A dream come true

I"M NOT SURE IF I SHOULDfeel relieved or disappointed when I wake to another one of Stelios" notes waiting for me on the bedside table.

Out with Astro. Call me when you"re up.

~ S

I"m tempted to pretend I never saw his note and use it an excuse not to call him, but since I also know the five security cameras installed in our bedroom can easily expose my lies—-

Riiiing.

My husband picks up almost immediately. "Hello, wife."

"Hey, dude."

A part of me is just waiting for him to complain about this like always, but instead I hear him say musingly, "That"s interesting."

Huh?

Stelios sends a request to switch to video call, and my husband"s gorgeous face pops up on my screen.

"Can you say it again?"

"Say what? Dude?"

My husband"s expression turns satisfied. "Nothing used to be as irritating as hearing my wife call me "dude", but right now I find the word practically endearing."

"Riiiiight."

"I think it has to do with how things have changed between us," he says thoughtfully. "Now that I"m free to play with your body as I wish—-"

"Oh my God, Stelios!" I have no idea where he is, but I can literally see the people standing behind him avidly listening to our conversation.

"I don"t think I"ll even mind if you were to scream "dude" when I make you come—-"

Well, that does it.

"Um...hello? Stelios? Are you still there? I can"t quite hear you. You"re breaking up."

I struggle not to laugh when the last thing I see before disconnecting the call is my husband rolling his eyes at me.

"Stop talking about stuff like that in public," I type on my phone before hitting Send, and it takes only a moment before Stelios" answer hits my inbox.

Stelios: Your happiness will always be my number one priority, but that one I cannot promise. I love seeing you squirm. It turns me on.

Me: Perv.

Stelios: Only with you, Mrs. Diamandis.

I know I shouldn"t take that as a compliment, but my body is already betraying me with the way that place between my legs has started to tingle.

Since when did "wanton" become your middle name, B?!

I quickly look for a change of subject that can get our conversation back to a safer track.

Me: What are you and Papou up to?

Stelios: Your grandfather is currently speaking to the coroner who examined Helene"s body. We want to make sure there really isn"t any foul play involved.

Me: And if there is? Are you guys thinking there"s a possibility someone would pin her murder on any one of you?

Stelios: This is not something for you to worry about, glikiá mou. I made a promise when I married you, and I intend to keep it. I will never let anything happen to you...or our baby.

My fingers hover over my phone, but I can"t think of anything to say.

Am I really going to let Stelios take my virginity and risk falling harder in love with him?

Am I really going to let him come inside of me as many times as it would take until we make a baby?

Gimme a sign, God.

Should I play it safe simply to exist...or do I go all in and risk either winning or losing everything?

THE DAY COMES TO ANend without Stelios coming home, and I end up working out at our basement gym for almost two hours just to get me to sleep. This is the first time Stelios and I have slept apart since our marriage, and I can"t help but wonder if this is God"s way of giving me a taste of what life would be post-divorce, and...honestly?

It sucks big time, with how quickly I"ve gotten used to having the billionaire in my life.

I never really thought about it until now, but Stelios has somehow managed to make his mark on every part of my day. Mornings don"t feel complete if I"m not having breakfast with him. Lunch hours at school feel boring if my husband doesn"t call or text me. The nights feel empty if Stelios and I aren"t doing something together, even if that "something" is just hanging out in the living room while we do our own thing.

Life without Stelios is no life at all while life with my husband is...embracing both the joys and pains that come with it, and that"s why I feel my heart ache and race at the same time, when I wake the next day to the sound of Stelios having a shower.

My husband is back, and the words "oh God" and "thank God" flash in my mind at the same time.

Stelios taking a shower is honestly the most erotic sound in the world, but it"s the most unbearable as well, and it"s why the sound used to make me cover my ears with my pillow.

Picture yourself married to the hottest guy in the world...but without the right to join him in the shower.

I"m sure you get why it"s torture with a capital T.

But now that we"ve already crossed the line, and twice at that—-

Brain over pussy, B!

Don"t do it!

Props to my conscience for still trying its best to make me do the right thing, but after knowing how painfully empty it is to spend the night apart from him—-

This creature of sin is already swinging her legs off the bed and padding towards the shower with the purest of intentions.

Not!

I stop by the doorway, and my breath catches as I finally have my first glimpse of what Stelios looks like when he"s all naked and wet under the shower.

Oh my Lord.

No words are simply enough to describe my gloriously sexy husband when he"s in the buff like this, and having water cascade down his smooth, bronze muscles just makes him seem all the hotter.

And bigger.

And harder.

And when Stelios finally notices me ogling him—-

"Enjoying the show, wife?"

My knees instantly go weak at the purr in his voice. "Uh..."

"Join me in the shower?"

It"s like being invited to dance with sin incarnate, and of course I say...hell yeah!

In my mind, that is.

His slate-gray eyes stay with me as I slowly reach for the straps of my camisole, and my panties are already soaking wet by the time I start pushing the straps down my shoulders.

Oh God.

I feel like I"m doing a striptease with the way my husband can"t take his gaze off my body. I can already feel my whole body turning pink as my camisole falls to the floor, followed by my shorts and panties.

Oh God.

I"m finally standing naked in front of my husband, my breasts and pussy completely bared to his sight.

"That"s better." Stelios" voice is thick with lust, and it still feels like a dream to see the way his cock swells massively in size as he continues to devour me with his gaze.

He crooks a finger at me, and it"s just too much.

You"re hopeless, B!

The bossy gesture has my pussy throbbing like it"s dying for some cock, and the aching sensation has my limbs moving on its own.

I slowly walk towards him, my jiggling breasts constantly attracting his ravenous gaze, and when my feet finally touch the wet, cold tiles of the shower—-

Aaaah!

One swift hard yank has me falling against him, and my world spins faster than it should be when I hear the slapping sound our bodies make as they meet.

It"s the very first time for every inch of our bodies to rub against each other, and the feel of his wet, hard muscles against my trembling flesh is beyond anything I"m even capable of imagining.

His shoulders feel so massive as my hands curve over them, and my breasts feel so exquisitely swollen against the wall of his chest. I know I"m going to sound like a broken record here, but every time I see and feel his naked body pressed against mine, the only words that I can think of are "big" and "hard".

My husband is just so, so big, and so, so hard wherever it counts, and he even feels bigger and harder than what"s possible when something starts pulsing violently against my stomach.

God, oh God.

I find myself reaching for the soap, thinking to use it as an excuse to acquaint myself with his shaft, but I"ve barely started to move when I feel my husband giving me another light tap on the wrist.

"Why do you keep trying to do my job, wife?"

And before I know what"s happening, he"s already spun me around, and it"s my husband who"s pumping some liquid body wash into his hands.

Halp!

My heart nearly leaps out of my chest as his arms go around me from behind, and he starts soaping and squeezing my aching breasts at the same time. His fingers scrape against my nipples every so often, but it"s the way he almost gets to the point of pinching the aroused buds but never does that ultimately has my back hitting against his chest as a whimpered plea escapes my lips.

"P-please..."

But this only makes my husband bite my ear...just as his hands move further down.

"Stelios!"

I cry his name out in shock when he suddenly spanks my bottom, but just as my body buckles, his hands are moving somewhere more intimate, and the next thing I know he"s already reversed his positions—-

Oh God.

My back hits the wall as my husband sinks to his knees, and even though I already know what Stelios means to do—-

A gasp still breaks past my lips when I feel his breath against my sex. My husband"s obsessive personality makes me nervous and excited at the thought of having him eat me there. My pussy is already soaking wet, and it has nothing to do with the jets of hot water blasting down our bodies. I"ve had countless dreams of my husband going down on me since the day married, and when I feel him finally prying my folds open—-

"Stelios!"

Just the first stroke of his tongue has me crying his name out as my fingers drive through the dark waves of his hair. My knees have completely given up, and all I can do is clutch his head to keep myself upright while the pleasure only gets more intense with every stroke of his tongue.

I"m not sure how much more of this I can take, but when his tongue suddenly thrusts inside of me, it"s like falling into a whole new world of sensual bliss.

I look down just as slate-gray eyes lift up to mine, and the demanding glitter in his gaze delivers a wordless message that has me tightening my grip on his hair.

My husband wants me to watch him while he eats my pussy. Wants me to see just how much he enjoys making me moan and tremble with every forceful thrust of his tongue.

Wonderfully obsessive man that he is, my husband wants me to watch and understand that it"s my pleasure he"s only thinking about, and so when I feel his fingers suddenly biting into my bottom—-

I know it"s Stelios ordering me without words to cum, and my body hasn"t any trouble obeying this all at once.

Orgasm pounds through my body in an instant, and the way he laps up every drop of my release only makes me cum even harder and longer.

I cum and cum and cum until my knees finally buckle, and my smirking husband comes to my rescue as he sweeps me up in his arms.

Stelios carries me to the dressing room and sets me down by the vanity. My husband has always enjoyed towel-drying my hair, but it"s the first time he"s doing this with both of us naked.

My throat dries as I stare at our reflection in the three-panel mirror of my vanity, and I find myself wetting my lips every time my husband moves to this side and that, and I catch a glimpse of his fully engorged cock.

Am I imagining things or has his erection somehow gotten longer?

"Something wrong, Mrs. Diamandis?"

My gaze flies up to him in a mixture of surprise and embarrassment. "Um...no, there"s not...I mean, w-why would you think something"s wrong?"

My heart skips a beat as he bends down, and I can only swallow hard as his breath caresses my ear just before whispering, "It"s your nipples, wife."

Oh God!

"A woman"s nipples can turn pointed because of either fear...or arousal." His gaze locks with mine through our shared reflection in the mirror. "Which is it for you?"

"F-Fear, of course!" I try to cover myself just to prove my point even though I know I"m lying through my teeth, but I"ve barely lifted my arms when I see my husband"s gaze narrow.

"Don"t even think of it."

My arms fall limply against my sides at the warning, and satisfaction flashes over my husband"s gorgeous face.

"Good girl."

He takes my hand to guide me back up to my feet, and my breath catches anew as his lips tease and nibble over the wet parts of my body before they"re towel-dried. He starts with the corner of my mouth before moving down to the side of my neck and all the way to the valley between my breasts.

There isn"t an area of my body that his lips haven"t crossed, from the sensitive flesh of my belly to my trembling thighs. It"s like being seduced and played with at the same time, and I"m once again at my limit when he kneels down and lifts my foot to his mouth.

Oh God, there he goes again.

My husband"s gaze demands for my attention as he lazily sucks on my toes, and it"s just too, too much that I can no longer wait.

"Please, Stelios."

I never thought I"d be the kind of girl to beg for her husband"s touch, but pride has ceased to matter at this point.

"Please..."

He finally releases my toe and gently lowers my foot back to the rug.

"Please..."

"Tell me what you want, wife."

"P-Please fuck me, husband."