24. Chris

“Damn it!” I hear Giannas voice as I walk into the living room after a long day at work. I hear the clangs of pots, and its enough for me to know that shes in the kitchen.

Feeling worried, I rush inside the kitchen to find her at the sink with her right hand drawn out under the running tap.

She smiles when she sees me. “Hi, Love.”

My heart somersaults in my chest at the use of the endearment. I can never get used to her calling me that.

I walk closer to her, eyes scanning the mess in the kitchen. There are used pots scattered around and plates. Several ingredients are strewn everywhere.

“What happened?”

She pouts, looking cute. “I touched the hot pot with my bare hands without thinking.”

I reach over to her wrist and gently pull her hand out of the water. I frown at the now pinkish burn and gently put it back under the stream of cold water.

I stare back at her while she blushes. “Why are you here when you should be resting? Where is the cook?”

“I told her to rest.”

“Why?”

She shrugs. “Because I wanted to cook for you. I wanted to do something nice for you, and this happened.” She points to the mess in the kitchen.

My heart melts, and I tuck a stray hair behind her ear. I smile. “What am I gonna do with you?”

She turns off the tap and fully turns to look at me. She tugs at my tie with her other hand. “Maybe make love to me.”

My eyes twitch. “Babe! You cant just say that!”

“Why not?” she whines. “You havent touched me in almost two months.”

I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. Im shocked that shes keeping count of it.

“No, its my turn to talk,” she continues. I close my mouth and lean against the sink. “Do you know how hard it is to live with a man who wont even touch you? Am I no longer attractive to you? Are you tired of me?”

I blink in confusion, wondering if I heard her right. “What are you on about?” But shes deadly serious and almost on the brink of tears.

“Just tell me that you dont love me anymore, and I will get out of your life. Its that simple.”

I pull her into an embrace. “Youre perfect Gianna. The most perfect woman Ive ever met. Perfect for me. I cant ever be tired of you because I love you, and I will always love you until my last breath.”

She pulls out of the embrace to look at me. The hurt is evident in her eyes, and it makes me feel like an asshole for not noticing it sooner.

“Then why wont you touch me? The other day, you ran out of the bathroom just because you saw me naked. Why?”

“Im doing it all for you. I ran before I could lose control.”

She frowns, “I dont understand.”

“You are still healing, babe. You still have wounds, and you flinch sometimes when I touch you. How can I sleep with you when you are still healing?”

“But Im okay now. You wont even let me do anything around the house.”

I take her burned hand in my own. “This is why… I cant bear to see you hurt.”

She huffs. “I just wanted to surprise you.”

I smile amusedly at her. “Oh, your plan worked because I was surprised. I still am.”

I gently let go of her wrist and head to the bathroom. “I will be right back. Wait here.” I get the first aid box from under the sink.

“Please sit.” She hesitantly sits, earning a smile of approval from me. I wrap my fingers gently around her wrist and apply ointment to the burn. I then wrap it with a bandage.

I look up only to meet her endeared eyes on me. She smirks. “Theres a saying that if you kiss wounds, they will heal faster,”

I raise an eyebrow and tease her. “Is that a saying or you just made it up?”

“I swear theres a saying like that.”

I press a kiss on her bandaged hand, shutting her up. I guess she wasnt really expecting me to do it. Little does she know that shes got me wrapped around her little finger.

I stand and get a glass of water and some painkillers which I give her. She obediently takes the medicine. She starts wiggling her feet.

“Can you carry me to the room? My feet hurt.”

“Sure,” I stand and scoop her up gently in my arms. She buried her face in my neck, and the scent of strawberries and coconut from her shampoo melted my insides. She breathes into my neck, and I shudder.

She draws back to look at me, eyes dilating. “You smell so good.”

I carry her upstairs to our room and gently place her on the bed. I sit next to her and place her feet on my lap.

With my fingers caressing her feet, I ask. “Where does it hurt?”

“Everywhere,” she whispers, sending blood rushing to my groin. Its as if she knows what shes doing. She knows the effect she has on me.

I shake my head of the dirty thoughts and start to massage her feet. She lets out little moans at my ministrations, driving me insane. I stop massaging her and cross my arms.

My eyes narrow at her, “Gianna… what are you doing?”

She shrugs. “I’m not doing anything,” she says with a small smirk on her face.

It is then I notice that my large, oversized graphic t-shirt that she has on has ridden up her thighs, barely covering her hips.

Her scars have faded, barely visible. My restraints are crumbling by the second, my eyes running down her smooth thighs. I bite my lips and shift uneasily on the bed.

My eyes snap up to meet hers.

I should back away. I should leave. Shes still recovering. The doctor said she shouldnt do any strenuous work, but I find that I cant move.

She shifts closer, her legs sliding over my growing bulge. She tugs at my tie and loosens it. “You must be so stressed.”

The heat between us is palpable, and the air is so intense I can almost feel it. We are only inches apart, and a fire burns in my stomach.

Her fingers trace over my bulge, and I suck in a breath. My eyes glaze over at her actions. “Wha—what are you doing?”

“I want to take care of you. Will you let me?” she asks, softly kissing my bottom lip to snap me out of my daze.

I can only dumbly nod as she withdraws from me and stands. She pushes me back on the bed. Her eyes fill with lust. Its sexy watching her take control and my cock keeps twitching uncontrollably in my pants in response.

She makes quick work of unzipping my pants with utmost concentration. I would have laughed at how concentrated she was if I wasnt so horny.

I lift my hips, and she slowly drags my pants and boxers down. She licks her lips, causing my cock to twitch against her hand, oozing with precum. She chuckles and gives me a lazy stroke.

She keeps her eyes on me as she leans toward my length and lets her tongue gently graze the tip of my cock. My cock twitches and bobs in anticipation.

Her tongue wraps around the ridge of the head. She sucks my precum. Neither of us speaks as her lips wrap tightly around my long, hard shaft.

The room is soon filled with the wet sounds of slurps and licks and swallows. She keeps her eyes locked on me, smiling and watching my face as I grunt.

I tilt my head back in ecstasy, my hips bucking wildly. She pulls me deeper into her mouth, not letting a single drop go to waste. Her throat bulges as she swallows down my cum.

My whole body smolders with pleasure. She quickly crawls over me, and I swallow thickly, my eyes shining with curiosity on what her next move would be.

No matter how much I want to flip her over and fuck her senselessly, I let her go at her own pace.

I need you, she says, meeting my gaze as she draws in a gasping breath. She palms me, eyes laced with lust.

“Whatever you need.”

Straddling me, she adjusts and lowers herself onto my hardness in one movement until shes completely seated. A long, low groan falls from her lips as she buries her face in my throat.

Waves of pleasure rush through me, and I bite down on my lower lip to suppress a groan. She starts to grind her hips against mine, stimulating herself against me. She wraps her hands around my shoulders and starts to lift herself up.

If Im to be honest, seeing her like this is fucking hot. Its one of the sexiest things I have ever seen.

“Fuck,” I yell, my hand immediately flying to her hip to help guide her movements.

I palm her nipple with my other hand, pinching and massaging it. I suck hard on her neck, nipping and making sure I mark her as mine.

She leans down and kisses me. My hand slides into her curls and tug hard enough to sting. I start to fuck into her, swallowing every whimper that leaves her throat.

“Does it feel good?” She moans out.

I hum in response. I suck on her breasts like a man starved. She arches into me, and I thrust up deeper.

“Chris,” she gasps.

Tired of the angle, I lift her off me, causing us both to wince. I flip her over onto the bed and climb over her.

I hold my cock and guide it to wet her cunt. Her tight hole grips around me in the most delicious of ways as I bottom out.

As I thrust, I look down at her, gauging her every expression. “You okay, babe?” She lets out a whimper in response, gripping the sheets hard and blushing furiously. Seeing that shes more than okay, I slam hard into her, unable to restrain myself any longer.

The movement of our hips makes a different kind of music thats pleasant to my ears. I cant help but stare into her eyes as I fuck her hard, trying to ingrain her into the deepest part of my brain.

The headboard keeps on hitting the wall with every thrust I give her. Her breasts are bouncing.

Her inner walls rhythmically squeeze around me, becoming tighter with every brutal thrust. It signals her soon-coming orgasm.

Wanting us to climax at the same time, I pick up speed. Thrusting in and out of her as fast and as hard as I can.

I capture her mouth, needing to taste her lips more than anything. My balls tighten, and my cock grows so hard it aches.

It doesnt take long before her eyes roll to the back of her head as she climaxes. I chase my own pleasure till my breathing becomes ragged and my hips stutter.

“Holy shit,” I pant as I come down from my high. I rest my head between her breasts, catching my breath. She gently runs her hand through my hair.

I can hear her heart beating just as erratically as mine. None of us says a word to each other, too drained to talk.

It isnt until we are lying in bed, fresh sheets and clean bodies, that Gianna starts laughing.

I turn to look at her, still feeling the after-effects of my orgasm. “Whats so funny?”

“Its just how exhausted you are.”

I tug her closer to myself. “Well, I was exhausted from work when a mischievous woman tricked me into bed.”

She playfully flicks my nose. “I didnt see you resisting me. If I had known you would be this easy, I would have seduced you earlier.”

“Try seducing a man who has been sexually starved for months and see if he wont cave.”

“Oh, do you mean I should try that with another man? On it then.”

She moves to leave the bed, but I grab her hand, pulling her back into the bed. “Dont you even joke.”

She laughs. “I wouldnt. You are more than enough for me.”

“I know.” I lean up on my elbows to peck her lips.

“Someone cant get enough of me.” She teases with a proud smile.

“You mean the world to me. I really love where we are right now. But change is exciting and healthy. I think its time we go through a major change.”

She frowns and sits up. “Why are you suddenly serious? What change are you talking about?”

“I really, really suck at this. But going by what happened to you, Ive learned that time really waits for no one. And I cant keep waiting for the right time because theres none. Im the one who has to make the time right with my actions.”

Judging by the look on her face, she has no idea where I’m going with this. “Now you are scaring me, Love.”

“Thats not my intention. I hope I wont scare you away with what Im about to do.”

Im going about this all wrong. I had planned to do this in a more romantic setting not on the bed after an evening of passion. But it feels right, and theres no going back now. I hold her by the arms and settle her on the bed. “Why dont you just lie down and close your eyes?”

She scrunches her eyebrows.

“Dont you trust me?” I ask.

“I do, but you are weird right now.”

“Just trust me.” She sighs and finally closes her eyes.

I keep my eyes on her as I reach for the bedside drawer and take out the ring box. I trace my fingers from her collarbone down to her breasts, teasing her nipples with my fingers.

She moans but keeps her eyes closed. “If you want to go for another round, all you need to do is ask.”

I place the ring on her sternum.

“Whats that?” She opens her eyes and slightly looks down at herself. She blinks, looks at me before sitting up. The ring falls on her lap at her sudden movement.

I take the ring from her lap.

“I lost you once and that taught me the lesson that I dont ever want to lose you. I dont care if we have only been officially together for two months, or less or more. I just want to make you officially mine. I have only one question for you now.”

Shes been silent all through, just staring at me with teary eyes.

“Marry me? Marry me and complete me. Marry me, and I will be yours completely, wholly, and officially. Just as you will be mine for the rest of our lives. Marry me, Gianna, and make me the happiest man on earth.”

The rest of my words are cut off by her launching herself on me, almost causing me to fall off the bed. She plants kisses all over my face.

“You havent answered my question,” I manage to say between kisses.

She stops kissing my face and draws back to look at me, her face radiating with happiness. If I had any doubts about her rejecting my proposal, they are all gone now.

“Do I even have to say anything? What else would my answer be? Yes. Yes, yes, yes! I will marry you, Chris White.”

I happily slip the ring onto her finger. “You dont know how happy youve made me.”

“You’re home to me,” she says.

“Thank you for letting me love you.”

It’s power taken but also given, an exchange where I do as she wants and feel both powerful and incredibly vulnerable in return. Submitting and giving the whole of myself to the woman I love the most in the world.

Epilogue – Gianna

Seven years later

Standing by the doorway, I fondly watch my kids play together in the living room. Six-year-olds Bella and Damien, the identical twins, are the loudest in the room as they play a video game on the TV, occasionally pushing each other playfully.

Meanwhile, four-year-old Tasha is trying to entertain her one-year-old brother, Sam, by dancing weirdly, earning giggles from my baby.

None of them are aware that Im home, too engrossed with their tasks to notice me.

Their father is nowhere in sight. I guess he needed a break. No matter how much we love our kids, they are a handful.

I walk into the living room and drop my bag on the floor.

I clap my hands, earning their attention.

“Mommy!”

The twins jump up from their position on the floor and run to hug me. Tasha is not far behind as she hugs my legs.

“Calm down babies. Mommy is home. Im not going anywhere.” They dont stop embracing me.

I lift Tasha up in my arms, earning a bright smile from her. “Did you miss Mommy that much?”

She nods and buries her face in my neck. “Yes.”

“Okay, Im here now. And if you guys want your goodies, you will have to let me go, okay?”

“Okay,” the twins echo and turn to each other, frowning.

“You are copying me,” Bella complains and slaps Damien.

Damien pouts, eyes teary. “Mommy, she slapped me.”

Im back to the chaos. I place a reluctant Tasha on the ground and hold Bella by the hand.

“Bella, how many times have I told you to stop hitting your brother?”

“He copied me!” she whines, stomping her legs.

“You are twins. Of course you will be in sync. Plus, that doesnt mean you can slap him. How would you feel if he had done the same to you?” She pouts, looking sorry. “Now apologize to your brother.”

“Im sorry,” she wipes his tears, and he embraces her.

“Its okay. Lets not fight anymore.” I melt at the scene.

“Babe? You are back?” I hear my husbands surprised voice and look up to see him donning an apron over his pajamas. The apron is smeared with white powder. He holds the baby formula in his hand gaping at me.

“You said you were coming back tomorrow,” he says, still shocked.

I smirk and stand. “You are not the only one who is good at surprises.”

He was still standing with his mouth slightly parted. He looks so tired that he hasnt had a good nights sleep in days.

Surely, taking care of four kids for a week is starting to take a toll on him. “You dont look too happy to see me,” I muse.

He waves Bella over and hands her the baby formula. “Go and feed Sam.”

He straightens up and sweeps the powder on his apron. He walks to me. “You dont know how relieved I am to see you.”

Even after so many years, my heart still flutters anytime hes near. “They must have been a handful,” I whisper conspiratorially.

He shakes his head, smiling. “You cant imagine.”

“Thanks for doing this for me.” After a top client had chosen me to fly over to London to help plan a commercial building for a week, Chris took time off work to stay back with the kids.

He had insisted on taking care of his kids himself. He has always been a hands-on dad, but this time, he exceeded all my expectations.

“Dont thank me for performing my responsibility.”

“Not all men do this or are aware of their responsibilities.”

He touches my chin with his fingers. “Im not all men. Im yours. Your man.” He pecks my lip.

“You are being cheesy again.” I push at his chest, giggling.

He wraps his hands around my waist, pulling me closer to him. “Ive missed you so much. Its been hell since youve been gone.”

The kids are back to their games, completely ignoring us.

“What do you think about a little, you know…” he points towards our bedroom making my eyes widen. “Before the kids interrupt us.”

“Chris!” I exclaim, mortified but blushing furiously.

“You know we wont get a better chance than this,” he says, “and I don’t think I can wait until tonight when we’ll both be tired.”

I check on the kids one more time. Sam is already sleeping in his baby cot, his half-finished baby formula forgotten by his side.

“Lets go.” I hold his hand, and we tip-toe out of the kids view to our bedroom.

As soon as he uses his leg to close the door behind us, he carries me up in his arms. In a fluid movement, he spins and settles me down at the edge of the bed.

“Someone is desperate.”

“Im starved for you.”

He bends over and captures my lips, demanding. He pushes his tongue into my mouth to taste me. He nips my plump lip, causing me to inhale sharply at the sensation.

I belong to him from my mouth to the rest of my body and to the air I breathe.

He only pulls away when we are both dripping in sweat despite the air conditioner being on. His hands grip my ass and tug me forward until my cunt presses against his torso. I bite down a moan and wrap my hands around his arm.

He mouths at my neck, suckling lightly at the spots that make me weak in the knees.

His fingers slide up to the junction of my leg and pelvis. He uses his thumb to rub slow circles over my clit in a teasing manner.

“Chris,” I whine, trying to tell him that this is not the time to tease.

He seems to get my message and lifts my ass, sliding down my lace panties. He groans at the sight of my wet cunt. He wasted no time in lapping my folds while stroking me with his fingers.

Just as Im about to reach my peak, he pulls away, gripping my hips once more, loving the praise. He slides his pajama pants down enough to pull his erection out and tugs at his length.

“If you don’t fuck me right now—” I threaten, but I soon cry out as he pushes into me.

The sudden intrusion stings as my walls stretch around his girth, but the pain is worth it. I cling onto him with my face buried in his neck, breaths falling heavily against his skin.

“It should be illegal for anything to feel this good,” he grunts, increasing his pace. Fuck, you always feel so good, he murmurs, and my cunt clenches in response.

He kisses me again, his tongue slipping inside my mouth while his hand slides into my hair.

He swallows the whimper in my throat, and I rock my hips against his, meeting him stroke for stroke. The heat of his touches and kisses stoke the ember building within my core. I keep making breathy sounds as he slams into me. Im starting to see stars with each right spot he hits.

A knock comes on the door, and he freezes. Our eyes meet.

“Fuck,” he cusses. “Its the kids.”

I groan.

They cant even leave us alone for at least five minutes. I will have to plan a get away with only Chris and I and leave the kids with their favorite Aunty Nala.

I need my husband to myself as well.

He looks so fucking good above me, sweaty, his hair sticking to his forehead. I dont want this to end. I roll my hips and his jaw clenches. He hisses.

“The kids…”

The knocking becomes more insistent.

“Mommy, Daddy?” Its Tasha.

I bite down hard on my lips as Chris unintentionally slips out of me a little bit making a squelchy sound.

“Bella took my doll and refuses to return it.”

“Tell her that Mommy will be so mad at her if she doesnt return it,” I yell from the bed.

“But Mommy, she wont give me unless you are there,” her little voice pleads.

“Tell her I said I will ground her if she doesnt.”

I hear little feet scurry off, and I let out a breath.

“Did you lock the door?” I ask Chris.

“I did. Thank God, I did.”

I wrap my leg around his hips, bringing him closer.

“Fuck me before she comes again.”

It takes a moment for him to brace and harshly thrust into me, making me cry out in pleasure. He covers my mouth with his hands, not relenting in his harsh thrusts. “Keep it down.”

I can’t stop the small, quiet gasps from leaving my mouth, muffled by his hand on my lip. I dig my fingers into his arms as the sensation becomes overwhelming.

I shut my eyes tightly. I had missed this so much.

A knock comes on the door again, but he doesnt halt this time.

“Faster,” I demand.

He grunts. “They will hear it.”

“They won’t.” Im not so sure of that but Im too lost in ecstasy to care.

“I will have to make the walls soundproof before next time.” The slapping of skin becomes loud, aggressive, quick, and repetitive. I close my mouth with my hands and bite down on my bottom lip, trying my best to keep the sounds in.

Im too focused on the heavenly feeling of Chris’s cock slamming against me until I reach my orgasm. My orgasm comes crashing down and escaping from my lips with a cry.

“Just a bit more,” he sneers through gritted teeth, slamming into my stretched hole. He soon comes, shooting load upon load into me. If I wasnt on birth control, Sam would soon be welcoming a little brother or sister.

“What would I do without you? He murmurs, smacking a wet, obnoxious kiss to my cheek.

I beam at him. I have no idea.”

He pulls out right after and quickly adjusts his clothes. “You think shes still there?” Chris asks as he slips on his pajama pants.

“I dont know.” I adjust my dress and stand.

He assesses me and, satisfied that Im presentable enough, he opens the door, but no one is there. We share a look before racing to the living room in panic as we hear the loud cries of Sam echoing throughout the house.

Bella, Damien, and Tasha are all dancing around him, trying to cheer him up to no avail.

“Mommy, Sam has been crying,” Damien complains.

I rush to pick Sam up, rocking him in my arms. He soon calms down with his head on my breasts.

“Who wants to see what Mommy got you all from London?”

The kids start jumping excitedly, following Chris to where my bag is. They soon scattered the contents of my bag and fought over who owned the presents.

I watch the scene with a smile on my face because no matter how chaotic our lives are every day, I wouldnt trade this for anything else.

This is home. My home.

The End