Chapter 56 Chapter 28 (ii)
JIGO
I felt the familiar anger I reserved for my friend for what his rejection had done to Fae for years. The result was that she saw herself the way he’d regarded her growing up—a mousy, bookworm wallpaper. He didn’t want to see her as something else. Good enough for me. But not for Fae’s self-esteem. I guess I’d have to work on her more.
Not that I have to. All sarcasm in there. My god, I could barely even control myself around her. I couldn’t get my hands away. I couldn’t think of anything else since the time she’d let me touch her. Wanting her all my life and suddenly, I could have her, and I went crazy over her.
And she just admitted to love me. I knew. I already knew we’re way ahead than just physically attracted to each other. But hearing her say it didn’t dampen the effect even a fraction of a bit.
“You’re looking at me like that again.”
“Hmm… must be a good kind of looking, then. You’re blushing.” Her face had gone redder than when she was feeling embarrassed about leaving her friends for a quickie. Me? I only felt like a gloating goat for fucking my wife in my office desk. We’d definitely do it again many more times in the future. Maria would be handling a little more of my tasks in the next few months, and she had already hinted getting another assistant for the meantime, seeing how distracted I was. She was also hinting about me taking a leave of absence if I wanted for my honeymoon, and she would tell everyone it was a business trip so my grandmother wouldn’t think anything was amiss, just in case. My lola could sniff the dinner of a frozen mammoth, I swear. She couldn’t see us together until my wife allowed me to tell her everything.
I was able to kiss her three more times before we left the office to look for her friends in one of the private rooms. Of course, one look at us, and they knew what we’ve been up to. Therefore, I didn’t dare leave my wife alone with them again for the rest of that evening and helped distract them until we had all of them in a car. I had one of my drivers drive to get them to their homes safe and sound.
I loved making my wife happy, too much that I felt guilty because of the suspicion that every time I accomplish this I got happier than she was. Watching her as she slept peacefully in my arms, I still wonder at how clueless she was about her beauty and that I would never get tired doing this. Her skin looked dewy and soft in the soft light of the lamp, her long and thick eyelashes fluttering as she snored softly, her cheeks still a little flushed from our lovemaking. We slept naked… or always ended up doing so, anyway, because there was no way we would not make love as long as there was still energy in me before I let her fall asleep. I loved being buried in her, hearing her lovemaking noises, asking for what more she wanted, and doing it all. Just thinking this was giving me wood again. Jesus… I’d be fucking my wife until we’re hundred years old.
When we got home, I stripped her in the shower and had her repeat her love for me a few more times before I had her flat on her back on our bed, our rings back in our fingers, and finished making love to her. No fucking, dirty talk, or anything. I possessed her with all the focus that no words could describe. This woman loved me and she finally put that into words, and it was all that mattered.
Then there it was, the little furrow that was now forming in her smooth forehead. She wasn’t crying now. She had stopped moaning in pain. It was just a small indication like a frown on her face that had gotten smaller and smaller… but in her sleep she still dreamed of something that hurt. I was always ready for it. My arms were already around her, and I tightened my hold, bringing her face to my chest, my other hand caressing her back.
“Sshhh… I’m here. You’re not alone anymore. You’re not lonely anymore and I’ll make sure you’ll always be happy from now on, baby. I’m here… you’ll be alright…”
I felt her take a breath before she did the same thing she did every night everytime I pulled her to my embrace under the blankets, whether it was for my need or hers. She moved to burrow herself deeper, hugging me back, burying her face to my neck, and taking a deeper, longer breath.
She would then settle in as if finally contented.
This woman loved me, I reminded myself with a smile. I would even pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming about tonight, that she had finally told me, if my hands were free. But I wouldn’t relinquish my hold on her for that silly thing.
I knew I fell asleep smiling.