The Rejected Wife: Chapter 44

She feels so good in my arms. So perfect. The taste of her lips. The softness of her curves. The scent of her filling my senses and provoking the caveman inside of me—all of it fuses with my heart, thumping a cadence of mine, mine, mine.

I squeeze the flare of her butt; she gasps into my mouth. Then, reaching down between us, she pushes down the waistband of my sweatshirts. I rise up enough that she’s able to tug the sweats down. My cock springs up. Ready. Thick. Long. The crown bulbous and swollen with need. Precum clings to it. I lift her, positioning her right over my aching shaft. She sinks down, taking me fully inside her. I groan. So does she. Both of us look down at where we’re joined, at where we’re wedded to each other in flesh.

‘That’s so hot,’ I say through gritted teeth.

With my palms on the flare of her hips, I urge her to move, to grind down on me, to move those lush hips in a circular motion that threatens to drive me to the edge faster than I want. She throws her head back, showing off the column of her creamy throat. I run my nose up to the jut of her chin and nip on it. She moans. I press tiny kisses down to one plump breast, marking the circle of her areola with tiny bites, before I suck on her nipple.

She digs her fingers into my hair, pressing me closer. I lick my way to her other breast, laving her nipple. And when I close my teeth around it, her pussy contracts around my cock. I squeeze her butt cheeks, massaging them, urging her to tilt her hips and take me in even deeper. She pants and shudders, the pulse at the base of her neck beating in tandem with the boom of my heartbeat.

How could I have allowed her to walk out of my life? How could I have not seen that she is as much a part of me as I am of her? I lick my way up to the curve of her shoulder and bite her in the same place I did earlier. I need to mark her again. I need to imprint myself in her, on her, inside of her. I need to draw her scent into my body, ingrain the slither of her curves against my skin. I need her—so fucking much.

I close my mouth over hers and thrust up and into her. I absorb her groan, her tiny noises of pleasure as she takes all of me inside her. I piston up and into her, over and over again, until she shudders, and digs her fingers into my shoulders, and her spine curves. Her body jolts, and her pussy chokes my cock. I feel her shatter around me, but don’t stop fucking her. I continue to lunge up and into her, until my balls draw up, and I follow her over the edge. When I soften the kiss, she whimpers and slides down to rest her head on my shoulder. I rub circles over her back, rubbing the sweat into her skin. Our skin sticks with the evidence of our exertions. Her belly flutters against mine.

‘You’re so beautiful, Wife.’

‘Hmm.’ She kisses my shoulder. I sense her lips curve. ‘You’re beautiful too. Inside and out.’

‘Thank you.’ I kiss the top of her head, then rise to my feet with her in my arms. I carry her into the bathroom, then into the adjoining outdoor shower suite where I put her down.

We’re surrounded by tropical plants that afford us privacy. It’s like being enclosed in your own private forest. I enjoy the luxuries of life; have never apologized for that. And my stint in the Royal Marines made me appreciate them even more.

When Serene came into my life, I was grateful I could use the resources at my disposal to track down her past. So, I have answers for her when she asks. So, I can give her the best care and therapy and ensure she grows up into a happy adult. I’m even more grateful I can share these luxuries with my wife.

A butterfly flutters over a flower nearby. A bird, which I can’t identify but whose plumage proclaims it to be an exotic species, darts from one branch of a tree to the other. With the sunlight fading, hidden lights are turned on, illuminating the scene in an ethereal glow.

‘It’s so beautiful,’ she breathes.

‘It is,’ I murmur.

She looks up at me, and blushes. I kiss her softly, then pull her close, and bend her over my arm. This need, to brand her in a way that ensures every male who comes within a foot of her knows she’s taken tightens my chest. I need…to rub myself into her, to proclaim to the elements that she belongs to me. I follow an instinct that comes from somewhere inside and deepen the kiss.

When I pull back, and straighten, she stares down between us as if not quite understanding the trickle of liquid making its way down her thigh, her calf, and to the floor.

‘You—’ She shakes her head. ‘Did you pee on me?’

‘I did.’

‘That’s…just filthy.”

I nod.

“And obscene.”

I tilt my head.

“And indecent.”

I chuckle.

“And so, so, primitive.’ Her pupils dilate though, telling me she isn’t as put off as she’s trying to come across.

‘It’s me.’ It was the only way I could show you what I’m feeling without putting it into words.

She seems to sense my unspoken emotions; she leans up on tiptoe and raises her chin. ‘I should feel disgusted, but I’m not. I should feel revulsion; instead, it feels like—’ She swallows. ‘It feels like this binds me to you in a way that’s unshakeable.’

I turn on the shower. Then grab her under her butt and pick her up. She locks her legs around me.

I kiss her again, and don’t stop kissing her, not even when I step with her into the stream of water.

The water flows over us, drenching us, making her hair stick to her forehead. I nudge it aside with my nose, rain kisses on her eyelids, her nose, her cheek, her sweet mouth.

‘Are you sore?’ I whisper against her mouth.

She shakes her head.

‘Are you sure? I can wait if⁠—’

She reaches between us and positions my cock against her slit. A growl boils up my throat.

‘I’m sure.’ She bites down on my lower lip.

It’s all the urging I need. I position myself at her opening and, in one smooth thrust, I enter her.

She cries out, and damn, that noise is the rhythm of my soul. The soundtrack to my life. I hold her in place, not moving. Giving her time to adjust to my size. And when she arches back, I bend and take one nipple in my mouth. I suck on it, and she moans. Her pussy clenches around my cock. I still don’t move. I lick her nipple, then move to the other, bite it, and treat it similarly. She begins to pant. Her nipples are almost as sensitive as her pussy. It makes me ravenous. It makes me want to bite her, and kiss her, and not let go of her until I’ve wrenched every possible drop of pleasure from her body. It makes me want to crawl inside of her and stay there forever.

I lick the stream of water flowing down her throat. Draw in the scent of wet woman which is so uniquely hers. Then I kiss her again and, when she parts her lips, slip my tongue in between them. I slide my tongue over hers. She whimpers. Her thigh muscles contract, and her pussy flutters. She digs her fingers into my hair and tilts her hips up, so I slip in even deeper. I groan into her mouth. Then, unable to hold back, I begin to fuck her.