A Mistake

FINAL

Hands pinned above my head, legs splayed wide open, and not to mention naked from head to toes, I look like a sacrifice for sacred ceremony. If I'd be honest with myself, this is what I've been waiting for. Sex is like some sort of connection, soul-to-soul language I've developed with James. I feel like a piece of me is returned when he's inside of me and I don't want him to ever leave me again.

I glance down at my husband's dark head in my breast. He's been spending ten maddening minutes nursing my nipples as if he can't get enough of them. At my body change, his excitement is quadrupled. I never thought he'd go to this extent, worshiping me like I'm a Goddess.

After sending Lauren out with his black card and a driver, James practically tore off my clothes before we made it to the bedroom. Holy mortifying. Imagine if there was someone else in the house.

I shift so that my legs circle around his waist. To my utter frustration, James is very careful this time to not let his weight bore down onto mine. I miss our skin-to-skin closeness. If I could, I'd have crawled inside his skin and stay like that forever.

"Ah!" My back arches off the bed when he pinches the tip of my breast with his lips.

James pulls away to see his handiwork. "They are red like cherries."

I blush right to the tip of my toes. Still unable to move since his hip pins me down to the bed, I wiggle my bottom and satisfied when he clenches his jaw tightly.

"Please." I lift my hips invitingly.

He let go of my hands and leans his forearms on either side of my head. I feel really conscious with the way he stares at me. I press my lips tight in case they blurt out stupid things. Something has changed between us. I can feel it in his touch, in his kisses, even in his smile. I think it's a matter of time until either of us surrender to this feeling.

His hands sneak down to my back and he turns us swiftly so that he sits down on the bed with me straddling him.

"It's to protect the baby." James says at my questioning look.

I loop my arms around his neck and hold on tight as I rise to my knees before slowly sink down. All the time, our gaze is locked. I can feel the sensation straight to my bones.

"Slowly, okay."

Bossy much, huh? But I still do as he told, riding him slow and easy all the while letting him kiss my neck, my collarbone, and my breasts. Besides, we have all the time in the world for hard and fast.

The orgasm catches me off guard, still as intense as usual. It's spreading from the low of my belly, through the blood in my veins until I'm trembling from head to toes. That when I realize that I've been crying as well. James' hands cup my cheeks tenderly before he, as well, succumbs to the pleasure of our union.

"Don't cry." His voice is rough on my ears, full of emotions and affection.

My sob breaks and I clutch him tightly while burying my face in the crook of his neck. Before, I could love him without needing him to love me back in return. Now, I'm not sure anymore. I'd die if he doesn't return my love.

"What is it, Love?"

Hands trembling, I gather all the courage left in me. As I pull away, I see the concern in his brown eyes. We're still joined, skin-to-skin, bare as the day we were born, and there will be nothing more perfect than this moment to declare my love for him. His hands cup my jaws and I cover his with my hands.

"I love you."

James stares at me, stunned. I can feel his body has frozen over like a statue. Tears sting the back of my eyes. He's not going to say it back to me. It makes me want to crawl into a hole and never coming out till the breath leaves my body. If only I could. James' hands on my face is like iron bands. They are firmly holding me in place without completely hurting me.