Page 52 of Love is So Mean
“You can’t look like a cheater if your relationship wasn’t public but again, these are things to be prepared about.” She stops her movements and raises her brow. “Sit on your lap? Why?”
“I proposed publicly and I’ve never updated my social media so she’s on it. The news spread while we were in the meeting. I’m sure people have been all over it and that information is spreading like wildfire. We need to finish what we started in the elevator.”
“Well, we will figure that out. People break up every single day. The percentage is fairly high. And we don’t need to finish anything, we have to focus and strategize.”
“I’ll focus better if we finish. Yes, people break up often but the majority don’t get married the very next day. That’s also public record for anyone interested in looking.”
I pat my lap in case she tries to ignore the first part of my statement.
“Technically, we’ve fulfilled our once-a-day sex quota so what do you need to finish?”
“Did I agree to once a day? I don’t remember seeing that written. Besides more sex, more chances of pregnancy.”
Yasmeena doesn’t respond right away as she thinks. She crosses her arms covering her beautiful tits. “How many times a day?”
“I say leave it open for all possibilities with a minimum of one.” I crook my finger at her. “Come, let’sstrategize.”
“I need a number before I walk anywhere near you.”
“Everything doesn’t need an exact plan.”
“I’m not spontaneous so I’ll just put my clothes on.” She gives me her back and starts throwing what she’ll wear on the bed.
I don’t expect her to understand that I need a distraction just as much as she needs a strategy. Standing, I move towards my not-wife/wife to explain my position in all of this. Our secret marriage is now public and we’re expected to double down to say we’re a real couple who married for the right reasons. I need real husband privileges. I catch her before she disappears into the bathroom.
I press her against the wall, trapping her with my body. My lips graze her neck without connecting with the sweet, soft skin. I inhale her like I’m trying to etch every detail into my memory.
“What if I want to do all the things, Yas?”
“What things?”
I run a hand up her torso, guiding my palm over her breast to tease her nipple. “Touch you everywhere; feel all of you…taste you.”
I nip her neck after the last word.
“Taste me?”
I turn her so she can face me and steal a kiss before she can protest.
“One day, wife, I’m going to take my time touching and kissing your body. Then I'll eat your pussy until I'm satisfied with how hard you cum.” I lift Yasmeena, she instinctively wraps her legs around my waist. “Sometimes you just need to come to me when I call.”
“You wanted me to sit on your lap like you’re Santa Claus.” She says as she wraps her arms around my neck.
“It would have been much more rewarding.”
“How so?”
”Well,” I say as I work my way under her underwear to slip my fingers inside of her, “It's not his mission to get you pregnant.”
“Who?” She throws her head back, fighting the urge to moan.
“Santa. The man you brought up.” I fuck her with my fingers while admiring the mark I gave her earlier. “This is why we don't limit our fun to just one day.”
“I don-,” her sentence is cut by her need to stop another moan.
”Shh, just…” my words trail off as I enter her. I drop my forehead to hers and close my eyes for a moment. Being inside her feels too fucking good. “Mmm. One day you'll tell me you like it.”
I pull out slowly then rock back inside of her, making sure to go deep. Changing the position, I snake my arms under her legs to push her up higher. My mouth finally connects with one of her naked nipples and I suck it into my mouth.