Be a Doll(90)

I pushed my head deeper into the crook of his neck, hiding myself from the realization that things were changing again and I was powerless to stop anything from happening.

“Let’s get a shower,’’ he said in a whisper, his voice not as commanding as he usually was.

I didn’t want to separate our bodies and I didn’t want to look at him with fear that he’d see how deep my weakness ran in my eyes, but I still nodded and pulled back slowly, reluctance in my every muscle protesting.

He cupped my face and placed a soft kiss on my lips. It was a quick one, but so soft and sweet that it only made it more obvious that he had made himself a spot in my heart without trying to do so.

“Come on, little wife,’’ he said quietly, looking away from me then when I started to sink into him, losing myself in the depth of his dark eyes.

Once again, like a doll, I nodded and followed his lead by standing to my legs still trembling from the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. When I pulled my hands off his body, he quickly rose to his feet and claimed my hand in his big one. He toed off his shoes and stepped out of his slacks and underwear, not caring that the living room was a mess of clothes thrown everywhere. His attention was solely on me.

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MATHIS


Wrapped in towels, we went to the dressing room attached to the bedroom, each going to our side where all of our clothes were hung or folded. I kept Lila in my line of sight, unable to stop looking at her or fully break the link that tied me to her. I bet my mind was still scrambled from the sex on the couch, but I felt something I had no name for at that moment, but it was soft and lessened some of the burden I always carried with me.

Showering with her had been a new experience in itself. It wasn’t that it was the first time I shared a shower with a woman, it was because nothing happened in that shower but showering and helping each other getting clean. With her little hands on me, on my back, taking her time to wash me, it gave me a new appreciation for intimacy. I also realized that wanting to cuddle wasn’t such a bad thing, but I still had no idea how to go about it and if it would be well received. That too, I put it on the mind-blowing sex we had about fifteen minutes ago. That wasn’t like me at all.

I snatched pajama pants from a shelf and mentally cursed myself as I put them on, dropping the towel to the floor. When I bent down to retrieve my damp towel, I heard Lila sighing. It immediately brought my attention back to her and I stared as she perused her stack of sexy negligees and other lacy things she had to sleep in. It was still early, but it looked like we both wanted to kick back.

“What’s wrong?’’

She shook her head without looking my way, a hand protecting her towel around her when I wouldn’t mind if the damn thing fell to uncover all of her beauty.

“I don’t have anything to wear that isn’t lace, see-through or satin.’’ She glowered at her clothes. “At Carter Manor they didn’t let us have more than one pajama deemed unbecoming for a future trophy wife. We were supposed to always wear sexy little things.’’ She sighed again. “I should have gone shopping.’’

I turned back to face my side of the dressing room and grabbed an old hoodie I used to wear sometimes when I needed a break from my stifling suits when at home and away from prying eyes. If I looked in the back of the dresser I could also find a pair or two of jeans. I went to Lila with the hoodie in hand and gave it to her.

“Wear that,’’ I said ruefully, my frown coming back as I became more aware by the second that too much was changing at once between us, but I didn’t know how to stop it or if I really wanted to. I had opened a part of me I had kept mostly hidden for almost two decades and I told her something I had never dared saying aloud, even less in someone else’s presence. She blinked at the old hoodie in her hands as if it was a foreign object. My frown deepened. “It’s just a hoodie, Lila.’’

She shook her head and said nothing as she let her towel fall to quickly put on the hoodie, giving me a very brief view of her perfect curves and tantalizing skin. I clenched my hands at my sides and glared at the floor when I felt my dick starting to come to life again. It shouldn’t be difficult to kill off that erection if she wore a hoodie way too big for her, but I just learned something about myself.

Staring at my sexy wife when she wore my hoodie that fell from her shoulders and stopped mid-thigh while her breasts barely appeared under the large thing was insanely sexy. I didn’t remember having a more intense reaction to seeing her wearing one of her sexy little things to bed. A negligee or my hoodie… it was all the same sexy level to me.

“What? Don’t look at me like that, I know I must look ridiculous.’’

“Is that what you think?’’ I asked and walked closer to her, invading her space until she had to tilt her head back to keep her eyes on mine. With her clear blue eyes it was easy to see when her pupils blew up and it only made me harder to realize that she reacted to me as strongly as I reacted to her. I had never had such an insatiable need for a woman before Lila. I caressed the exposed skin of her shoulder and crouched to bring my face to hers. “I’m getting hard again just looking at you in my hoodie.’’

I watched as her throat worked, took in her skin that pebbled under my fingers. It was mesmerizing and fascinating to witness my wife’s body reaction to me. But all too soon she had to break the mounting tension.