Page 78 of Falling for the Wife

Somehow, my projected hatred pierced through her because her body started to tremble. Her eyes sprung tears just as she impulsively reached out and grabbed my shirt, halting me from leaving the bedroom. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to slap you. I’m so sorry,” she cried out before using her hands to cup my face and kissing me.

I stood, frozen like a bloody statue. My mind reeled, utterly clueless of what to do. I felt like I’d taken drug stimulants, amphetamines, and downers all at the bloody same time. The roller coaster of emotions this woman put me through made my head spin. Our relationship was so volatile I wasn’t sure if she was going to hit or kiss me next. Each passing second her lips were on mine, my resolve began to deteriorate. Therefore, I tried to untangle myself from her, but she wouldn’t let go. “Damn it, Gisele, stop toying with me!”

“Don’t go.” Her hands yanked me against her body, lips relentless as she pried my mouth open to cater to her demands while I remained glued yet unyielding. In a frenzied state, she hastily took off her robe before her hands unbuttoned my jeans. Her hands pulled my cock out, stroking it with renewed zeal.

“Stop,” I groaned out, loving and hating her fervent strokes.

Without preamble, the zealous woman clung onto me as she deepened the kiss, hooking her left leg around my hip before aligning my shaft with her sopping hole. Her hips gyrated as she began to fuck the cock-head through her opening. I knew she was beyond swollen, but apparently, she cared not.

My frustration mounted each time her tight aching cunt enclosed around my cock-head. As much as I longed to deny her, it couldn’t be denied. My blatant arousal made it easier for her to maneuver and enjoy my manhood. My balls tightened as it got harder. Her panting and moaning broke through my barriers. Again.

Beyond irritated at being powerless to her touch, I savagely snarled as I took hold of her arms, pushing her off me before I pivoted her body, roughly bending her to a curve as I situated myself behind her. My dick easily slipped into her crack, immediately coating my length with her overabundant essence, making it easier to fuck her thighs, sluicing in between her slickened folds, specifically hitting her pink pearl.

“Yes, yes! Just like that…just—oh, shit, baby!” Her body shuddered against mine, swept away by unadulterated lust.

Hand reaching out to grasp her dainty neck, the other guided my girth, shoving it deep into her anal cavity, breaching past her virgin sphincter. Gisele shrieked as she mumbled incoherently, choking on her gasps.

“Shh…don’t move too much. Let your body get used to me. The pain will eventually subside,” I softly whispered into her ear, holding her close against my chest as my left hand teased her rosebud, pulling and squeezing. I gradually began to stimulate her body to secrete more lubrication so I could continue fucking her virgin hole.

If I thought her cunt was snug, her arse just proved to me otherwise. Bloody hell, I wasn’t sure if it was the thought of taking her by surprise or the idea I took all of her virginities that made me beyond nonsensical. But I wanted it all. She had initiated sex—well, she was getting it.

As I toyed with her clit, her body began to relax. Kissing her neck, I licked her lobe as I intensified her clitoral stimulation. Her already sopping wet pussy began to drip. Gisele easily got off through her tiny button, so getting her wet and ready was an easy feat. One touch was all it took. In no time, her arm went behind my head as she rested her head against my shoulder, aroused and ready for my onslaught. “Push out each time I thrust. It’ll be less painful.” With precise, measured strokes, my hips started to roll, sliding in and out of her tight tunnel as I relentlessly continued circulating her bud. “That’s it, kitten. You’re doing so well,” I droned on, fighting the temptation of going bonkers on her snug hole.

Gisele gasped, attempting to adjust to the new feel of having something foreign in her untried cavity. “Slowly, gently…Don’t go crazy on me, babe. Careful, please.”

Continuously prodding at a leisurely speed, I took my time with her body. One thing I prided was being a generous lover. If my woman wasn’t as aroused as I was, then I was not doing such a splendid job. Even though generosity was the last thing on my mind as her muscles choked and constricted my cock to death, I prolonged the sweet torture until my control couldn’t be held back any longer.

Releasing her button, my middle slid into her opening, followed by my forefinger. Curving them in a hook-like manner, my fingers locked in on her G-spot before my cock began to propel hard and deep into her depths. Gisele couldn’t handle my fingers and cock going berserk in her openings. With no barrier, gliding my entirety into her depths was sublime. My body surrendered as my cock went bonkers in her arse, pillaging it with harsh fucks. Pain and pleasure merged, becoming harder to separate in her mind as she whimpered my name. Seized by despair, lust, and frustration, my merciless hammering didn’t decrease. The torrential pounding continued until I couldn’t prolong withholding my release any longer.

My girth expanded, swelling within her canal, making her screech out loud before my orgasm shot into her void. By far, this was the most blinding orgasm I’d had to date. The potent process was so beyond intense and powerful I could see stars behind my lids. My cock jerked as semen streamed out of my tiny slit, filling her with my hot seed.

Gisele’s limp body violently shook against my own as she rode her own release after mine. While the heady waves possessed her, my fingers slid out of her pussy. Parting her legs farther apart, I furiously smacked her cunt, slapping her pink button as I did so. Viciously. Relentlessly. The effort intensified her ecstasy. Once. Twice. Thrice. The spanking went on, granting her a string of multiple orgasms. By the time it had finished, she was done for. Her legs couldn’t even hold her upright. She was under a haze from sheer exhaustion, spent beyond reason from coming so much.

Kissing her cheek, I plucked her spent body off the floor before leading us to the shower. As I took my time cleaning her up, Gisele sagged against the shower glass as she eyed me with half-closed lids.

“You’re such a boss, the ultra-sexy geek,” she murmured, sounding almost drunk. “I get all the hype, the endless praise about your stud moves.”

Brushing off her insinuations about my past lovers, I ignored her and simply started to soap her body.

“Tired?” I softly asked as I lathered her shoulder blade.

“Why fuck me so good knowing we wouldn’t be fucking any longer after we land? That’s all shades of messed up. It pisses me off a little. Actually, I’m furious.” She shook her head and closed her eyes. “Now that I know how great you are, I’ll be thinking about you fillingherthe way you did with me. Lucky, lucky Rose…” Piercing gray eyes fluttered wide open. Their fierceness struck me as they penetrated into my blues. “Is sex with me as good as with Rose, Jared?”

Gisele always liked to cross the invisible line. I was still not quite used to her brash interrogation. Actually, I doubted I ever would be. And as always, we’d end up fighting. It was as if she couldn’t fathom enjoying a moment without provoking a fight. Was it a deflection of some sort? There was no mistaking how jealous she was. But if she truly wanted me, the divorce shouldn’t be on her mind at all. Well, before Japan happened, I’d have understood it…but after? No. It was unfathomable to me. Not when I was quite moved by the unadulterated force of our attraction, the potency of our intoxicating chemistry, and this mind-consuming, perpetual yearning within, one that she alone could quench, one she alone could silence.

The mirroring anger seizing us earlier ebbed away. Gisele diffused our long-standing tradition of lashing out at each other by kissing me.

“No. It’s not like with Rose, Gisele.” I kissed her nose, linking my gaze with hers. “Sex with you feels downright mental. It’s impossible to describe it. When I touch you, I’m consumed by an indescribable intrinsic feeling to connect with you. Like a missing puzzle, there’s always a void. But once I have you in my arms, the void is filled with the missing piece, completing the mystery.”

Tracing my lip with her thumb, she forlornly stared at my face. “I love you. You have no idea what I’d give to have you, but we both know how this goes. Japan was different because Rose isn’t there. But we’re back to reality, and I’m not going to compete with her. I’m done trying to because you’ll always choose her. I’m this chick you’ve wanted to have sex with, and now that you have, there’s nothing else I can offer you, Jared—not like her. You’ll bore of me, walk away like you always do. As much as I love you, I know I won’t survive another time of you doing it.”

“No, don’t say that.” Holding her close, my forehead rested against hers. “We’ve never been on the same page. I’ve never felt anything like this, and if we end this, right here, right now, we’ll always wonder ‘what if.’ Do you really want to spend the rest of our lives wondering why? I sure don’t. I want you desperately. Just you and me. Like this. Everyday. Every night. Just like this.”

She vehemently shook her head. “You don’t understand—”

My thumb pressed against her lips, shushing her. “Stay with me,” I breathed out ardently. “Let’s stay together, date, and get to know each other better and have a little fun. It’s time we really make a go for it…see how this works out, Gisele. We need to look at us, look at how we couldn’t seem to get enough of each other. Not just with sex. Don’t get me wrong; it’s bloody phenomenal…but I’m referring to how we’ve been inseparable—kissing, hugging, laughing. How do you think we’ll fare getting back to our lives, pretending as though none of this happened? I know I’m able to function getting on with life, but I’m choosing not to. I need you in my life, Gisele. As my woman…as my girlfriend and hopefully soon, if you’re willing, as my wife in the truest sense of the word.”

Her stunning features contorted. Her eyes frowned with uncertainty. Red lips wobbled with indecision. “This isn’t something to joke about. I don’t find this funny. We hate each other. You can’t stand me. I bore you, remember? Don’t fuck with my feelings, Jared. I’m not going to play this game with you. It’s just cruel.”