The Good Bad Girl

Chapter 41 Need you, Want you. Now!

I kissed her again and again.

Until it was enough but it wasn't. 

I wanted her for so long that now having her in my arms, I can't help but explode. She's like a Tsunami to my heart, drowning me in the depths of her body, her scent, her taste. I can feel her all over my body. 

There's a ticklish feeling covering me from head to toe, lingering Olivia's name in the aftertaste of her touch. I need her. My dam of patience has struck its limit and I am downright imploding on her.

Sucking, nibbling, bitting. I bet her lips have gotten swollen but I am not done yet. Fuck, I don't know I'll ever be now that I know how she looks in my arms. Her legs around my waist, my chest pressing her against the wall. It's all intoxicating and I like this drunkness.

 "Oh, god." She moves her lips away to breath and immediately I attack her collarbone, inhaling her scent that has been teasing me for days.

"I know, sweetheart," 

Olivia slants her neck sideways giving me more exposure to her milky skin. I dart my tongue around them and graze my teeth as I feel her whimper underneath me. Slowly, I drag my hand to her butt, softly squeezing them before turning and moving her to the study table. 

Her ass hits the oakwood surface with the same rigor as mine as I throw all the files and pen holders down making space for her. She puts her hand on the table, slightly steadying herself before kissing me again. 

She holds my cheek in an impressively tight yet mellow hold, her thumb brushing my beard as our lips move against each other. Tender at first but then passionate. My tongue glides to hers and welcomes her cherry taste.  The same taste I had a preview of before but couldn't finish the entire film. Now, I making a blockbuster movie with our lips.

Fuck, I can kiss her all day. 

My wife, the person she tries to be during the daytime, the vigilant killer out on a personal mission killing and torturing people is nothing but a facade that I feel slipping from her as of this moment. The years of longing for each other, the empty nights in the bedroom thinking about the other were starting to show in her touches. The starvation we had for each other, her grip against me followed by a sigh and accompanied by moans is proof of just how much we wanted each other.  

"Asher," She sighs when I kiss her behind her earlobe and sucks the tiny bud.

"Hmm, mine," I groan,

She is mine. She has been from the moment she walked down the court five years ago to sign the marriage papers. Bless the lord for making me go there and see her, my father who convinced me to see what my wife would look like, and I arguably said I didn't want to see her but his persuasion finally got my feet to the court and ever since then, I've been starstruck.

How deep I've gotten with my feelings that every stroke of our lips is working like a static current on my body. People say butterflies are warning signals, but I'd say they didn't find chemistry with their partner enough to judge someone who has. 

Butterflies aren't a warning. It's a notification that your other half has found you. Like those buzzing sounds in the phone alerting us of incoming messages. 

I am having all these sorts of incoming messages right now, the sender is Olivia and I am the receiver totally taking advantage of it. 

We removed our lips and stuck our forehead together. I can see how swollen her lips have gotten, those red flush on her cheeks, and closed eyes needing a moment from the running adrenaline. 

"Yeah, I don't think I can kiss anybody now except you," 

My body stiffens, "Sweetheart you're not touching anyone ever except me and kiss? I'll kill each and every one who so much as lands an air kiss at you. So, don't even think about something that'll bring bloodbath to the town,"

I expected her to be taken aback by my words but instead, she laughs. Her shoulders vibrate below me as she wraps her arm around my neck.  "Are you being possessive right now or protective?"

"I think obsessive is the right choice of word here. You're making me crazy, now shut up and let me kiss you," 

She tried to speak but I cut her with another one of our breathless kisses that soon turned to, us roaming our desperate hands in each other's body then tearing open our clothes. 

I quickly pulled my shirt and tore her bra apart. I take a moment to look at her, observe her like this. A smirk hangs near my mouth because I am looking at a meal. The one I've been starving for years. I am going to take my sweet time with it, cherishing each curve, every whimper, and shiver of her. 

Without another second away from her, I nuzzle her stomach, inhaling her before tracing a path from my tongue straight to the middle of her chest. She slants her head backward all the while biting her lower lip from moaning. 

That's not going to happen. I want her screams. In my ear, so loud that the walls around this room get an imprint of her. I softly graze my beard along her skin, knowing she likes it when I do, and kiss the skin around her chest before taking her nipples in my mouth.

 The swollen, creamy flesh works wonders on my tongue. I swirl them around and suck it. 

"Ash," She moans and I grin. Her fingers tighten in my hair, gripping hard as I lick them before flattening her on the table. 

"If things hadn't been how they were, I would've done this on our honeymoon," I say moving down to her legs. "Wouldn't waste fucking five years for it,"

"Make up for it then," she says rising on her elbows,

"So bossy,"

"Someone has to,"

I laugh and pull her to the edge of the table, " And you think it should be you?"

An evil grin hugs her lips as she slowly loosens her legs from my waist and slowly moves them on my hand, tracing my forearms before resting them on my shoulder. "Why? Will it be hard for you to follow my orders?"

I twist my tongue inside my mouth and wrap my fingers around her ankles, shoving her closer to me. I land a quick kiss on her ankle and perk my brows, "What do you want me to do ma'am? Should I touch you like this?" I say stroking a line down the inside of her leg going to her mid-thigh. 

She shivers leaving goosebumps in her wake.

"Or should I go higher and feel how wet you are for me?" To prove it, I press my knuckles on her feminine, feeling the wetness leak from behind. 

Olivia takes a deep breath, her eyes getting darker with lust, "Maybe if I do this you will tell me what exactly you want me to do,"

Her eager eyes assess me as I bring her other foot on my shoulder, kissing the outer layer of her ankle and gently dragging her to me so that her wetness touches my crotch. She gasps feeling the hardness behind my pants. 

"See, what you're responsible for. Now be a good girl and tell me what you want," My teeth graze her skin, following the milky path to her thighs. She gulps as her back arches against my heat. 

"I want exactly what you thought of doing to me in your fantasies, Asher," she says breathlessly before touching my cheeks and bringing me up to face her. I lean my body over her, pressing her under my weight. "Make it real. Your wait, my longing...show me we have all the time in the world with each other and those five years weren't our punishment,"

I look into her eyes. A soft smile touched her lips. So pure, so innocent, so mine I didn't think twice before kissing her and claiming everything we wanted over the years of our broken marriage.