3.4 Beneath My Husband’s Roof

“Just give in, sweetheart.”

Will pulled her into another kiss, and this time, there was no hesitation. Gizelle met his fire with her own. She grabbed his hair, pulling him closer, her tongue sweeping into his mouth, tasting, exploring, claiming him as he was claiming her. She was done fighting.

“Feisty! I like it,” he rasped, breaking the kiss only to cover her mouth with his again, this time with a renewed, frantic urgency. 

He grabbed her waist, lifting her slightly to press her more firmly against the refrigerator as she wrapped her legs around his hips. His hands slid down and one came down in a sharp, stinging spank on her backside. The shock of it, mixed with the bolt of pleasure, made her cry out into his mouth and he swallowed the sound, his tongue plunging deeper.

They were a tangle of desperate hands and hungry mouths, one kiss bleeding into the next. It was a battle for dominance, a frantic exchange of touch and taste. Their desire for one another was a living entity in the room, growing with every gasp, every moan, every slide of skin on skin. Neither wanted it to end, but reality was a cold tide waiting to rush in.

Reluctantly, breathlessly, they broke their final kiss, resting their foreheads together, their ragged breaths mingling in the space between them.

“We have to stop,” she panted, the words tasting like ash.

“No, we don’t have to,” he whispered, his lips brushing against hers.

“We can’t,” Gizelle breathed out, but her hands were already moving to the buttons of his shirt, trembling with anticipation.

“Shh, let me take care of you,” Will whispered, capturing her lips in a searing kiss that left them both panting. 

She gasped as Will's hands roamed her body, igniting fires wherever he touched. She arched into him, silently begging for more. His lips trailed down her neck, nibbling and sucking, leaving a trail of hot kisses in their wake.

"Let me see you," he whispered, his fingers already working on the buttons of Gizelle's blouse. "I want to see all of you."

Gizelle shivered at his words, her skin feeling too tight and too hot all at once. She should stop him, she knew she should, but the words wouldn't come. Instead, she found herself helping him. The robe slipped off her shoulders, revealing her black lace bra and matching panties. His eyes darkened with lust as he took in the sight of her, standing nearly naked before him.

"Beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with desire, his lips tracing the curve of her neck, making her gasp. "You're going to be the death of me."

He unhooked her bra with practiced ease, letting it fall to the floor. His hands reached up to cup her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples. She gasped, arching into his touch, her body craving more. Lowering his head, he took one pebbled nipple into his mouth, sucking and nipping gently. 

Gizelle cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. He chuckled against her skin, the vibration sending shivers down her spine, his fingers digging into her hips. His hand slipped between their bodies, his fingers brushing against her panties. He could feel the heat of her, the wetness soaking.

As he lavished attention on her breasts, his hands moved to his trousers, unbuttoning and unzipping them. He pushed them down along with his boxers, freeing his erect manhood. Her eyes widened at the sight. He was big, bigger than she had expected, and the thought of him inside her made her pussy clench with anticipation.

He noticed her reaction and smirked. "Like what you see?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

She nodded, her cheeks flushed with desire. She reached out, wrapping her hand around his thickness, feeling him pulse in her grip. He groaned, his hips bucking forward, seeking more of her touch.

"Fuck! Gizelle," he rasped, his hands tangling in her hair. "I need you," Will growled, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "I can't wait any longer. Are you ready for me?"

She nodded, her breath hitching as she felt him nudge against her. "Yes, please..."

Will's eyes darkened at her words, a smirk playing on his lips. "Say it again," he demanded, his fingers continuing their teasing strokes.

"Please," Gizelle repeated, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly. "I need you, Will."

"Hold on tight," he whispered, his lips brushing against hers.

In one swift motion, he picked her up, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist. He pressed her back against the cool refrigerator door, the contrast of the cold metal against her heated skin making her gasp.

"Shh," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. "We don't want anyone to hear us."

She nodded, biting her lip to keep from moaning as he positioned himself at her entrance. With one hard thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, filling her completely, both of them gasping at the sudden sensation. He started to move, setting a steady rhythm as he thrust into her, each stroke deeper than the last. A silent cry escaped her lips, her nails digging into his shoulders as she adjusted to his size.

"Fuck," he hissed, his forehead pressed against hers. "You're so tight. You feel so good."

Gizelle met his thrusts with her own, her hips rocking against his, taking him as deeply as she could. The sound of their skin slapping against each other echoed in the kitchen, mixing with their panting breaths and muffled moans.

"Harder," Gizelle begged, her nails digging into his back. "I need more."

He obliged, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper, each one hitting her G-spot perfectly, making her see stars. He could feel her climax building, coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust.

"Will..." she whimpered, so close to the edge.

"I've got you, sweetheart," he said, his voice strained. He reached between them, his fingers finding her sensitive nub, rubbing in circles in time with his thrusts.

"I'm so close," she gasped, her head thrown back.

"Come for me," he whispered, his lips pressed against her throat. "Let me feel you."

His words sent her over the edge, her orgasm crashing over her in waves. She cried out, her pussy clenching around him, her nails leaving crescent marks on his skin. She bit down on Will's hand to muffle her scream, her body shuddering with the force of her release.

The feel of her pulsing around him was too much for Will, his thrusts becoming erratic as he neared his climax and with a final thrust, he followed her over the edge, spilling himself deep inside her.

They sank to the floor, still entwined, their ragged breaths mingling in the silence, their bodies slick with sweat. The reality of what they'd done began to seep in, but for the time being, there was only them and the connection they'd shared.

"We shouldn't have..." Gizelle started, her voice small.

“Shh! Meet me here tomorrow. Same time,” he cut her off, moving her knuckle over her spine. 

“Will, no. Tonight was a mistake. We lost control. It can’t happen again. It’s forbidden.” 

The words felt theatrical, but it was the only one that fit.

A dark, thrilling smile touched his lips. “I’ve always had a thing for forbiddens.”

“I won’t be here again. Don’t wait for me.”

“We’ll see.” 

The confidence in his tone was absolute.

She untangled herself from him, her legs feeling like jelly. She pulled her robe closed, retying the sash with trembling fingers, and fled the kitchen without a backward glance.

When she finally went upstairs, the house felt unnervingly silent. Daniel was asleep, peaceful as always, unaware of the storm raging around him.

Gizelle slipped into bed, the mattress dipping slightly. She glanced to the side. She turned over, burying her face in her hands. The scent of Will clung to her skin, her hair, her lips.

Damn!

“What is happening to me? What have I done? I should have fought harder. I should have screamed. If anyone finds out?”

These thoughts scared her. The social ruin, the judgment, the destruction of her carefully built life, it was unthinkable. This wasn’t her. She wasn’t a cheater. She believed in vows, in fidelity.

But the memory of Will’s mouth, his hands played on a loop in her mind. She touched her fingers to her swollen, sensitized lips. Her lips still tingled where Will’s breath had brushed them. Her pulse hadn’t yet slowed. She could still feel the ghost of his possession.

She hated that she couldn’t stop thinking about him, hated the way his voice echoed in her mind long after he’d left the room, hated that even knowing it was wrong, some part of her still wanted to feel that closeness again. She wanted more, she wanted his mouth on every inch of her, she wanted to feel him inside her, filling the emptiness Daniel had created, she wanted this forbidden, illicit thing with a ferocity that terrified her.

After tasting the fire, how could she ever return to the ice of her marriage? She wanted to do all the wicked, delicious things her mind was now conjuring. She could have spent hours just kissing him, learning the landscape of his mouth.

She knew these thoughts were a poison, a path to self-destruction, yet she couldn’t help it. A fresh wave of anger, hot and sharp, rose in her chest.

She turned toward Daniel, sleeping soundly, the man she’d vowed to love. He looked distant even in rest as though his dreams existed in a world where she didn’t belong.

“Damn you, Daniel! This is your fault. You and your cold, untouchable perfection. You pushed me here. Why can’t you just be normal? Why can’t you desire me the same way Will do?” 

She let out a deep, shuddering breath, the fight finally leaving her body, leaving only a grim resolution. She lay back, eyes open to the dark ceiling. Starting tomorrow, it all had to change. She had to build a fortress around herself. She couldn’t let Will take over her again.

Rule 1: Avoid him at all costs.

Rule 2: Do not, under any circumstances, be alone with him.

Rule 3: Stay occupied. Fill every minute with activity. A busy mind can’t wander.

Rule 4: Remember what’s at stake. If he touches you, run away. 

Rule 5: Don’t break any of these rules.

She repeated the list in her head over and over until the rhythm dulled her thoughts into silence. It was a perfect plan. Now all she had to do was find the strength to follow it, while the taste of her brother-in-law still lingered on her tongue, a haunting, delicious promise of everything she couldn’t have.

But as the night stretched on and her heartbeat refused to slow, Gizelle knew the truth she couldn’t admit aloud. It wasn’t Will she feared. It was the part of herself that already wanted to see him again.