The Rejected Wife: Chapter 40

When she calls me that… When her body writhes under me, and her curves beckon me, and her clit throbs under my ministrations, I can’t refuse her. I pull back, but instead of fucking into her again, I slide my fingers into her. I weave them in and out of her. Her thighs clench, and her pussy seems to melt further around my digits. She squirms but pushes up, so my fingers sink further into her. And when I twist them, I hit a spot that makes her jerk.

‘Oh, my God.’ She digs her fingers into the sheet on either side of her and gasps loudly.

I pull out my fingers out and hold them up. Seeing the blood on them turns my chest into a burning furnace. She really was a virgin. Not that I doubted her word, but seeing the proof is another level. I bring my fingers to my lips and suck on them.

She breathes in sharply. ‘That’s…filthy.’

I trail my fingers over her lips, and she flicks out her tongue and licks them.

‘Now you’re filthy, too.’ I bring my fingers back to her cunt and begin to ease them in and out of her. Each time I slip them inside; I make sure to brush against that hidden spot deep inside of her.

She shivers, wraps her fingers about my wrist and holds on. I lean in so I can kiss her breast. I suck on her nipple, and she shudders. I give the same treatment to the other, and she moans aloud. I don’t let up finger-fucking her. I want her so wet that when I enter her again, there’s no pain. The fact that I’m her first makes me want to take care of her. It also makes me want to ensure the experience is so beautiful, she’ll remember it forever.

I continue to weave my fingers in and out of her. In and out. All the while, I kiss up her throat, to her stubborn chin, the creamy skin of her cheeks, her gorgeous lips, her nose, her forehead. I rain kisses on her, and she sighs. But her body wriggles under me. I can sense her climax building, for she begins to vibrate. The scent of her grows more intense. It goes straight to my head. Any remaining blood drains to my groin. I grit my teeth, forcing myself to hold back. I need her to come first. I increase the pace of my movements. Pushing my fingers in and out of her again. Then I press the heel of my hand into her clit. I rub with enough friction that her body bows off the bed.

She opens her mouth to scream, but I lean down and close my mouth over hers. I capture the sounds she makes as she twists under me. Her climax crashes through her. She jolts and jerks and finally, slumps, her body twitching. I release her mouth and look into her face. ‘Open your eyes.’

She flickers her heavy eyelids open. The brown of her irises is almost golden. I wrap my fingers around my cock and position it at her cunt. ‘You ready for me, baby?’

When she nods, I slip inside her. She’s so wet, so relaxed, I push in all the way to the hilt.

A groan rumbles up my chest. ‘Jesus.’ I slap my hand into the mattress next to her and hold myself there. I allow her to adjust to my size, then slowly begin to move. I pull out, then back in. And again, watching her closely for any sign of distress. Any discomfort.

Sensing my perusal, her lips curve. ‘That feels good,’ she says in a husky tone.

‘You’re so damn sexy, Wife.’

Her pupils dilate. She loves me calling her that as much as I cherish her calling me her husband. Tell her that. I open my mouth to do so, but the words don’t come. Instead, I close my mouth over those pink lips and kiss her deeply.

She melts into me completely, locks her ankles about my waist and pushes up so I slip in even deeper. ‘You feel incredible,’ I mutter into her mouth.

‘I want you to fuck me, hard.’ She bites on my lower lip, and my cock twitches inside her.

‘You don’t know what you’re asking for,’ I say through gritted teeth. ‘I’m trying to go slow.’

‘Don’t. I’m not made of glass. And I want you. I’ve waited to be here with you, under you, for so long. I need you, Ty. Please.’ She peers into my face. ‘Please, please fuck me like—’ She cries out as I slam into her with enough force that the bed shudders.

She gasps and her eyes roll back inside her head. And she feels so good, so perfect. She feels like she was made for me. I continue to pump into her. Each time I sink inside her, I hit that spot that ratchets up her pleasure. It sends shockwaves of sensation up my spine. My groin turns to stone. My muscles throb with need, with a primal drive to possess her.

She arches under me, her hips undulating as she pushes up to meet my every thrust. Each time I push into her, I angle myself so I can brush up against her clit. ‘Tyler,’ she huffs.

‘Come with me, baby.’ I dig my knees into the bed for leverage, then thrust inside her. This time, I slide my palm under her to play with her puckered hole.

Her eyes grow wide in surprise, then she opens her mouth, this time, in a soundless scream as she convulses. I kiss her as she falls apart under me.

Then I fuck her through the jolts of aftershock sweeping through her. Seeing the ecstasy on her face sends me over the edge. I release her mouth, only to bite down on the curve where her shoulder meets her neck as I empty myself inside her. She shudders. I hold myself up until her body stills, then I slump into her, making sure to keep most of my weight off.

For a few seconds, I lay there, reveling in the aftermath of our lovemaking. Oh yeah, it’s lovemaking, even if I can’t bring myself to say it aloud. That went way beyond fucking. It was never going to be fucking with her. Not the first time I brought her to bed in my penthouse. And not now. I raise my head to check she’s okay when a cry reaches us through the baby cam.