Chapter 25

"It's hot," I muttered as I tossed my husband's jacket aside.

"You need to warm up. How long have you been outside?" He asked.

"I have no idea, Ranold. I'm hot," I was breathing heavily and deeply, as if trying to capture air with my mouth.

It was extremely hot deep within me. I wanted to take off my clothes because I was sweating. I may have had frostbite on my brains while I was outside, but I wanted to undress while sitting on my husband's lap. Even when I started stroking my ass against his hips, I was completely unaware of what I was doing.

"Ol..." he tried to add something, but I pressed my finger to his lips as I looked down.

I kissed him in the lips and mumbled, "No."

He grabbed my neck and pushed me away, but I only hugged tighter, bending in the rider stance.

I looked directly into his eyes and replied, "No."

I pressed him into the back of the sofa and began to cuddle with him as I felt his boner beneath me. I was so fucking excited by him. And I enjoyed it. At that precise moment. I shuddered as I felt his hands on my hips, tugging down my pants, and his hot dick just behind me.

"Fuck," I groaned into his lips, passionately sucking them.

I was rubbing my butt against his dick to feel how hard he was. And I could put it in whenever and however I chose. He was grasping my waist and squeezing his fingers around my body. But I knew right then that I was the star of the show. He placed his dickhead right on my butthole as I raised a little. Fuck, I was overjoyed. I was so happy to feel in control of the situation that I couldn't stop shaking and grumbling. I was drunk and turned on like hell.

I moaned so loudly as I let it in by myself, feeling his dickhead within, that my insides twitched. I didn't realize how I was moving, allowing his dick to go deeper and deeper, till I felt it all inside.

"Fuck," I said sweetly, grabbing his shoulders and tightly hugging him.

I felt his hot, wet kisses on my neck. I could feel his hot large cock inside of me. I could feel his hands clamping around my waist, thighs, and ass. And it made me feel so fucking good. Every cell in my body felt hot from what was going on at that moment, and I was breathing heavily and trying to move slowly. I didn't let him go faster or slower. I did everything on my own. I was giving him the pleasure of solely sucking my neck with loud smooches as I fucked him slowly and deeply. When he cum inside me, I knew my turn had come to an end. It was then his turn.

***

The events of the previous night rushed through my thoughts when I awoke. I abruptly got up off the couch and clenched the blanket covering me. Jane and my husband were on a conference call. I saw him cooking something while using his laptop to FaceTime with her.

"Oh, hi, Olivier!" I heard her voice and turned to face her.

My husband turned to face me and replied, "Oh, good morning. How did you sleep?"

"OK," I said, surprised by my raspy voice.

And my body felt as though I had been shoveling snow all day yesterday instead of having a wild sex. But I also felt relieved and calm. I moaned and covered myself in the blanket before getting out of bed, but my legs wouldn't play nice, and I lost my balance, leaning on the couch with one hand and nearly falling to the floor. My legs started to shake, but I quickly managed to stand up straight.

Yesterday's sex was "a little" harsh. Actually, we'd never done it twice before. "And we would never," I thought to myself in the restroom, trying to calm my trembling senses. His hickeys were all over my body. I could still feel his firm grip on my body. He went crazy, but I liked it. When I was unable to breathe, scream, or remain conscious, he almost literally fucked me to death. The crazy excitement that swept through my entire body nearly caused me to punch out. I remembered cramping beneath his body and choking.

He was fine with everything though. It appeared as though the chains shackling him to the true joy had been removed. For the first time, we felt free and went wild. The problem was that I wasn't prepared for that. I was in complete shock. Nothing from the past remained inside of me. Even my feelings were nonexistent.

But Ranold didn't seem to be in a bad mood at all. I noticed him whispering the lyrics while he was whistling along to the music on the radio. I was both puzzled and confused. Following that, he was making jokes, grinning, and politely asking for various options from the flight attendants during our flight. I was confused as I watched everything with wide-open eyes. I had no idea what was going on. Was he "that" delighted after releasing himself with me the night before? In no way was I. I was exhausted. I just wanted to get home and sleep. But as soon as we entered our apartment late at night, we were stuck in the hallway kissing harshly.

***

'Fuck! Why did I jump into his hands like I hadn't seen him in centuries when we did it the previous night?' I considered this while eating breakfast at the university. Ranold was still in bed asleep when I fled.

"Here comes our lucky boy," Ethan said as he sat in the opposite seat at the table.

"Ethan, please," I said angrily as I picked the salad with my fork.

He smiled and sent me an intriguing look, saying, "No matter how hard you try to hide it, your aura speaks for itself.

The university days made it easier for me to unwind and forget about the life that awaited me outside of the courses and mountains of homework. As it should have been, I was content to simply enjoy my youth.

"Are you coming?" Ethan inquired.

"What?" I scowled a little, trying to figure out what he was saying.

"'Sweetest Day'? Celebration?" He repeated. "Did you really pay attention to what I had to say?"

I didn't. And then I felt guilty. However, I had to ask him again, "What celebration?"

"In the sports hall," Ethan grinned, rolling his eyes skyward. "On Thursday. You should go. Nilan asked about you."

So I did. I went to the celebration. There were a lot of people there, and it was held in the sports hall. Almost every university student and teacher. It wasn't a fair trade like the last one. Everything was handled by the student council. They did an excellent job of preparing drinks and food. Everyone enjoyed the warm and welcoming atmosphere. We were chatting with the lecturers and fellow students. We were eating cakes, candy, and other sweets. It seemed that everyone was having fun.

I was having fun as well, following Ethan and chatting with our group members or other senior students. Until I found myself outside the hall, hiding between the trees with the plate of chocolate cake on it. I escaped the party because it was too crowded, and people seemed to start enjoying the music, dance, and other things. And a number of couples started dancing and cuddling; even Ethan found himself a partner for the evening. Meanwhile, I just... I fled. Because I didn't want to be a part of it.

"What are you doing here?" I froze when I felt a warm hand on my shoulder and spun around to see who it was.

"Nothing," I replied innocently, a teaspoon in my lips, glancing at Nilan.

"Nothing?" He added while smiling at me. "You mean nothing but eating chocolate cake?"

I blushed and quickly looked to my left. "Yeah..."

"I had no idea you liked sweet things," Nilan stated after he glanced at my cake.

"Oh, that's... I just..." I tried to come up with a rational justification for my behavior, but I failed.

He leaned his back against the tree next to me and whispered, "It's fine. Don't worry. I get what you're saying. You ran away from the banquet, hoping to fill your sadness with something sweet."

"What?!" I exclaimed, frowning, not believing he could think of me in that way. "No!"

"Of course not!" He chuckled at me, jokingly punching me with his shoulder. "I'm kidding."

I sniffed after putting another spoon with a small piece of cake into my mouth. After a few moments of silence, Nilan began to speak again.

"Is it because of your boyfriend?" He asked. "He won't let you go out with anyone else?"

"That is not the reason..." I was sincere when I said it.

There was some truth to what I said. Ranold never stopped me from going somewhere with someone. In fact, he was never against it, even though I knew he knew everything about Nilan and Ethan, as well as everything about me. The fact is, though, that we never once brought it up. I was a good husband who didn't hang out. I was too submissive.

"Actually," I began, breaking the silence. "He doesn't even care."

"Oh really?" Nilan seemed interested. "So, if you go out with someone, like, for a date or whatever, he will do nothing?"

"I believe so," I said, unsure. "We've never argued before, so that shouldn't be a problem."

"I was thinking there was something serious going on between you two," Nilan pondered.

"I..." I was unsure what to say. "I don't really know."

"So, why wouldn't you try something different if you don't know?" I turned my head toward him as he glanced at me.

"Maybe you're right," I said quietly.

"So, maybe we should start with the dance?" He extended his hand to me, and I nodded, leaving the plate on the ground.

My shoulder blades started to tingle as soon as his right hand touched my lower back. Somewhere, coming from the sports hall, was the soft, soothing music. We were slowly dancing. I brushed my lips against his shoulder just enough to catch a whiff of his delicate, sweet scent. He had a different fragrance than Ranold. While my husband's scent was strong, powerful, and far more masculine, his was light and pleasant with overtones of something fresh and youthful.

"Do you like it?" Nilan gently asked, and I turned my head to look into his eyes.

"A bit..." I answered honestly, feeling goosebumps on my shoulders.

I looked down at his lips. They were slightly open. I could feel his unsteady breathing on my skin. I felt a strange tingling deep within me. My stomach twitched and I shuddered slightly. Everything was different. I never got to enjoy my time with Ranold. He always took advantage of me. He always did things his way. I don't know what he did to my body, but I became a wimpy, weak-willed follower of his every move, feeling nothing but the deepest peace inside of me. Nothing compared to Nilan. I was alive with him. I felt the goosebumps, the smell, and the tickling inside me. At least I felt something. I wasn't a helpless puppet that did everything for its master. And I was fully aware of it.

Nilan lowered his head a little, and I felt his tender lips encircling mine. I could feel his breath and his warmth. He gave me a soft kiss, and I could feel his tenderness. And I was shivering from every second of our sweet kiss. At that point, I gave myself over to him and was glad to feel the pleasure of what I was doing.