposition us so I’m on top of her, needing her closer with a new kind of desperation. “When you moan my name like that, you make it really fucking hard not to come, you goddamn fucking tease.”

She smiles at me seductively, her eyes still glazed over from her orgasm. Valentina moves her hands into my hair, her touch fucking intoxicating. It’s just me and her in this moment, and nothing has ever felt quite this real.

I pull back and thrust back into her harshly, earning myself another one of her moans. Her eyes widen when I push into her all the way and her lips fall open.

“I knew you could take all of it, baby,” I murmur, before doing it all over again, my movements rough as I finally fuck her the way I’ve been wanting to, nearly losing all control.

She wraps her legs around me, moving with me, her nails scraping over my back as I take her pussy. “I can’t take it,” I groan, already at the edge. “It’s far too fucking good.”

I can’t believe I spent years keeping her at a distance when we could’ve been like this all along. Valentina brings my head closer and kisses me, and that’s all it takes for me to lose it. I fuck her savagely as I spill deep inside her, painting her pretty pussy white.

I just came, and I already need more of her. Three years won’t be nearly enough.