Chapter 4

Lauren's Pov

I was wet, my juices flowing onto his fingers as he thrust further into me, but the ride didn't last long. My body was already trembling with the aftermath of his touch, and before I could finally catch my breath, the car had stopped in front of a tall glass building which shimmered against the night sky.

He didn't wait to be told, his strong arms swooped me up like I weighed nothing, and I clung to him, my lips trailed along his neck as he carried me past the lobby. I couldn’t help but notice the curious eyes of the staff, trailing after us straight into the elevator. 

The moment the elevator door closed, he slowly set my feet onto the floor, lowering his head and burying it underneath my legs. I couldn’t help but let out a large gasp for air, as I felt his tongue ruin the little part of stability I had left–my fingers digged into his hair, but by the time we reached his penthouse I was already at peak.

My dress slipped from my shoulders, dropping down over my feet the second the door shut behind us. He pressed me against the wall, his mouth devouring mine, and I gave in –completely, shamelessly.

He slowly slipped onto my neck– I let out a moan, as his fingers clutched upon my nipple.

“Fuck..” He whispered over my ears, he lifted me onto the sofa, his gaze never left mine as his tongue traced down to my clit, and his fingers resumed on my breast.

I swear I couldn't feel my legs the moment his head submerged from underneath me. He stood up, lifting me up into the room.

I could feel his cock throb from his trousers, his eyes glittered underneath the lights as I fell onto my knees and unbuckled his belt.

Was I really doing this? 

My eyes widened, the moment it was let out of the bag– the veins around it were pulsating, I stroked it as I nudged it over my fingers–watching it dangle in its glory.

He didn't have to say a word, neither did I–it was a night of pleasure and fantasies coming to life.

My tongue tasted the tip of cock, swerving its salty precum over my saliva as I took him in. He was large, different from my husband's–if I could recall from our wedding night which was a sham.

His hands slowly traced down to the back of my head as he slammed his cock over my toungue–I could feel the drop of tears over the corner of my eyes–I loved it.

His moans became louder by the second as he pumped his juices into my mouth, the warm cum jittered down my throat and onto my breast as he slipped out of my mouth.

He carefully raised me off the floor, turned me around as he slid into me–my moan was intense, he was big, my eyes widened as I felt the tip welcomed into me.

“Damn, you are tight…” He muttered. 

My mind narrowed, as his hands clutched my breast and he slammed into me fully–

That night, I gave in my all–forgetting who the fuck I really was–neither a wife, nor was I the lady whose husband had turned her down in the last minute.

He owned every part of my body that night—I was finally alive, burning with want as I gasped for air– we did it over and over again till the city outside blurred into nothing.

—-

The morning lights spilled through the curtains–finally waking me up. I woke up with a banging bodyache as I tried recalling my acts of last night, my face turned red from the flashbacks, the sheets were cool against my skin and for a moment there I had no sign of regret.

I had hardly noticed his absence, but was drawn to it by the tray of breakfast by the bed side. It was perfectly arranged with fruits, croissants, coffee and beside it laid a folded note, written in a bold neat handwriting.

“Don’t leave. I'll be back soon.”

My lips trembled into a smile,I pressed the note against my chest, as my once red face felt like it was burning up already. That was when my phone buzzed.

“Vivian,” I muttered, already dreading the call.

I swiped to answer, and her voice burst through the speaker, with so much mischief underneath it.

“Sooo… Mrs. Perfect wife… how was last night? And don't you dare tell me nothing happened.”

“Viv–” I stammered , sitting up quickly, tugging the sheet over my chest.

“Oh–my–God, you did it! I can hear it in your” she laughed. “You sound like a girl who just discovered what sex really is.”

“Stop it Vivian, I don't want to talk about this.” My face burned, just from the thoughts from the elevator.

“Don’t act shy now. I know I told you to let loose, and I am so glad you did. You are welcome.” She laughed harder.

I thought I could handle her teasing–but a part of me couldn't help but judge my act–guilt slowly crept in behind her words as my husband's face flickered in my mind, the vows I had taken and the years which I had promised to be loyal. My chest ached, and for a second , the weight of what I had done pressed hard against me 

I was about to tell Vivian she was wrong, that It had been a mistake–or maybe switching the blame unto the Alcohol I had taken last night, and I wanted to swear I was never going to happen again–

Just then the door clicked open.

I froze, ending the call immediately.

He walked in, seeing him in broad daylight made me realize it wasn't just the alcohol–I had fallen for this stranger in just a glance. He was tall, confident and in his hand was a bouquet of fresh flowers . His eyes locked onto mine and guess what? My heart betrayed me again–it jerked so hard I forgot to breathe.

Before I could say a word, he had already crossed the room in long strides as he pressed his lips against mine. The flowers were beautiful, but I didn't have the second to admire them as his hand cradled the back of my neck.

The guilt slipped away, and just like that– I didn't feel it anymore.

I kissed him back, desperately–like I needed him more than the air I was meant to be breathing.

The tray of my untouched breakfast shifted to the floor as he pushed me down gently into the soft pillows. This time, It wasn't the kind of wild frenzy of last night–it was slower, and deeper like he was memorising every inch of my body. His lips burned a trail down my skin, as his touch made me arch against him, and then I realized with a shiver—I was already addicted.

And I never wanted it to end.