She kept her gaze on me and didn’t glance at my dick. She also didn’t seem to anticipate what I was really going to say before I saved myself. Her arms circled my neck, and she rose on her tiptoes so she could kiss me.
My arms couldn’t stay back for another moment, so I wrapped them around her waist and pulled her close, my lips burning at her touch. My hands slid under her shirt, and I pushed her thong over her ass, my cock thinking about that slick pussy.
I pulled the shirt over her head and revealed her round tits and flat stomach before I backed her toward the bed, stepping out of my bottoms in the process. Her panties got left behind too.
When the backs of her knees hit the bed, she prepared to lie down so I could get on top of her.
I had other plans.
I spun her around and forced her into the position she’d been in before, her face against the sheets and her ass in the air. Her pussy was visible to me, along with that little asshole I had yet to fuck. My hand gripped the back of her neck and applied the pressure while my other hand pinned her wrists together at the small of her back. “You’re going to show me how sorry you are.”
I had to head to the airport, but Sofia was smothered into my side, her arm draped across my waist while her lips rested against my chest. Her hair stretched over my arm, the scent of her shampoo ingrained in my skin.
I wanted to stay there and watch her wake up.
But I had shit to take care of.
As gently as I could, I pulled my body from underneath hers and placed her on the pillow. I slipped from under the sheets and made it to the edge of the bed. My phone lit up with another message. I’d been getting them all morning.
When I got to my feet, she stirred. “What time is it?” She pulled the sheets farther over her shoulder and closed her eyes.
“Early.”
“Then why are you getting out of bed?”
“I’ve got to catch my flight.” I pulled on clean underwear and grabbed a t-shirt from the closet.
“Flight?” She sat up in bed and let the sheets fall. “Where are you going? When were you going to tell me?”
“Last night, but I never got around to it.” I pulled on my jeans then grabbed my leather jacket.
She got out of bed, wide awake now that she knew I was leaving. “Where are you going?”
“Marrakech.”
“And what’s there?”
I kept my answer vague. “Business. I’ll be back tomorrow.” I pulled on my shoes then slipped my watch onto my wrist.
Standing there naked, she looked devastated by the news. “So, I’ll be alone tonight?”
“My men will keep you safe.”
“That’s not what I’m worried about. It’s just… I’ve never slept here alone.” She grabbed the shirt she’d been wearing the night before from the floor and pulled it on.
“You can handle it.” I grabbed my bag next.
She walked up to me. “Are you doing anything dangerous?”
“No. I’ll be home tomorrow—I promise.”
Her eyes scanned back and forth as she studied my gaze. “I’m sorry I said I didn’t want you to come home… I didn’t mean that.”
“I know.” How could she fuck me like a maniac but not love me? How could she be so upset about my departure but feel nothing? “Just don’t say shit like that again. Because you never know if it’ll ever be the last thing you say to me.”
Her eyes softened further, like my words were bullets to her heart. “I don’t want you to go.”
I’d just gotten dressed, but now I wanted to strip everything off and climb back into bed with her. I wanted to get hot and sweaty with my wife and forget about the rest of the world. Listening to her beg me was such a turn-on. Watching her turn vulnerable for me, become clingy, was the sexiest thing in the world. “I have to.”
“Alright. Could you call me before you go to bed?”
She was making it harder and harder for me to leave. “Yes.”
She moved into me and slid her hands up my chest, the longing obvious in the emotion in her eyes. She’d been pissed at me yesterday, but now she didn’t want to let me go. She rested her forehead against my chest and stood there, her hands resting at my stomach.
My hand slid into her hair, and I pulled her close to me, my chin resting on her forehead. I held her against me for a few minutes, ignoring my looming tardiness. It was my own plane so I could get there whenever I wanted, but I wanted to be in Marrakech before nightfall. Though nothing could pull me from here, not when I had her so close to me.