Falling For My Husband (British Billionaires) (30 page)

Nor did it help that Stella was now slowly rocking on my hardness. She was discrete about it though—it was slow—so excruciatingly slow that one couldn’t even tell what she was up to.

If this was her way of punishing me, then she was right on point. Even if I wanted to stop her, my dick had missed her bottom. I would rather cut off my finger than part with my woman—yes, she was mine. The second she stepped foot in his yacht, she became mine again.

I gave her chance to run away again—to leave before I got here—because I knew, once I saw her again, there was no going back for either both of us. If she wished me away tomorrow, it wasn’t going to happen.

Stella dipped her foot and it was inevitable that she was going to get soaked. She cannot provoke me and not know the consequences, especially knowing how much I felt for her—
especially knowing that
.

“You’ve missed me.” I observed, stating a fact.

She nodded her head, looking away. “Yeah…”

I suppose I should be grateful to Lindsey for shoving as much alcohol as she could to Stella because it seemed to mellow her down. She was less catty and tense.

Easy to break through her thoughts…

And I know I was going to Hell for this, but I couldn’t not take advantage of this leverage, knowing the kind of desperation I had for her. “I missed you too—so much so that you haven’t left my thoughts since I saw you last.”

I wanted to give her everything—whatever she wanted—and it was killing me…because the uncertainty was beyond me.

But I knew…
that my wife needed to know
… how agonizing it has been for me. “I think I’m falling for you.” The thought alone of leaving her in London took a large part of me, but leaving her knowing that she was dating other men… drove me crazy. I had to do everything to make me forget about her—well, I tried anyway—but it didn’t work. None of it did.

Stella was prominent in my thoughts. It was then I knew…that maybe I have been deluding myself… that maybe I was hiding behind from my past with Zara… making excuses so that I didn’t have to face the truth. Because what was scarier than the truth? They said that truth had the ability to set you free, but for me, it was a shackle to love again. What if she Stella decides to leave me later on?

Or what if she finds that she wanted Clive and not me?
I knew that they met up for coffee a few times. Each time killed me anew.

Stella looked back, lips inches from touching. “
You think?
”

As much I wanted to drown into her gray pools, her lips entranced me more at the moment. “I’m not sure, but I think I am. It sure feels like I am.” And it sure felt like I wanted to get drunk from your lips…

“Oh, Callum… don’t mess with my heart.” She looked away, teary.

Did she not know how much this was costing me? How much it has been killing me to be away from her? For me not to even kiss her right now because I wanted her to come to me because I was insecure… that she might not love me anymore.

When I loved Zara before…before she decided to fuck me over, that woman was my world. I would have stuck by that woman no matter what as long as she was mine. But with Stella, I was willing to anything for her, but I failed to deliver what she had asked me months ago, so she decided to cut me out of her life, hurting me—hurting us—because I thought then that I wasn’t falling for her.

Had she stood by me, waited until my mind wasn’t so confused by all the misery that surrounded me by the loss of my father, his betrayal, Zara’s return and revelations, then thing might have turned differently.

But she chose to set me aside… not fighting for me. The man she claimed to love.

I didn’t know what to make of it… even now. It pained me to have her this close and not know if she still loved me.

Closing my eyes, I buried my face on her neck as I heard moans in the background. I wasn’t sure if that was Lindsey or Emma, but at this instant, I didn’t give a flying fuck because all I wanted was to be with my wife.

Mine. Stella was mine.

“Do you mind if I could feel you?” I grunted out into her ear. “I just want to be inside you. I won’t so anything else… I want to feel your heat surround me.”

My heart sped up as I waited in agonizing vain for her reply.

And when she did, my heart skipped at beat. “Yes, but you have to kiss me first.”

I didn’t need another second to pass to be told what to do. Cradling her cheek as I pulled her back against my chest, I kissed my fate.

It was hell.

It was heaven.

It was a ball of compounding beauty that drowned my soul. Her kiss irrevocably owned me.

And nothing was going to stop me until Stella was mine again.

This was it…

It was the kiss of death, the kiss of life. I was signing over my fate into hers, spiritually locking her with me because there was no way in Hell I was walking away from this. Not now. Not ever.

Once was enough. It was a lesson learned, one I didn’t relish nor plan to revisit.

My fingers were underneath the band of her bikini bottom, right around the crotch, but I didn’t dare wander past the outline of her lips. It was meant to tease us both, but that soon turned into an odd for me because Stella pulled my cock out and started stroking it.

Mind you, my wife was uncaring that there were people around us—doing God knows what. The heated bubbles of the whirlpool jets made it impossible to guess what we were up to, much in my favor.

Not bothering to restraint myself any longer, I held her hip while I pushed her bikini bottom to the side and entered her hot pussy in one slow push.

Her hot wet walls surrounded me, cloaking my length with majestic tightness that made me utter a groan against her lips. When she started to grind her hips. I held her hips to stop.

“No my love. This is all I want. If you want more that this—you have to initiate that yourself in the bedroom,” I whispered, enough for her to hear but not the other gyrating people about.

“Callum…” she pleaded, but I was having none of it.

After five minutes, we kept on kissing as I pulsed within her walls. It had been too long and I could easily combust even without any rocking motion, but I wanted my first orgasm from Stella’s initiation.

She wanted me, I knew from the desperation she had in her voice. But the question was, was she desperate enough to throw in her doubts and love me with no holds barred?

~C~

After the intense kissing war we had with out lips and tongues in the jacuzzi, I had to withdraw fifteen minutes later, because I was truly—excruciatingly—having the most difficult time not to finish her there, right for everyone to see. So it was for the best that I didn’t tempt fate and withdrew from her moistened heat.

Much to Stella’s dismay. “Damn you, Cal.”

It was time, bloody fucking time to test the waters. “You’re staying with me for the entire time. I won’t have it any other way.” I announced before I took her hand and pulled us out of the water.

Not bothering to look at anyone else, I took us downstairs, back into my room.

As instructed, her belongings were in the closet as I asked the crewmembers earlier. “Your things are all unpacked in the closet. You can go ahead and use the shower first. I’ll go ahead and check some business while I wait for my turn.” I addressed, but I avoided locking gazes with her, because I was nervous. On top of that, I was already having a hard time fighting myself not to throw her on top of the bed and fuck us both senseless.

“You sure? I don’t mind if you go first.” She moved a few steps, and then halted. Unsure.

I merely nodded as I watched her bikini clad body retreat into the bathroom. A long awaited sigh came from me the second the door closed.

What if she decides not to do anything? After all, I didn’t really tell her the words
I love you
…

Twenty minutes later, she emerged with a skimpy see-through sleepwear that ended right around the curve of her butt with a little underwear on.

I bolted right into the shower like a retreating fool. If she was meant to tease and torture me all night long, I had no one to blame but myself. But as much as I wanted her body, I craved her soul so much more. Without that, possessing her body wouldn’t be as meaningful.

I wanted forever…
and for me to get to where I wanted us to be, I needed my woman to come to me.

Doubts awash me as I took a shower.

Forlorn, I came out of the bathroom, heading towards the closet when I heard Stella.

“Callum?”

I looked up, eyes landing on her.

The moon from the window basked her aglow. Nothing—and no one looked more beautiful then, stealing my breath as she watched me. Pensive.

All reason…
all meaning
… all that I was completely left me when I saw her slowly come to me, eyeing me with naked hunger. Once she reached me, she paused, eyes roving all over me. “How much do you want me?”

Eyes hooded with desire, I pierced into her eyes. “
Dying
—I’m dying for you,” I rasped out, baring my all. 

“Enough to promise me that you’ll always be mine?” She dared ask as she came close, nose barely touching my neck as she tip toed and inhaled me—like how I used to do it with her. “Is this a smell of a man who is willing to be with me?”

The temperature in the room was cool, but I was sweating buckets. Stella…
in control
… was the sexiest thing I had ever seen, I was utterly rendered thoughtless—
speechless
.

A groan rumbled from my chest when her finger played with the edge of the towel that was loosely wrapped around my hips, costing me ten years of my life.

“Have you stroked yourself thinking of me, my love?” she asked, finger teasing me to oblivion.

Everyday. Every night.  “In the shower, every time, without fail.”

She purred at that, nipples hardening before my very eyes. My tongue gathered saliva as if those pebbled buds were already in my lips, tasting them.

“Did you touch yourself just now when you showered while I was out here thinking about you?”

When I said
without fail
. I meant. Without. Fail.
Ever
. “Yes.”

With a quick tug, she had my towel pooling around my feet. Without glancing at my throbbing shaft, I simply focused on her face, burning her into my memory.

“
Is this
how you do it husband?” Innocent eyes stared back at me as her hands wrapped around my length, leisurely stroking it up and down, hardening me until I was blue and purple.

“Yes.” I became a one-word utter sap. Enthralled and hypnotized by the spellbinding sensations my wife was bestowing me, but most of all, the empowered look she had simply engulfed my senses.

How I want you Stella…
how I bloody fucking want you
, I yearned some more as I watched in vain…

Waiting.

Still.

“What do you think about when you touch yourself thinking about me, Callum?” Stella asked, biting her lip before she upped her audacity. “Do you ever think about me… doing this?” She was on her knees, as I watched with fascination as her mouth took me whole.

Fuck me.

I was glued, watching her pleasure me, but when I thought I couldn’t handle any more of it, I pulled her to her feet before I took her to bed, throwing myself above her.

She finally came to me…

The heady recognition of what that meant held me captive. “Am I still in your heart, Stella?”

“Always.” She kissed me gently. “I’m yours… even if I didn’t wished to be.”

Did she still wish not to be mine? Her words hung above my head as I kissed her back.

“Tell me you love me, Stella.” I begged as I ripped her sheer nightwear off, before I ripped her underwear into smithereens. “I need to hear you keep saying it.”

The animal in me was seizing my entirety. The need to mate and be with my woman was beyond primal.

“I love you, Callum.” She writhed against my cock, clasping her legs behind my back. “Make me yours. Show me how much you’ve missed me my love.”

Snap
.

Something broke, like a blasted damn, and everything became a blur as I made love to my woman.

~C~

It was after the second time we made love when Stella rolled atop me, kissing my face, when her curiosity got to her. “So, where are you’re dates?”

I studied her face, before responding to her with honesty. “Well, I sent them away.” My arms wrapped around her hips, before I rolled her onto her back.

“Right.”

I kissed her some more. “Very right.” This felt right… there were no other words for it.

“How many women have you shagged since me?”

That broke our connected lips, as I peered into her face, wondering. “Is this a question you really want me to answer to?”