Page 7 of Wife Unwanted
I scoffed, remembering his coldness towards me.
"I'm not lying. I used to get excited whenever I learned you were cleaning the house. Instead of doing any of the twenty things I occupied myself with during the weekend, I would play video games in my room, hoping you'd come in." I glanced up athim. There was no smirk or playful twinkle in his eyes. He was serious. "No way."'
"Yes way. Instead of doing something about it, I would watch you work, hoping you would not see my boner the entire time."
"Why didn't you do anything?"
He sighed. "I was young and dumb."
"And proud," I added.
He brushed my forehead. I looked up at him. "Was I that bad?" he asked.
I nodded.
"If you must know, I was arrogant because I thought it was cool."
His outright admission surprised me. "Well, you should have said something. I grew up thinking you hate me."
His body tensed. "I'm sorry."
I looked up at him. He was genuine. I didn't know until then that I had been waiting for his apology. And now that I had gotten it, I felt guilty about my deception. "Carey," I said, but he cut me off with a kiss.
"You're beautiful." He kissed me again as his left hand wandered to my breast, while his right went down to my pussy. He played with me like my body was an instrument. His fingers strummed my nipple and clit like cords on a guitar. I was writhing and against his chest and cock in senseless pleasure. I watched as my boobs bobbed in the water while it sloshed around us, no doubt making a mess in the bathroom. He only increased his speed until I didn't know where I was and soon, I tensed and then quaked as I came apart in his arms.
We got out of the tub after I had calmed down. Even though my legs felt like jelly, we helped each other dry and went back to the bed, where he showed me the same hunger he had for me earlier in the night. This time, he was more deliberate and slow in his lovemaking. Taking time to make sure I came first.Worshipping my body and making me feel like I was a goddess. When it was over, we went under the covers and slept. But he wasn't done. In the early hours of the morning, before the sun came up, he woke me again with small kisses on my neck and shoulder. With my back to his front, he entered me lazily as he said, "I don't think I'll ever have enough of you."
Chapter 4
Carey
DATING THALIA WASa whirlwind in the best way. There was something uniquely attractive about her that kept me wanting more. Maybe it was her unavailability. She never seemed to be mine, even though we've been together for a month now and fucking each other pretty much every day. If I hadn’t grown up with her, I wouldn’t know anything about her. She’s a black box and exceedingly stingy with information about herself. It was only last night that I learned she was working two jobs instead of one. Apparently she catered occasionally and one of those occasions was yesterday when I called her to ask her out only for her to tell me she can’t talk because she’s about to serve at a luncheon.
But even that wasn't enough to dissuade me from not wanting to see her. And instead of doing something else with my weekend, I found myself waiting for her in the parking lot of the place she was working at, waiting for her.
She was driving me insane, and I loved every minute of it. I hadn't been able to stop thinking about her every waking moment of my life. A memory of her smile, or her laugh, the way her mouth turned into an 'o' whenever I pleasure her would pop into my mind at the oddest times. It's silly that I once thoughtone night with her would be enough. A month later, and I doubt if my desire for her will ever dissipate.
She left the building an hour after I arrive and I got out of the car so she could see me. "You shouldn't have waited," she said after I hug her and give her a kiss. "I had nothing else to do," I replied.
She smirked. "Yeah sure. A high powered New York attorney has nothing to do on the weekends."
"Well," I said, opening the passenger door for her, "this high-powered attorney cleared his weekend so he could spend it with his amazing girlfriend, whom he thought had a day off."
Her face fell just as I closed the door and went over to the driver's side. "I had to take the job," she said as I entered the car. "I kinda need the money."
"If you tell me why you need it, maybe I could help."
"No personal stuff, remember?"
Every time she flung that rule at me, I want to curse myself for coming up with it in the first place. I thought I was doing myself a favor by making sure our relationship would be nothing but sex and free of attachment. Now I'm not sure if it was a good idea.
"Can we change the rule? Because finding out you had another job was kinda a surprise I wasn't expecting."
"Or maybe it's best to leave it like that. You wouldn't like my sob story, anyway."
But I didn't want to, at least not anymore. I thought I was doing both of us a favor. If my father knew I was slightly interested in her, he would have done all he could to destroy the relationship.
"I don't mind listening to a sad story," I said.
