Page 11 of Frozen Promises

I don’t have an answer. Maybe I didn’t want to wake her up or didn’t think of her as a quick fuck I could get myself off with. I wanted to take my time with her and not use her for my own selfish pleasure. But I know one thing for certain. It’s never happening again.

“That changes now.” I snake my hand under her shirt, giving her a moment to push my hand away. When she doesn’t, I slide it up further until my hand cups her heavy breast. She lets out a soft moan, and it goes straight to my cock. But there’s still too many barriers between us. I need her naked.

Now.

As if thinking the same thing, Catalina grabs the hem of her shirt and pulls it over her head, discarding it on the floor next to mine. She unhooks her bra, letting her large tits free.

I’m a man undone and on her again. Our lips collide in a battle for dominance.

She eagerly submits to me, parting her lips to allow my tongue to explore.

My hands trail down her curves, loving how soft she is underneath me.

My wife is sin incarnate, and I’m all too eager to indulge in her pleasures.

I hate myself for waiting so long.

Grabbing the top of her leggings, I peel them down her body, leaving her in nothing but a black thong that hides her core from me.

That won’t do. With another tug, her thong comes off, joining the other articles of clothing on the floor.

I pull away from her lips and she whimpers from the loss of contact.

Needy girl. But I’m just as needy.

I drink in every dip and curve of her body.

My gaze reaches the apex of her thighs, but my wife has her legs pressed together.

I grab her legs, spreading her so I can see everything.

Her arousal hits me and I groan, taking her in.

Her pretty pussy glistens with her arousal, begging to be stuffed and fucked.

“I don’t have the words to tell you how much you mean to me or to apologize the way you deserve, but I can show you,” I say.

“Then show me,” she says breathlessly. “I want you naked, too, Elias.”

I press a kiss to the inside of her thigh before pulling back. I kick off my shoes and let my jeans fall. My black boxers go next. I’m so fucking hard for her. My cock is throbbing with the need to be buried deep inside of her.

Hunger lingers in her eyes when she looks at me. She reaches out and wraps a hand around my dick. I hiss in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“This is how you apologize, Elias. With this. All night,” she purrs like the tease she is.

“Does my wife need my cock?”

“You know I do.”

“Say it.” I have no reason to tease her. I desperately want to be inside of her, yet I can’t help myself.

“I want your cock, Elias.”

“Good girl.” Seeing her face flush makes me smirk.

I lean down and capture her nipple in my mouth, teasing the bud with my tongue.

My hand moves between her legs, finding the bundle of nerves waiting to be touched.

The first touch of my thumb against her clit has Catalina gasping and nearly pressing her legs back together, but I press my free hand to her thigh, keeping her spread and in place for me.

“Mine,” I growl around her nipple.

“Yours.” Her voice is drunk with lust. I take the opportunity to pull back and take her other nipple into my mouth. She moans just as I press the pad of my thumb down against her clit, rubbing slow, torturous circles.

She moans my name.

Fuck, I miss hearing her whimper for me. I miss how she squirms underneath my touch as I control her body. I was a fool to deny us this pleasure.

“Elias, please . . .” she begs.

And because I’m a dick, I ask. “Please what, carino?”

“I need you inside of me. Please.”

I want to take my time with her and milk every orgasm I can before I take her. But I have the patience of a child waiting to open their Christmas presents. There will be time for that later. I have all night to show her how sorry I am. Right now, we both need this.

I gently pull Catalina to the edge of the bed, settling myself between her parted thighs. Her wide eyes, shimmering with love and a flicker of desperation, find mine. She needs to feel something deeper. She’s aching for connection, and I feel it in every breath she takes.

I cradle her face, my voice rough with emotion. “You don’t know how much I fucking love you, princesa. My heart is yours. It’s always been yours. It will only ever be yours.”

“Elias,” she says my name with reverence as if I’m worthy of her worship. If the last year has proven anything, I’m not. But I’m a selfish bastard and eat it up.

I line myself up and claim her lips again. With one thrust, I push into her. Her tight pussy squeezes my dick, and we moan in unison. It’s the best damn feeling in the world. Nothing could ever compare. “Fuck, Catalina.”

I’m reverted to the teenage boy I was when I fell in love with her. We had finally admitted we loved each other and had sex for the first time in the back seat of my car. All those emotions hit me, just as they did back then. The love I have for her burns brighter than anything else in this world.

Her tight channel squeezes me in a way that makes me see stars. I’m not going to last long, but neither is she. We move as one, connecting in a way we haven’t in a long time. Far longer than I ever intended.

I work my hips, thrusting in and out until we are both panting.

Catalina digs her nails into my back, creating an intoxicating mixture of pain and pleasure.

The only sounds in the room are our ragged breaths and the raw, rhythmic slap of skin on skin as we lose ourselves in the frenzy, desperate for release.

“I’m close. Elias, baby!” She gasps as I reach between our connected bodies and play with her clit.

It’s the last thing my wife needs before she screams my name, coming for my cock.

I follow shortly after, my vision exploding with bright lights as I come deep inside her.

Something primal in me loves marking Catalina, filling her up with my seed, and claiming her.

We stay there, panting and looking at each other. A soft, almost shy smile pulls at her lips as she reaches up to cup my face. “Love me forever, Elias. Not just today.”

“There’s not been a day since you came into my life that I have not loved you. You stole my heart, and I’ve never asked for it back. It’s yours, carino, always yours.”

Until my final breath, I will love Catalina. Even when we’re nothing more than echoes carried by the wind, my heart will still be hers.

And I show her repeatedly just how much I need and ache for her. I pour it all into every touch, every kiss, every whispered word against her skin. We move together long into the night, until her body trembles with exhaustion, and she finally surrenders to sleep in my arms.

Right where she’s always belonged.

And when I’m certain she won’t wake up, I grab my phone and prepare her final surprise.