Chapter 33

Chapter Thirty-Three

M y frustration and the feeling that I’m no longer enough for my husband have intensified over the past few days. He’s turned me down the last three evenings and hasn’t come home for dinner again. I spent hours in the kitchen for him, only for the leftovers, which he didn’t even touch, to be thrown away the next day. So last night, when he came home, I told him I didn’t want to spend another evening without him.

I understand the pressures of his job, especially with running a law firm. He’s always managed to spare some time for me in the past, even if it was just cuddling at night after a long day at work. But now, even that has stopped, and I can’t explain why. I thought we were making progress—he wanted to fight for our marriage just as much as I did. Yet, now he seems to be drifting further away, and the reason remains elusive to me.

So I’m looking forward to tonight even more. I’m already cooking Thomas’s favorite meal and baking an apple pie, determined to make everything perfect. I’m hoping for some intimacy afterward, especially since I’m wearing one of the short black dresses he loves so much. Knowing Thomas, we might not even make it to the table; we’ll probably end up having the starter in the bedroom. I hope that’s the case because I’m practically climbing the walls here.

I try to convince myself that it has nothing to do with a particular young neighbor and refuse to let Ezra King occupy my thoughts any longer, disrupting my peace of mind.

The heavy throbbing between my thighs that hasn’t gone away for days is definitely not because of him!

When I hear the front door open at 7 p.m. sharp, my pulse quickens, and I have to grin because I’m curious to see how Thomas will react to my outfit. I changed my mind and outfit to show him what I was in the mood for tonight.

“I’m home,” Thomas greets me. I can hear the weariness in his voice, but I choose to ignore it because I know he’ll be blown away as soon as he sees me.

“Hello, darling,” I greet him seductively, with a subtle smirk on my red-painted lips. I walk over to him armed with two martinis, wearing only a clean apron and black high heels.

Thomas blinks at me with wide eyes when he sees me. Swaying my hips, I approach him and hand him his glass before pressing a delicate kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“My God, Cora. What are you wearing?” he asks me in a husky voice, and he can’t take his eyes off me.

I smile lasciviously before putting my glass on the table next to me and then reaching behind me to undo the bow of my apron.

“Well, I hope we’re both wearing nothing at all in the next few moments,” I reply with a grin and kiss him again as I pull the apron strap over my head and drop the fabric, revealing even more of my naked body.

He takes a big sip of his drink and then puts it next to mine before grabbing me and kissing me with desire. Finally , I gratefully sigh in the kiss and impatiently reach for his belt to undo his pants and disappear into them with quick fingers.

“Shit, Cora. What’s wrong with you? You’ve never greeted me like this before,” he grumbles against my lips as I massage his length.

“I told you I missed you and our intimacy. Now stop talking and fuck me,” I murmur in his ear before sinking to my knees in front of him and impatiently pulling down his pants and boxers to expose his hardness.

Wearing nothing but my heels, I kneel before him and caress his velvety tip. His cock twitches and bobs up and down excitedly in front of my red-painted lips. I reach for it, tracing its hardness before taking his tip into my mouth. Moaning, Thomas grabs my ponytail, which I’ve tied up for today.

Without being able to stop it, images of Ezra and the blonde flash in my mind, and how he roughly grabbed her hair to push her head into the sheets. The same way he pulled hard on my braid during our first training session. His dominance turned me on so much. Stop , I remind myself sternly, as my thoughts are already drifting back to him.

I have my husband’s cock in my mouth right now, so I should do everything I can to stop thinking about how it would feel to kneel in front of Ezra like this and what he would do to me. How he would guide me and use me. Shit !

A jolt runs through me, and the violent throbbing becomes almost overpowering, making me moan against Thomas’s length because I’m so aroused I can barely stand it. I let him slip out of my mouth and I stand up so that he can finally take me and free me from this terrible feeling. Otherwise, I’m in danger of losing my mind.

I pull him to me, kissing him greedily as I maneuver us to the dining table, hoping he will take over and show me everything he wants to do to his wife when she is so willing and naked in front of him. His hand grabs my breast and massages it with good pressure, making me moan against his mouth and push myself toward him. I want more! Please give me more!

Thomas turns me around and pushes me onto the table in one swift movement. I obey immediately, lie down with my naked upper body on the tabletop, and spread my legs for him so that he can penetrate me from behind and finally satisfy me. I look at him longingly over my shoulder. Thomas pumps his length a few times and positions himself behind me. I can already feel his velvety tip on my wetness, which is already all over my thighs from sheer excitement. I wiggle my bottom impatiently so that he’ll finally sink into me, for heaven’s sake. But nothing happens.

“Shit, damn it!” Thomas growls and rubs faster and faster over his hardness.

I look at him with a furrowed brow and realize he’s limp. What now…?

I straighten up and look at his limp cock in horror, then back at his face. I don’t even know what to say. Sure, it can happen to anyone, and I’d be lying if I said it hadn’t happened to Thomas a few times in the last few years. But now ? When I’ve made such an effort? No, I can’t comprehend that.

“Cora… I don’t know what’s going on… The stress. I’m sorry,” he stammers, which is many words by his standards.

What can I say to that? I can’t be too angry about the fact that his body is probably dealing with the stress differently than I would wish. What a fucking mess!

But even though I could go up the walls right now, I just smile at him sympathetically and kiss him.

“It’s all right,” I press out, keeping the corners of my mouth up. “I’m going to put some clothes on. You’re welcome to eat.” I nod to the warming trays behind me on the table as I turn away from him and head upstairs.

Once upstairs, I go straight to our bed, grab one of the decorative pillows, press it to my face, and start screaming into it with all my might until I can’t breathe and my lungs contract painfully. I take a deep breath and furiously crumple the cushion to relieve my tension and frustration.

But when none of this helps, I throw the pillow carelessly onto the bed. I need to calm down and have a lovely evening with my husband. But I have no idea how to do that in my condition…

I don’t know how long I stand in my bedroom trying to calm down and not let my tension consume me. Just as I don’t want to give any space to this disappointing feeling that is growing in my chest by the minute, but it’s damn hard to suppress because all this action makes me think I can’t get my man hot anymore.

Pulling my hair, I turn away and want to go to my closet to put something on. But I stop at the window and look into Ezra’s bedroom instead. The light has been switched on, and he steps out of the bathroom wrapped in a cloud of steam with just a towel around his hips.

I should hide now and make sure he doesn’t see me completely naked. But a little voice inside me wants to prove it to me somehow. It wants to show me I’m desirable and sexy.

So I step close to the window and stand in front of it. I grab my ponytail and loosen my hair so my silky brown curls fall over my shoulders. Ezra is probably about to cross his room to get dressed when he stops abruptly and turns to me. A soft smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth when he sees me.

I can’t say that I’m not turned on by how he stands in front of the window, still damp from the shower and dressed only in a towel, looking at me intensely. It’s as if I can feel his hands on me through his greedy gaze and the way he caresses my heated skin with his rough fingers. I shudder and lick my lips frantically because I, unfortunately, like what I’m seeing far too much.

When Ezra grabs his towel and tosses it at his feet in the blink of an eye, I can’t breathe. I’ve often felt his erection or guessed at the prominent bulge in his pants, but I’ve never seen him in his full size, and damn, he’s big.

Licking my lips again, I can’t help the quickening of my breathing. I’m getting more turned on by the second, and a slight dizziness takes over my head because the longing throbbing in my core becomes overwhelming. My lust runs down my thighs, and that’s only because this young guy is standing naked in front of me at his window, letting his enormous length slide through his hand. He’s aroused just by the sight of me.

It’s an intoxicating feeling that I can’t get enough of that I’m able to make this incredibly attractive man get hard just by looking at me, even though he can’t touch or taste me. A gasp escapes me because of this, and I can’t stop my hands from firmly gripping my breasts and massaging them vigorously.

Ezra steps closer to the window, puts one hand on the glass, and quickly jerks himself off. I can almost hear his moaning in my ears. It’s written so clearly on his face. I want more. I want you to come for me. Just for me and me only because I make you so hot that you want to come for me.

I know that everything I’m doing right now is so wrong. Especially since, at any moment, my husband could walk in and see us. But Ezra is giving me something right now that Thomas can’t give me . He desires me . My body and my actions excite him, even from a distance. So I try to silence any sensible thoughts for this brief moment and enjoy this. Just this once…

My second hand finds my now dripping wet core all by itself. I have to bite my lower lip hard as I touch myself down there so that I don’t moan out loud—I’m so aroused. Ezra leans his head back with a groan at the sight of me touching myself for him and jerks off faster and faster until his eyes meet mine again, and he urges me to rub myself, too.

I blindly obey his silent command and massage my pulsating clit. I let out a moan that I can no longer hold back. Ezra’s hand, which he has propped up against the window, clenches into a fist; he is so tense, which excites me so much more that I kneel on the windowsill with my legs wide apart, completely open, and penetrate myself with two fingers. My upper body tilts forward, causing my breasts to press against the window, and I groan again because the cool glass feels so good on my overstimulated nipples.

I fuck myself faster and faster while I rub my nipples against the window to double-stimulate myself. My body quivers, and Ezra spurs me on with his intense gaze. He wants me to come for him so he can come for me, too. So I add my second hand and rub my clit vigorously and quickly with it while I continue to press my breasts firmly against the window and fuck myself deeper and deeper with two fingers. The orgasm sweeps me away, and a loud moan bursts out of me. I’m immediately scared of Thomas hearing me. I glance around to the bedroom door and listen, but there is still no sign of Thomas.

My gaze returns to Ezra, and at that exact moment, I see him pouring against the window, leaving white splashes everywhere. I watch, mesmerized, as his mighty cock continues to twitch between his fingers, pumping out spurts of his sperm. Greedily, I lick my lips and wish he’d let me taste it.

I don’t know how long we look at each other in silence. I’m still paralyzed. But when a cheeky grin graces his lips, it snaps me out of my stupor, only to flee my bedroom as I realize what I’ve done. Bloody hell! How am I ever going to stay away from you again after this?