Wifey Talk [COMPLETED, 18+]

Chapter fifty-one

SOFIA'S POV

James arrives completely drunk, and he staggers into the bedroom where I'm reading in bed. "Sofia!" He cheers.

I get out of bed and set my iPad down. "Thank god he's back," I mutter. "Come change into your PJs," I say to him.

"I'm too hot," he complains. James peels off his shirt, and I watch the way his muscles ripple. His abs look tight and firm; I notice he's more fit than Ioane.

Before I can say anything else, James has removed his slacks and slipped into bed. My face reddens when I realize he's planning on sleeping in his boxers alone.

"James, why don't you slip on some PJs?" I ask desperately.

He shakes his head. I watch him flop forward onto his stomach with his head smushed flat against the pillow.

"I'm comfy like this," he mumbles into the pillow. "Come to bed," he says.

I sigh, getting back to my side of the bed. I slip under the covers, and James turns to his side, propping himself on his elbow. "Sofia?"

I turn to face him. "Yes?"

"Can I kiss you?"

"I-I don't know if that's a good idea James. You're drunk," I stutter.

"But you look so beautiful," he whines. His hand reaches out, and he strokes my cheek. "Your skin is so soft."

My eyes soften looking at him. "I think you should go to sleep," I tell him.

"You know what else I'm wondering?" He asks me.

"What?" I ask James, playing along with his questions.

"If your pussy is just as soft," he throats.

I gasp at his language. "James!"

"It's the truth," he tells me, sliding closer. His hungry eyes settle on my lips, and my mouth dries watching him. James' eyes are obsidian in the dark of the room, and I can smell the delicious scent of his cologne. Is it bad that I'm so attracted to him right now?

"One kiss," he whispers. 

"Fine," I mumble. "One kiss."

I can't resist him. Not when he wants me like this. All of my resolve crumbles when he looks at me.

He leans in, throwing a leg over mine. I watch as he hovers above me, leaning in to press his lips against mine. James' breath smells like alcohol, and he nibbles on my lip. I open my mouth for him, allowing him to taste me. His tongue moves slowly and languidly against mine, exploring my mouth as he takes his time.  His hand lowers its way down my body and cups my breast through my negligee, squeezing hard. I gasp, and James inhales my breath. My hands tangle into his hair, holding him close.

I hear him groan into my mouth as I tug on his hair, and a thrill of electricity shoots through me. James is pressed against me, invading all of my senses and swallowing me whole. I feel him brush his finger against my stiff nipple over the top of my negligee, and a spark shoots straight to my sex. I let out a breathy moan as James pinches the small nub between his fingers.

The spot between my legs is slick with a wetness I can't comprehend. James pulls away from my mouth, panting as he looks down into my eyes. I can see his lust for me plain and clear, and my eyes widen when his hand travels below my negligee.

James' fingers skim along my slit, slipping against my wetness. "Fuck, baby, you're soaking," he says, his eyes wide with wonder.

I whimper as he gently pushes a finger inside me. My body latches onto his slim, long finger tight, and I squirm as he begins to pump in and out of me. One of his other fingers begins to rub against my clit, causing me to see red. My heart begins to race in my chest, the blood pounding in my head, as he rubs slow, smooth circles.

James keeps his eyes on me as I arch off the bed, locking around his finger like he's a precious treasure. My mouth rounds into an O, and soft whimpers escape my lips as his thumb moves in small, tight circles of varying pressure. My legs begin to shake.

I need to breathe. To think. To do something to function. I'm spinning wildly out of control, unraveling quickly. I'm about to come undone while he watches.

I gasp and pant as he continues the maddening pace between my legs, never slowing down. My eyes open to meet his, and a shaky breath escapes my lips.

"James," I moan, clenching my tight hole around his finger.

"Baby, you've got me in a chokehold," he says, his voice low and fascinated.

He starts rolling his thumb mercilessly over my slick clit. I moan as his thumb starts stroking with increased pressure, in short, quick movements. I whimper as my climax floods through me, wetness squirting between my legs onto the sheets. Wave after wave of pleasure pulses through my body, and I'm crying out in ecstasy. Gentle tingles spread from my crotch throughout all my limbs.

My heart picks up in triple time as James removes his fingers and places them in his mouth.

"H-how do I taste?" I ask him, my eyelids drooping heavily.

"Bittersweet," he says.

I shiver, watching him lick every inch of them. I didn't know climaxing could feel that good. It was beautiful and overwhelming all at once.
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JAMES' POV

When I wake up in the morning, I groan as the sunlight hits my eyes. My head is pounding. Why did I inhale a liquor store yesterday?

Then it all comes flooding back to me. Coming home drunk, kissing Sofia, finger-fucking her and tasting her. How did we let things get so far?

I glance over at her. As usual, she's sleeping in past when I wake up. She looks so peaceful with her eyes closed. My mind jumps back to our phone conversation.

Sofia had asked me why we couldn't be exclusive. I had told her that she would bore me, so I needed more women in my life. And of course, she responded by telling me that if I ever wanted to be with her, then I would have to stop sleeping with other women.

Could I do it? Could I really commit myself to one woman?

I wasn't sure.

I climb out of bed and head to the shower, scrubbing myself down. While I'm massaging shampoo into my hair, I hear Sofia wake up and use the toilet. I finish drying myself off with a towel, and then I apply my cologne. By the time I've changed and stepped out into the bedroom, Sofia is wearing a new pair of sweats I've never seen before. The top is a short, fitted crop top that's more of a bra than it is a top. It comes with a matching grey, sweatsuit bottom. She looks hot.

I catch the nervous look on her face when she meets my gaze. The way she's biting her lip makes my stomach stir. Oh, all the things I could do to her pretty little mouth.

"How are you feeling?" I ask her.

She shrugs. "I got my period, so not great."

"That's not what I meant," I say. "I was talking about last night."

Her cheeks darken as she looks at me. Sofia crosses her arms over her chest. "I had a good time," she tells me.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

I'm debating how to best ask her if she'd like to be finger-fucked again because listening to the sounds of her moaning was even better than I imagined in my head.

"But this doesn't change anything for you, does it?" She interrupts my thoughts.

I raise an eyebrow at her. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, you still want to sleep with other people," she says.

I nod my head.

"Okay, then that's never happening again. Let's just forget it ever happened."

I'm shocked and a little pissed off by her reaction to be honest, but I don't think she notices. If she does notice, then I don't think she cares. Why does she have to be like this? Why do we have to forget it happened if it made her feel good? I don't want to forget.