3.2 Beneath My Husband’s Roof

“Gizelle?”

A sharp voice called her from the other side of her door.

She sat up so fast her vision spun, her eyes wide with panic.

Will?

She slammed her laptop shut and shoved the vibrator deep under a pile of pillows. She hurriedly pulled the straps of her dress back up, her fingers fumbling and yanked the duvet up to her chin, concealing her state of undress.

There was another knock on the door. 

“Come in,” she said, trying to sound normal, her voice coming out as a strained croak.

Will entered, looking as devastatingly handsome as he had the day before, dressed in grey sweatpants and a black sleeveless t-shirt.

“Do you need something?” she asked, hoping the flush on her cheeks could be mistaken for sleep.

“Yeah. No one’s home and I’m heading to the home gym. Can you make me a protein shake?” He leaned casually against the doorframe, his gaze sweeping over the room, over her before settling back on her face.

“Sure, no problem,” she replied with a quick nod, desperate for him to leave.

“Were you doing something important?” he inquired, his tone light but his eyes far too perceptive.

“No, no. I was… I…” she stammered, her mind a complete blank, “sleeping,” she finally whispered, the lie sounding pathetic even to her own ears.

“Sleeping,” he repeated, a slow, knowing smirk playing on his lips.

What was that smirk about? Did he know? Could he possibly sense the charged, sexual energy still hanging thick in the air?

“Alright,” he said, pushing off the doorframe. “I’ll be in the gym.” 

He left, closing the door behind him, leaving her heart thumping erratically against her ribs.

It took her a full ten minutes to compose herself enough to get up, shower and change into fresh clothes. She went downstairs, her body still humming with a strange mixture of sated pleasure and fresh anxiety. She prepared his protein shake just as Eleanor had instructed.

She walked down the hallway to the private home gym. The door was ajar.

“Will, your protein shake,” she called out as she entered.

She frowned when she didn’t see him immediately. She walked further in, past the treadmill. Suddenly, she heard a distinct click behind her. She turned to find him standing by the door and her breath hitched. He had removed his t-shirt. His chest was broad and sculpted.

The six-pack she had only imagined was very, very real. A light sheen of sweat glistened on his skin.

“You locked the door,” she noted, her voice unnaturally high.

“Yeah.” His voice was a low rumble. “I didn’t want anyone to disturb us.” 

He began to walk toward her. A jolt of pure adrenaline shot through her. She instinctively stepped back. She gasped as her back bumped into the cool, hard surface of the full-length mirror, trapping her. He closed the distance, placing his hands flat on the mirror on either side of her head, caging her in. His distinctive cologne enveloped her.

“Will,” she stammered, her mind screaming danger even as her body thrummed with anticipation.

“Yeah?” he murmured, his gaze dropping to her lips. 

He slowly, deliberately, tucked a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. The brush of his fingers against her skin sent a shiver down her spine. She closed her eyes, unable to bear the intensity of his stare, yet craving more.

“Will, move,” she said, her voice weak.

She placed her hands on his solid chest to push him away, but the feel of his warm, hard muscle under her palms was her undoing. It was a feeble attempt. He didn’t budge, instead trapping her again, his body now mere inches from hers. She looked up at him in surprise.

His hand rose, and he cupped her jaw, his thumb stroking her cheekbone. His touch was surprisingly gentle, yet it burned.

“Will,” she whispered, a plea and a prayer.

“Shhh,” he silenced her, pressing a finger gently over her lips. He replaced his finger with his thumb, rubbing it slowly, sensually, over the curve of her bottom lip. 

The intimate gesture made her gasp, her lips parting involuntarily.

“Will, we…” she began, her protest dying in her throat as he ran his hands slowly down her arms, then back up.

“We?” he echoed, his voice a husky whisper. He pushed her hair back over her shoulder, his fingers then tracing the line of her collarbone, exposed by her tank top. “Your skin is so soft,” he breathed, leaning in until his cheek was pressed against hers.

The stubble on his jaw was a rough, exquisite friction. She stayed perfectly still, a statue yielding to a master sculptor, letting him continue. Every rational thought fled. All she knew was a single, blazing truth, I want this.

“My lips want to devour it.” His hot breath fanned her ear a second before his lips touched the sensitive skin of her neck.

She froze, then melted. His hands slid up to cradle the nape of her neck as he kissed and sucked the tender flesh. She closed her eyes, a low sigh escaping as she melted into his warm, wet kisses. The sensation was overwhelming. She arched her neck, a silent offering, giving him better access.

“Fuck,” he murmured against her skin, the curse a ragged sound of desire.

His words sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine. She moaned softly as his lips and tongue traced the delicate line of her jaw, then trailed kisses down her neck. She leaned into his touch, craving more. Her hands slid up his chest and around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer.

His hands slid down to her hips, gripping them tightly as he pressed her against him, letting her feel the hard evidence of his desire. His hands slid up her sides, gently massaging her sides as they moved higher. His fingertips grazed the straps of her tank top, teasingly brushing against her bare skin. With a deft movement, he lifted one strap off her shoulder, baring more of her soft flesh to his hungry lips.

She whimpered as he kissed and sucked a path from her collarbone to her shoulder, his mouth hot and wet against her skin. She couldn't help but squirm under his touch, her body aching for more. When his teeth nipped lightly at her shoulder, she gasped and moaned, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through her.

“Ahh,” she moaned softly as his teeth grazed a particularly sensitive spot.

He looked up at her through heavy-lidded eyes, his gaze hot and hungry. "Tell me what you want," he demanded, his voice rough with desire.

"Please," she begged, unable to contain the need growing within her.

"What do you want, baby?" he murmured against her neck, his breath warm and tantalizing. 

She shivered, already knowing the answer. She hesitated, biting her lip. "I...I want you to touch me," she whispered.

He smirked, a wicked glint in his eyes. "Where?" he asked, trailing a finger down her chest, stopping just above her breasts.

"Everywhere," she breathed, her body aching for his touch.

He chuckled, low and deep. "Your wish is my command," he murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to the swell of her breasts.

She gasped, arching into him as he slowly slid the strap of her tank top down, exposing more of her soft flesh. He kissed and licked at the exposed skin, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts through the thin fabric of her top. She moaned, her head falling back against the mirror as he teased and tortured her nipples with his thumbs. 

He rolled and pinched the hardened peaks, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. She squirmed against him, the ache between her thighs growing with every passing second. 

"Please," she whimpered, not even sure what she was begging for.

He seemed to understand though, his hand sliding down her body to slip beneath the waistband of her leggings. She gasped as his fingers brushed over her clothed pussy, the touch electric.

"Fuck," he groaned, feeling how wet she was. "You're so wet for me already."

She blushed, embarrassed by her body's reaction to him. But she couldn't deny how much she wanted him. He didn't hesitate, sliding his hand into her panties to cup her pussy. She moaned, her hips bucking against his hand as he began to stroke her folds.

"You feel so good," he breathed, slipping a finger inside her.

She cried out, her walls clenching around him as he began to pump his finger in and out of her. He added another finger, stretching her, preparing her for him.

"Please," she begged, desperate for more. "I need you inside me."

He growled, a primal sound. "Not yet," he murmured, continuing to stroke and tease her with his fingers.

She whimpered, frustrated and aroused beyond belief. She needed him, needed to feel him inside her, filling her, claiming her.

"Will," she gasped, her hips grinding against his hand. "Please, I can't take it anymore."

He chuckled, the sound dark and wicked. "Patience," he whispered

She surrendered to the feel of his fingers inside her, stroking and teasing her to the edge of madness. She could feel the pressure building inside her, coiling tighter and tighter in her core. She was so close, teetering on the brink of orgasm.

"Come for me," Will demanded, his voice rough with desire. "Let me feel you come on my fingers."

His words pushed her over the edge. She came with a cry, her body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. He continued to stroke and tease her through her orgasm, prolonging her pleasure. When the last tremor subsided, he slowly withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth to lick them clean.

"Delicious," he murmured, his gaze hot and hungry on hers.

She blushed. But she couldn't deny how good it had felt, how much she craved more.

"Will," she whispered, reaching for him.

He caught her hand, bringing it to his lips to press a kiss to her palm. "Not yet," he murmured, shaking his head. "When I take you, I want to savor every inch of you."

She shivered at his words, her body already aching for him again. "When?" she asked, her voice breathy with desire.

They both took a moment to catch their breath. He ran his hands up and down her back, tracing every curve of her spine. She leaned into his touch, moaning softly. He tilted her chin up, his eyes searching hers. She felt her heart race in anticipation of what was to come.

He moved his hands to her hips, pulling her against his erection. He groaned, his lips parting in a sensual smile. She reached down, unable to resist the pull of his arousal. She felt him hard against her palm and she gasped at the intensity of the sensation. She slowly stroked him through his pants, watching as he threw his head back in pleasure.

"Fuck," he growled, pulling back from the kiss. "I need you, baby."

He picked her up effortlessly, cradling her in his strong arms. She looped her legs around his waist, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers. He walked them over to the pile of soft, fluffy towels stacked on the floor. He sat down, carefully placing her on his lap. She straddled him, their hips grinding together in a primal rhythm.

She leaned forward, pressing her breasts against his chest. He groaned, his hands cupping her bottom, lifting her up slightly. She could feel his erection throbbing against her inner thigh and she knew she couldn't wait any longer.

"Take me, Will," she whispered, her voice thick with desire.

“Gizelle!” The voice was sharp, clear, and came from the other side of the locked door. 

Reality crashed down like a bucket of ice water. Gizelle’s eyes flew open. 

Fuck!