Riri

M y husband doesn't give me any respite the entire night, and I love it.

Even though I know there'll be much to pay when I get back to the daily grind of balancing my time between classes and rehearsals---

I don't care.

All I know is that he can't get enough of me.

And that's why, as soon as we're back in his private jet, my husband doesn't waste time in taking me to the suite.

We're tearing each other's clothes off in seconds.

And then he's thrusting inside of me as my back slides up against the wall.

I try not to make any noise, but it's impossible.

Even when I know the crew outside could easily hear us---

The way he makes love to me is just so, so good that I can't help it.

Jacques, Jacques, Jacques.

I cry his name out over and over, and the next thing I know, I've already fallen asleep in his arms even when my body is still shaking under his, and his member is still buried deep between my folds. My husband wakes me up when we're about to land, and it's when I smile sleepily up at him and try to say 'hi' that I realize I'm in big trouble.

Oh no .

"What is it?" he asks right away.

" This ."

Understanding dawns when he hears the croaking sound of my voice.

"I did warn you, my love. I told you not to scream so much---"

Grrr .

I smack his shoulder, but Jacques only smirks.

"At least everyone will know I'm a good husband."

Oh, the arrogance!

I feign annoyance even though I feel secretly giddy. How lovely it is, to know that I'm the only one to see this side of him?

But as soon as the thought forms in my mind, I hear his phone ring, and it's like having reality slap me with the truth.

Eva .

I haven't asked him anything, but my instincts tell me that it's Eva who's been calling him nonstop.

He's known the other woman his whole life. I'm sure Eva has also seen Jacques being playful, and the mere thought has my heart aching.

Will I ever stop being jealous of Eva?

Jacques' phone resumes ringing when we've been cleared to disembark, and my husband is helping me down the air steps.

"It's Eva, isn't it?"

I think it's time to talk about the elephant in the room, but my husband clearly feels otherwise.

"You don't need to worry about her."

We get into his limousine, and as soon as the privacy window slides into place behind his chauffeur, I straddle my husband's lap, and he looks at me in surprise.

"It's true," I admit baldly. "I feel jealous and insecure over your friend."

I'm not sure why, but I'm suddenly confident about being completely honest with my feelings.

"You have no reason to feel such things," my husband says tautly.

I have a feeling there's something else he wants to say. "And?"

His lips tighten.

"You can tell me anything---"

"You obviously can, but you shouldn't."

Huh ?

"You didn't have to tell me about feeling jealous and insecure over Eva," Jacques bites out. "You should stop saying things that will give other people the upper hand."

Oh, so that's what he means.

"You're not other people, though."

"I'm not you," Jacques counters flatly. "Anyone who isn't you is automatically---"

"That's where you're wrong. We're married, Jacques. That makes us one. And I don't want a marriage founded on lies."

Jacques stares at me in a mixture of frustration and exasperation. "I'm never going to get through to you with this, am I?"

"If you're asking me if I can stop wearing my heart on my sleeve," I say cheerfully, "the answer is no."

"Then you'll end up hurting yourself."

"What doesn't kill you makes you tougher," I quip.

" ---"

"Can we talk about something else?" I ask quickly. "Something more fun, like..."

My husband's gaze turns wary. "Like what?"

"Like when did you first realize I'm the girl you're meant to marry?"

"When I spoke to my lawyer," he answers without hesitation. "That's when I realized I needed someone foolish enough to say yes to the kind of marriage I want."

"Very funny."

"But true, though."

And knowing Jacques, I'm sure he means it.

"Let me rephrase then. When did you first realize you were attracted to me?"

"I never said I was."

"Ha! I bet it was the same for you, wasn't it? You wanted me from the very start---"

"Yes."

My heart feels like it's about to explode.

I didn't think he'd admit that.

But since he had---

"You promised you'd let me love you," I whisper.

"I did."

"So keep your promise," I hear myself say, "and don't move a muscle."

I can feel him watching me as I slowly slide off his lap and get down on my knees on the carpeted floor.

I reach for him with trembling hands, and I hear him hiss when my fingers finally brush against the zip of his trousers.

"Have you ever dreamt of this, husband?"

My heart starts to hammer as I slowly unzip him.

"Of me going down on my knees so I can take you inside my mouth?"

"You know I have."

His honesty continues to disarm me, and it just makes me so, so giddy that I'm suddenly full of courage. I carefully pull his throbbing length out of his pants, and he growls my name under his breath as my fingers tighten around him.

The way he's staring at me still already has my panties completely drenched, and when I finally take him inside of my mouth---

Oh! My! Gosh!

I know he doesn't just look big.

I've also felt how big he is whenever he's inside of me.

But when I'm pleasuring him with my mouth, I realize how his size takes a whole new dimension, and--- aaaah.

He suddenly grips my hair as he starts fucking my mouth hard, and I start seeing stars when I feel him actually swell against my tongue.

Oh gosh, how much bigger can he get?

One part of me is genuinely terrified, but the fact that he's still swelling also makes me wetter and hornier, and I suddenly have this irresistible need to see my husband lose control.

The mere thought of it makes my breasts ache, and I start sucking harder and harder.

I can barely breathe at this point, but I don't care.

All I want is to see Jacques lose his mind over what I'm doing---

", fuck ."

It's the only thing he says, the only warning I get before he explodes inside of my mouth.

Aaaah.

My eyes squeeze shut as his thick hot seed rushes down my throat.

It's my first time to do anything like this, but I know just enough to keep swallowing and sucking.

Swallow and suck.

Swallow and suck.

Swallow and suck.

Until I hear my husband groan.

And when I finally lift my gaze to his, I have my reward.

It's my beautiful husband looking at me like he's mine.

Mine.

But as Jacques gently pull me back to my lap, I also feel the phone in his pocket start vibrating, and I can't help it.

I can't help but wonder.

Mine.

He's mine...for now.

But for how long?

Will we even make it to a year if Eva decides to cause trouble between us?