Page 38 of Never Have We Ever
“I think you got all the best parts in your family,oui?”
She sighed. “I love it whenyou talk dirty in French.”
“Ouiis not dirty.” His next kiss carried a smile. Valeska almost didn’t notice how hard he now thrusted through her skirt. “Dirty is saying something likeje me branle souvent quand je pense à toi.”
Valeska only vaguely understood that. The context was in his tone, which sent an array of shivers through her body and opened her legs. He no longer had her skirt to contendwith. “What does that mean?”
“It means on the long, lonely nights when we are apart, I comfort myself with thoughts of you.”
“It was dirtier than that!”
“What do you think I am doing when I think of you?”
“Vilain garçon!”
“Your accent still needs work.” André nipped her ear. “But I feel like one when I am with you.”
Valeska wanted to tell herself that this was a part of his game. Yet wasn’tit good that he felt comfortable talking to his wife like this? Many men stopped seeing their wives as the subjects of their fantasies long before they even had children.He never made me feel like I was anything less than sexy. At least when we were in bed.Any way Valeska brought herself down was completely in her head. That much she could admit.
“Ah, Leska…” He lifted her blouse and bit thepeaked part of her bra. “I need you. Let me have you. Let me give you me.”
“Yes…” She rose to meet his next kiss, her nails clawing at his T-shirt. “I need you too.”
Even if they divorced, Valeska knew they would never be able to live without each other. They would be the sorriest tale in all of Europe. A sad couple who loved each other enough to keep hooking up until they were too tired tofuck, but were too toxic to stay married.No matter how many times I swear him off, I would keep coming back for more.Valeska knew this much about herself. André was the only man she wanted or needed for the rest of her life. He knew every inch of her body and constantly explored the parts of her mind they could mutually understand. Nothing was better than experiencing him inside of her. At leastin that moment, she could rest assured that her husband truly thought of no one else but her.
She had seen him naked countless times. He had beheld her natural body – both before and after the birth of their son – until he knew every scar, every mole, and every stretchmark to cover her skin. So how could he be so enamored with her to this day?Does he really want me that much?Valeska gaspedwhen her husband pushed his fingers between her thighs and searched for the one place welcoming him the most. She clutched his shoulders and braced herself for more.
“You wear too many clothes.” André reiterated his point by ripping off her blouse and the bra beneath. “Then again, so do I.” He joined her in being half naked. Soon, they would be completely naked.
It was the only way to be withhim.
Sometimes Valeska couldn’t help but think of their wedding night. Was it really so long ago? She knew that enough time had passed for them to have two children, but it didn’t feel real. How could eight years go by so quickly? How could she only have one man for so long? How could she imagine having more?
Easily, apparently.
“You know I worship you, yes?” He kissed her so hard that it knockedher response back down her throat. Valeska didn’t realize that her husband was only an inch away from taking her until she felt him nearly enter her. “The day I had to leave our own home to give you space was the hardest of my life. I prayed every day that you would reach out to me.”
“I’m sorry.” Valeska only lost her mind for a single second when he slipped into her. “I’m so sorry, André. Pleaseforgive me.”
“No, I will apologize.” With his arms wrapped around her shoulders and her legs around his waist, André rocked into her with the gentle force of a wave crashing against shore. “I caused you so much doubt. I am not worthy to be your husband, but I will try.”
“You’re off to a good start!”
Valeska didn’t want to talk anymore. She planted her lips against his and urged him to fuckher until they truly knew one another again.
André was right. English wasn’t the way they truly communicated to one another. The language of love, in all its sweetest and raunchiest forms, was how they kept coming back to each other. It was how Valeska realized he would be a perfectly good husband and father. It was how André wanted to share his world with hers.
Besides, the man still knew howto fuck her after eight years together. He did it like he would never have the chance to again – every time.
Valeska thought all these nice things about him… then the bastard had the balls to stop and pull away from her, leaving her all alone on her maddening ascent to orgasm, quickly cut short.
“MeinGott,” she cursed, slamming both fists against the bed in frustration.
“I want to see you.”André tugged her up into his lap. Even in her haze, Valeska quickly understood that she was meant to mount his lap and ride herself to the end of her sanity. “Look at you. So beautiful.”
He gingerly wiped something from her cheek. Her hands laxed against his shoulders. Their eyes met when she loomed above him, her hair enshrouding them in ticklish shadows. When their breaths were in sync, Valeskaslowly lowered herself into his lap.
She might as well have impaled herself upon fate.
