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“Come!” He opened his arms, and I ran to him on trembling legs.
“What happened? Do you know?”
“She’s not dead. But you won’t be seeing her again.”
“Where did she go? Who took her?”
“Didn’t you ask Marcus for help? What did you think was going to happen? As the former director’s daughter-in-law, they wouldn’t take chances.”
“What does all this mean? I don’t understand.”
“I’ll explain later; I just came to make sure you were okay.” He kissed my hair and wrapped his arms around me and I felt safe and loved but oh so confused.
CHAPTER18
“Won’t you tell me anything?” I’m dying for an explanation of all I just saw, but most of all, I need to know who was on the phone. It could be some kind of voice distortion device being used, but I don’t think so. It was too clear, too human. Just too young.
“Why is there a kid involved in all this? Who…?”
“Come on, Mata Hari, that’s enough for the day.”
“But what happened? Why did the room go dark?” He ignored my questions and lifted me in his arms. I unceremoniously wrapped my arms and legs around him, suddenly turned on for no apparent reason.
“Hmm!”
“What, hmm? What does that mean?” He just smiled and kept walking until we ended up in our bedroom. I was very aware that the staff was still moving around downstairs getting dinner ready. But my senses were very heightened either by what I had just witnessed or my husband’s strange behavior.
For this reason, I didn’t complain when he let me down on my feet next to our bed or when he wordlessly unzipped and then lifted my dress off over my head. I stood still as he unhooked and removed my bra, and my pulse hastened when, instead of stripping me of my panties, he cupped my heat through them while lowering his mouth to mine.
My heart tripped and rolled in my chest as his tongue tangled with mine. The hand he placed behind my head to hold me in place only made me want to get closer. There is something revitalizing about making love when there are others around going about their business. What makes it even more so is that it’s with my husband, who seems to have found a new passion for me.
I can’t explain the craziness that has been my life these last few weeks. The highs and lows from first believing that my husband might be cheating to learning that that was not the case and then everything else that followed. It was as if my life had taken an unexpected turn, and there was nothing but excitement around every corner.
I can’t remember the last time we made love while the rest of the house was alive like this, and for some reason, that thought made me hotter than hell. So, I did something I have always been too shy to do, even with my newfound daring.
I ripped his shirt off, sending all the buttons flying, and then bit his chest hard. His chuckle only inflamed me more, and he had to help get his pants off as if he was afraid I would hurt his cock. There was a slight chance of getting it caught in the zipper because it was a bit unruly.
Since he was acting as if he knew me so well, I had to up my game. So, he wasn’t expecting the sly smile I gave him or for me to get to my knees in front of him and suck his cock into my mouth in one fell swoop.
I got my reward by his hand fisting in my hair. And the sounds he made as he fucked in and out of my mouth. Even my thoughts had become wanton as I imagined the pleasure I was giving him. Something teased at the edges of my mind, and it was as if my senses were heightened. And for a split second I was sure I was feeling what he was feeling, as if our minds had connected on another plane. It was a very profound feeling.
I sucked him to complete hardness before he dragged me up by my hair, threw me onto the bed, and drove into me. My wild scream was cut short by his lips covering mine. I was fever-hot and out of control, wanting more, needing more of him in me.
He teasingly held himself back and bit my lip when I raked my nails down his back hard enough to draw blood. Our hips moved in unison, hard, fast, out of control, but it still wasn’t enough. “More, more, more.” I started chanting until he pushed the hair back from my face and looked into my eyes.
“No, I don’t want to hurt you and them.”
That stopped me in my tracks. “Them? What them?” He didn’t answer, just gave me another one of his smiles, but when he put his hand between us and touched my tummy ever so gently my eyes widened with understanding. “Them?” I mouthed the word and he nodded, still with that smile on his face.
Before I could voice an opinion either way, he was moving again and I forgot all about how or why he would know that. It hadn’t been that long since we started having sex without protection, but somehow the thought that I might be pregnant again after so long didn’t fill me with dread but a kind of excitement that made me even more ravenous for his cock.
He was being extremely tender, which only made the fire of lust burn brighter within me, but no matter how I pushed and prodded, he wouldn’t give in to my demands to go harder, faster, deeper.
It was a beautiful dance, like a horizontal ballet to the music in our heads and the magic in our eyes as they gazed lovingly into each other. I felt beautiful, wanted, and loved by the look in his eyes.
My breath hitched in my lungs when he ran the tip of his thumb along my lip. What is it about a man’s stare as he’s fixated on your mouth? There was a sudden, intense wave of feeling as everything around me became still. Everything that is, but his hard length as it probed my depths. I was never more aware of his eleven inches than I was then.
For a split second I saw myself through his eyes, saw the way we looked and felt to each other. His cock seemed to grow in length and width inside me, prodded on by what he saw in my mind. And in the next second, there was something warm, a kind of light, that glowed from his chest into mine and I felt love so strong it brought tears to my eyes.
