I suddenly understand why a woman would stay with a cheating man. It seems better to be happy with someone you love and overlook the fact there is someone else. Better than your thoughts and heart aching for them while you live a life alone. And I don’t have the additional influence of a family—round, adorable children who climb into Nathan’s lap and call him Daddy. It’s just me, with a man that I can’t stay away from.
I look out the window as the plane dips below the trees and our city comes into focus. North, along the rolling hills, I see our neighborhood, landscaped squares with mansions squatting possessively on blue-green lawns, gates and pavers directing the rich as they go about their worry-free lives. Home.
I turn to Nathan. “Drew has already moved out?”
He nods. “Yes, Mark’s already confirmed that.” He leans forward, squeezing my hand. “It works out well, he was staying in the second master suite, which will be more appropriate for you than one of the guest rooms. The housekeeper has already moved your closet over there, I thought you’d prefer to move your personal things.”
I nod, settling back in the seat. I’ll be sleeping in Drew’s bed—his scent, his touch, everywhere around me. It's something I’m not sure fresh sheets and cleaning products will remove.
The plane shifts beneath us and I watch the airport come into view.
Mark is outside, waiting, when Nathan pulls into the drive. I step out of the car and stretch, surprised when Nathan comes around the car, his arm encircling and pulling me tight. “Money has been transferred, and I convinced the Missus to stay, to put up with me for a little while longer. Things are coming together.”
He leans down, kissing me on the top of my head, his hand sliding down to cup my ass. Only home for seconds, but I can already feel the need coming off him, his fingers gripping me possessively. I blush, glance up at Mark, who smiles, and pulls a trunk from the car.
I’m brought back to attention by Nathan’s hands, sliding around to the side of my leg, his fingers teasing the edge of my shorts, and I glance up at him. “Did you need something from me?” I ask, painting my face into a mask of innocence.
A smile tugs at his mouth and he laughs, bending and sweeping me into his arms. “I’m going to take my beautiful wife to bed,” he says to Mark, pulling me to his mouth for a kiss. I shriek as he moves, my body bouncing in his arms, as we go up the steps, his eyes on me hungrily, his mouth curved into a smile.
Could it be? Will vacation Nathan be sticking around? My heart soars at the possibility.
He carries me to his bed, a space we rarely use, our sexual sessions kept to unromantic, highly visible places. Tossing me onto the duvet, he yanks at the collar of his shirt, pulling it over his head with barely contained excitement. “You mentioned me needing something?” he growls, the shirt tossed aside, his strong chest exposed, abs firm, his hands frantic at his belt. “Right now, I need to worship you with my cock.”
I move quickly, matching pace with his movements, wanting, needing, to have him bare inside me right now, dominating me, the joining of our bodies in raw, unprotected union. He is fully naked by the time I have my shirt off, his strong, lean body crawling onto the bed, fully secure in its nakedness, his hands unbuttoning my shorts and tugging them and my panties off and down my legs.
A pause. His eyes survey my body, and I drink in the sight of him naked, kneeling in between my legs, his eyes black with need, his cock hard with arousal. It bobs straight out, my mouth watering with the urge to suck its hard length.
“You are so beautiful,” he groans. “I want to do so many things to your body.” He reaches down, his hand wrapping around his length, moving up and down his shaft. I reach my own fingers down, needing something inside of me right now, my need too great to go unsatisfied.
He chuckles, stopping my hand, moving it aside as his fingers brush against my heat, dipping inside one digit, then two, his eyes closing briefly. “Jesus, Candace. You are so … perfect. So hot and tight. Always ready for me.”
I arch on the bed, grinding against his fingers, needing them deeper, thicker, my eyes locked on his hard length, the erotic view of his hand on his cock, his eyes on me, his mouth open in unrestrained lust.
“I should have fucked you that first night,” he groans, moving his cock down, his fingers out, the head of him hovering at my opening, his hands gripping my legs as he pushes inside in one smooth motion. He withdraws slowly, watching our union as inch by inch he pulls out, my body weeping at his exit. “If I had known then how perfect you are, I never would have passed on that opportunity. You are too amazing to not fuck at every … available … opportunity.” He pulls the final inches out, my back arching, my eyes begging, his fingers resuming their penetrations.
“You assume I would have been willing,” I gasp out, a smile across my face.
He tilts his head, possession in his eyes. “Do you think you could resist?” He positions himself back at my entrance, rubbing his head up and down my wet slit, easing in slightly, then pulling out, taking his stiff head to my swollen clit, brushing it gently.
“Of course,” I breathe.
“Bullshit. By the time I finished with you, you would have been begging for my cock.” His smug tone backs up his words, his cock pulling away from me as he strokes it again.
“Is that so?” Everything in me is centered between my legs. I have forgotten how to breathe, how to move, to think, to do anything but have this man fuck me back into reality.
“You tell me.” He grabs my legs and lifts them so that they point to the sky, spread and open for him, his unrestrained cock finding its way straight to the source of my need. “Do you need this?”
I stay silent, my stubbornness combining with the curiosity of wondering what he will do next.
He moves his hips, the head of him entering, then withdrawing, my need rising and falling and rising as he fucks me with short, half-strokes, his mouth brushing against my calf, his tongue tickling out a pattern against my skin.
I groan, trying to slide closer, to get more of him inside me, the pleasure just short of enough, my orgasm reaching, straining, but not making the connection.
“Do. You. Need. This?” He grunts out the words, every other dip of his cock deep, then shallow, then deeper.
“Yes!” The word explodes from me, a plea for help in a deep hole of pleasure. “So fucking badly, Nathan. Please.”
He shakes his head, keeping his thrusts short, keeping me hovering on the brink of insanity. “Tell me that you are mine. To use as I wish.”