Page 142 of Betrayed By Love

Foster sniffs sharply, and his body shakes as he begins to cry, his tears mixing with the water dripping from his hair. Alarmed, I try to slide off him, but he holds me tight.

“You called me your husband,” he says shakily.

“Foster, we have a long way to go, but I don’t want a divorce. I do love you even though I know I should hate you. What you told me this afternoon shook me, but you need to make up for what you’ve done.”

He rains kisses on my face. “And I will. Even if it takes me the rest of my life.”

Foster walks toward shore, carrying me.

“Where are you going?” I ask.

“Inside. I want to make love to you in bed.”

“Here!” I sharply cry. “I can’t wait.” I reach between us, stroking his head through his underwear with my palm.

Foster moans and lifts me slightly so he can take his cock out of his black silk boxers. “You’re sure?”

“Fuck me,” I moan.

“Let me take you to the sand.”I sigh, placing my head on his shoulder as I cling to him. Foster carries me up to the sand. He wrenched my panties to the side and lifted me so he can poise himself at my slick channel. When he enters, I bite into his shoulder to keep from crying out. Foster feels so good. He reaches between us and massages my clit until I break apart. It’s been so long I’ve felt this way that I throw my head back in ecstasy. Once I finish, he grips me, whispering his love into my ear.

“Let’s go inside,” he finally says.

“But you didn’t come.”

“I’m sure you’ll remedy that once we get into bed.”

Foster gently lifted me off him and tucked his erection inside his boxers. Luckily no one is around to see his arousal. He grabs my hand and tugs me along, once again picking me up in his arms as we get close to the villa. He carries me up the rest of the way, and when we get to the lanai, we strip our wet clothes off, leaving them on the floor.

“How I’ve missed you,” Foster grunts as he pats my ass, his hips slapping against my flesh.

I lift my head from the pillow to look back at him, panting, “Me or sex?”

“You first, sex second. It will always be you first.”

Foster shifts his hips, trying to coax a third orgasm from me. We’ve been having sex for the last fifteen minutes, and his staying power is becoming unbelievable.

“One more, Paige,” he urges.

Shaking, I tell him, “I don’t have another one in me.”

Foster speeds his rhythm up, now thrusting his hips. As much as I tell him I can’t, I feel another orgasm hurtling toward release. A few faster strokes of his penis later, and my core is detonating with pleasure, drawing a loud moan from my throat. Grunting and groaning my name, he grasps my hips and pounds into me until he spills his seed in a rush of heat. When Foster finishes, he pulls out and lays alongside me, cradling me in his arms.

“I love you, Mrs. Black,” he says between breaths.

I smooth a lock of Foster’s damp hair from his forehead. “What now?”

He raises his eyebrows. “You want more sex?”

“Maybe later. I mean, what now? What do we do when we get home?”

Foster smirks. “You move back in with me; then you have lunch with my mother.”

I bury my head in my pillow. “I don’t know what to say to her.”

“Say we’re getting back together. She loves and misses you. I can’t even tell you how much of a browbeating I’ve taken from her over the past two months.”

I move my face from the pillow to look at Foster again. “Laura? That doesn’t sound like her.”

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