Page 44 of Slightly Married
She smiled against mine. “And I hope our son doesn’t marry one woman while engaged to another.”
When my hands found their way to her breasts, she groaned. “We should stop, K,” she whispered, her body contradicting her words. “We’ve already done it five times.”
I continued kissing her, trailing my lips along her jaw to her ear. “But we’re supposed to make a baby together,” I reminded her. “Now, squat and let me in.”
The brief flash of command in my voice seemed to excite rather than offend her. She complied, positioning herself above me before slowly sinking down, taking me completely inside her.
I let out a low groan as she moved, slowly at first, her eyes locked onto mine. There was no rush, no urgency.
My hands found her hips, guiding her as she rose and fell. Each movement was a dance of give and take. I could feel her heartbeat, her breath mingling with mine as we kissed deeply, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths with a tender curiosity.
The sound of the sea, the rustle of the leaves, the distant hum of life beyond the balcony became a distant murmur, overpowered by the rhythm of our bodies and the soft, wet sounds of our union.
Every time she sank down, I could feel her more deeply, as if she were reaching into the very core of me. It was a sensation unlike any other, a blend of physical pleasure and emotional intimacy that left me feeling invincible.
Her movements became more insistent, her breaths turning into soft, desperate moans. Her walls tightened around me, her body trembling as she neared the edge.
“K...” Her voice was a whisper. “Yes, yes, yes!”
I knew she was close, and I wanted to be there with her. I moved with her, my hips rising to meet each of her downward thrusts, our bodies perfectly synchronized.
Her cry of release was muffled by my lips as I captured her mouth in a fierce kiss. I followed her over the edge, my climax ripping through me, unmooring me from everything except the woman in my arms.
15
Isat on the back veranda of Konstantin’s Corfu estate, admiring the birds as they flitted daringly close to nibble at the many bird feeders scattered around the garden. Konstantin had disappeared into his small home office after we got up a second time that morning, so I took the opportunity to call Simone.
“Girl, you will not believe what happened,” I said the moment she answered, sinking deeper into the cushioned chair.
“Spill it immediately,” Simone demanded.
I wasn’t sure where to begin. After everything that happened between Konstantin and me, there was almost too much to share.
“He literally threw me over his shoulder and carried me out of the estate,” I said, lowering my voice despite Konstantin being well out of earshot. “In front of his family. Then flew me to Corfu.”
“Hold up. He did WHAT?” Simone’s voice rose to a near-screech. “Are you okay?”
“I’m surviving,” I replied, running my fingers along the ornate wrought-iron table. “Though I’m down one designer dress that didn’t survive the... aftermath.”
“Oh my God,” Simone gasped, connecting the dots. “You slept with him!”
“There wasn’t much sleeping involved,” I admitted, feeling heat rise to my cheeks.
“I bet.”
“It was... I can’t even describe it. Multiple times. The car, the plane, against the wall when we arrived, the bed and balcony...”
“Damn, girl! So much for your ‘keep my distance’ plan. What about his fiancée?”
“What about her?” I shot back, twisting a braid around my finger. “He’s my husband, and before I suggested IUI, she’d assumed we’d sleep together to create this baby, anyway.”
It’s what I’d been telling myself since waking up that morning in his arms to justify my actions and silence my guilt.
“I get it. The chemistry is there, but what happens after you become pregnant?”
“That’s the million-dollar question, isn’t it?” I sighed, watching a bluebird hover near one of the feeders. “Right now, I’m just trying not to overthink what feels... surprisingly right. Which is completely backwards, I know.”
“Just be careful, sis. Your heart’s already been broken once by a man who made false promises. I don’t want to see you curl up in a ball on the couch again.”
