Brianna gets off in fifty minutes. Until then, I have no idea what to do with myself. I should return home to my wife but there’s no guarantee I’ll be willing to leave when it’s time to pick Brianna for the meetup.
Thinking of the devil, my phone vibrates on my desk. Vincent’s name appears on my screen and a text pops in. He wants to be sure we are still up for today. I mean, I don’t want it but it has to happen. Not for his sake but Brianna’s. She’s aware El isn’t her mother, I think she is because I mentioned it a few times.
Elbows propped on the desk, I clasp my hands behind my neck. My eyes water from staring hard at my screen, the words blur and I hit send on the short text before I change my mind. My stomach growls. I haven’t had anything to eat all day. For someone who complained about his wife’s feeding, I am doing a terrible job of taking care of myself.
A peek at my wristwatch and my intestines knot. It’s past twelve. I am starving. I make to stand but drop back into my seat at the wave of headache that hits me. Two fingers press to my temple in a circular motion, my eyes roll back and the headache gradually recedes. Forty more minutes until I have to leave.
The door pushes open after a knock and my head jerks up in alarm. Ed always waits for me to usher him in or notifies me if I have a visitor. I jump to my feet, half-lazy to walk to the door to find out the person behind it. My beautiful wife sashays inside with a smile too big for me to be mad at her for stepping out.
Oh, my. She’s so pretty even with a bare face. I meet her halfway across the office and sweep her off her feet. She yelps, almost dropping her bag. My nose rubs against hers. “I told you to stay at home.”
El pouts. “I know. I was missing you.” Colour rises to my cheeks. “Aw, my baby is blushing.”
No, I’m not. I carry her to my seat and hoist her on my lap. After getting comfortable, she creates space on the table for her bag. El cups my face and presses her lips against mine. Her tongue pushes past my lips, tangling with mine in a hot, urgent kiss that leaves both of us gasping for air. She pulls away first, lips swollen. My fingertips caress her mouth, I push a finger inside and El sucks it to the middle knuckle.
“You didn’t eat before leaving,” El states. How does she know that? She loosens my tie and unbuttons my shirt, running her hands over my chest. “Lydia told me so I had to bring you food.” My heart calms at her smile, she cocks her head and her eyes scroll over my body. “Are you mad at me for coming out?”
I shake my head and it earns me a quick kiss. She readjusts on my legs and I slide an arm around her. An aroma wafts into the air as she opens the flask, she retrieves a spoon and feeds me.
“How is work?”
“Fine.” She feeds me another spoon of rice, kisses me almost immediately, then continues. I plant a kiss on her temple and she grins sheepishly. Eyes shining with love and gratitude, she reciprocates with a kiss to the corner of my lips. “Almost done with the project El.” It will be a great success. I know it. I can feel it. We are about to do something big, something new. I breathe in her scent. “Launch is in a few weeks.”
“Nice,” El says as her lips close around my spoon.
She hasn’t mentioned her fashion line. It’s one of the things I hope to talk about tonight. Part of me feels she’s avoiding the subject because of T. I don’t want talks of him to put a strain on our relationship but as long as they remain friends, there will be a strain.
The back of my palm presses to her forehead. She’s warm. “How do you feel now?”
“Much better,” El answers.
The meal finishes and she offers me a bottle of water. I take a big gulp and release a content sigh. My wife brought me lunch, today cannot get any better. Her melodious laughter mocks my reaction, a calm spreads through me and I hug her tight. It’s one of the little things I missed. Having a wife who surprises me with lunch at the office or forces me to take a lunch bag.
“I love you, Elna.” My words are directed at her but my gaze is fixated on the door. “I love you so much.”
Weaving her fingers into my beard, she places a kiss on my jaw. “I love you more, Brandon.” Holding my gaze captive, she says, “Can we talk now? The suspense is killing me. Don’t think I can wait until later.”
Me too. But Brianna’s session ends in a few minutes. I push my hand inside her gown, her breathing slows as my fingers trail her inner thighs and she opens her legs. She undoes my buttons, rubs my nipples between her fingers and a moan lodges in my chest. My dick rouses awake and she palms my erection.
“No. Not yet. We can’t talk now.” My voice comes out strangled as she squeezes a nipple. Her chest falls in defeat, I try to upturn her frown by saying, “I have to be somewhere with Brianna. It’s almost time.”
El stands only for a few minutes so she can straddle me. Her breath fans my face. “Where?”
Her head rears back when I don’t provide an answer. She stops her ministrations on my chest and I swallow the lump that quickly forms. There’s so much to tell her. So many truths to reveal. I need to be sure she’s with me for good. I squeeze her ass and a moan escapes her, she bites her lips and whimpers.
“I’ll tell you later. When we get back.” Her throat moves as she gulps hard. “I need to take care of a few things first,” I add, mostly for her sake. I don’t want her to doubt herself. “We will discuss everything.”
Doubts creep into her eyes, El rolls a corner of her lips between her teeth. She wants to say something but she doesn’t. Curiosity nips me but I wait for her. I brush her hair back and a finger lingers on her lips.
“You promise you’re not mad at me for coming out?” She inhales. “I just missed you and I...”
A heavy sigh slips from her, she looks away. I trace the neckline of her gown, take a clothed nipple into my mouth. Her fingers sink into my hair, she rotates her waist so slowly and I almost cum in my briefs.
“Promise.” Shoving the files on my desk to the floor, I lower El to the table and stand between her legs. “I’m not mad.” I lean forward to kiss her, my fingers inch closer to her core and I smirk. “No panties?” She shakes her head. I spread her legs wider, already pulling down my slacks. “You up for a quickie?”
Her head bobs too fast. I chuckle and her gaze lowers like it always does when she grows shy. My head lowers for me to capture her lips in a kiss, I cup one breast and the twitching in my groin intensifies.
“Brandon...” she breathes out, lashes fluttering. Her voice does so many things to my body. To my dick. Bunching her gown at her waist, I tease her entrance with my erection and she sneers. “Baby. Stop.”
We don’t engage in any foreplay, my dick slides right into her warmth. Satisfied grunts tunnel out of our mouths, El’s legs wrap around my waist and her hips jerk forward to match my thrusts. Her fingers sink into my shoulders, her head rolls back as my cock pumps into her core. I intertwine our fingers above her head and slow my pace to meet hers. Her brown eyes meet mine and my heart overflows with love.
For some reason, tears rush to the surface of my eyes. “I love you, Elna.” Her eyes soften, she palms my face and kisses me softly. So softly my whole body thrums. Our foreheads touch when we break apart, a cry tears out of her lips at my thrust. “I don’t want us to fight anymore. I don’t want us to be apart.” A tear trails down the corner of her eyes, she manages a nod and I continue thrusting into her. “I’m close.”
“Wait.” With a grunt, my hands settle on each side of her head. The veins in my foreheads threaten to pop, I grit my teeth as she untangles herself from me. She pushes away from me. “Do it in my mouth.”
With all pleasure. “Are you sure?”
El gets on her knees before me, her face is on the same level of my pulsing erection. “Yes. Please.”
My cock jerks in approval. Her lips part and I spurt my seed into her mouth. She hums, taking everything in. I collapse to the chair and she climbs on my lap.
Nestling her head into the crook of my neck, she whispers, “I love you too, Brandon. And I don’t want to ever break up.” Her hands tremble as she takes mine in hers. “I don’t want to be a flight or flee woman, Brandon.” A pang of guilt hits me, her voice catches. El brings my hand to her chest, above her racing heart. Sincerity colours her voice when she adds, “I want to be here for you whenever you need me.”
The urgency to have the conversation grows stronger. I press another kiss to her lips.
“When I get back,” I say, eyes locked on hers. She gives a subtle nod. “We will talk about everything.”