Page 46 of Betrothed To Love

Feeling lightheaded as fuck, I rest my head on her back and we remain like this for a few minutes. When we finally stop shaking and breathing hard, I slowly pull out of her and she eases off the island. Slowly, she turns to face me.

“You’re so damn pretty,” I say and the most beautiful smile spreads on her face.

“Let’s go to my room,” she says before taking a step forward, then laughing. “My legs. They are not cooperating.”

“I got you. But you got some water in this fridge?” I ask and she nods. After I open the fridge, I grab two bottles of water then slide an arm around her waist from behind. Body to body, we leave the kitchen and amble to her bedroom. She pulls her bedding back then eases inside. I join her and hand her one of the bottles. In silence, we drink our water. I’m cool at first, but when the quiet is still here after I’m done with my water, I can’t take the shit anymore. “You alright over there?” I ask, even though we are only inches apart.

She turns her head and faces me. “I’m perfect,” she assures me.

“Then why you so quiet?”

“’Cause I didn’t want to interrupt you and your water,” she says with a grin.

“Nah. You can interrupt anything I’m doing. Come put that beautiful body on me then, so we can talk.” After inching closer and draping her legs across mine, she rests her head on my chest. I slide my arm around her and pull her in even closer. “You good, right?”

“I’m perfect. Things went better than I planned,” she says, to my surprise.

“So you planned to put that pussy on me like that?”

“Maybe not my wording but definitely the intent. I mean, marriage should have its privileges.”

“I agree one hundred on that but you know what you just did, right?” I ask, then place my hand under her chin.

She raises an eyebrow and asks, “And what’s that?”

“You just locked us in,” I say, then turn us over in the bed.

“Quintus!” she squeals at my fast, unexpected move.

“See how much you like calling my name?” I ask, hovering over her.

“I do like your name,” she says with a smirk.

“That better not be all you like.” I lean in and kiss her lips. “Is it?” I ask.

“Most definitely not. I have to admit, so far, I like everything about my husband, especially what you just did. My kitchen island has a new purpose.” While laughing, she grabs the sides of my face. “Hey…”

“What’s up?”

“Your motion? I meant to ask you about that earlier. My case ran over. I was trying to make it to your hearing but I couldn’t.”

“He listened to both arguments and I feel like I was very persuasive. The D.A. was pissed, so I believe I’ll get the evidence excluded. He didn’t rule today though. I have to wait.”

“Oh, if he has to think about it, you won. Excluding evidence is a hard ruling. We all know there’s basically no case without the key evidence, especially in possession cases. Congratulations.”

“I’ll take it, Your Honor. Thanks.”

“Watch. I’m right. He’ll exclude the drugs and dismiss the case.”

“Then let’s celebrate.”

“And how do you want to do that?” she asks. Using my knee, I nudge her legs apart and position myself between them. When I lean in to capture her lips, I sink into her. “Oh,” she moans. “That works.”

After burying myself deep inside her and rocking her to two more orgasms, we drag ourselves out of her bed, shower, and make our way back into her kitchen. This time to actually eat and have our planned conversation. She thoroughly cleaned the island first then warmed the food. She’s putting it all on the counter now.

“Let me fix your plate. What do you want?” she asks while I grab another bottle of water from her fridge.

“You had me putting in work. I’m hungry as hell, so everything. You want water too?”