Chapter 128
Chapter 54
Nic couldn't believe his eyes as he unlocked the door to his penthouse, eagerly searching for his wife. For three straight months, Lucie had been his unwavering pillar of support as he underwent treatment and the arduous journey of physiotherapy, helping him get back on his feet.
A month ago, he had finally started walking again. Although his back, which had been operated on, still ached occasionally, he was essentially mobile once more. Lucie had been overjoyed at his progress. Yet, one thing had continued to rain on his parade: he still hadn’t been able to make love to his wife.
His doctor had strictly forbidden any strenuous activities that could jeopardize his recovery. For the past three months, Nic had been enduring the frustration of being unable to express his love physically. He felt like a sexually frustrated animal, desperate for release but bound by the need to heal.
It had been endless torture, being able to look at his gorgeous Lu, to touch her and kiss her, yet unable to do anything more. He longed to throw her delectable, petite body beneath him on the bed, to tear off her clothes, and fuck her until she cries out his name and they could reach the pinnacle of pleasure together. For the past month, he had been plagued by hot dreams of these moments as he lay beside his wife, his frustration growing with each night. He had been forced to endure his raging hard-on, yearning for the day when he could finally be with her fully again.
Lucie, ever the sweet and supportive wife, had tried to help him relieve his stress in various ways. She would touch him gently, attempting to ease his frustration. But Nic had always refused. Not being able to make love to his own wife already made him feel less than a man; he didn’t want to feel utterly helpless, lying there unmoving while she pleasured him. That wasn't what he wanted. He craved the full experience: to be on top of her, to kiss her senseless, to tease her breasts, to lick and suck on her light pink nipples until they hardened beneath his touch. He wanted to make her body respond to him, to mount her lithe, supple form and enter her with a deep, strong stroke that made her cry out. He yearned to surge inside her with a relentless rhythm, taking them both to the pinnacle of pleasure together.
Even thinking about it had given him a raging hard-on! Night after night, he had endured X-rated dreams that left him waking up in a sweat, his boxers unbearably tight. But he had persevered, enduring the frustration and longing. Today, however, everything changed. The doctor had finally given him the green light. He was healed. There were no restrictions preventing him from engaging in strenuous activities anymore. In short, nothing was stopping him from making love to his wife.
There was a spring in his step as he crossed the threshold of his penthouse, calling out for his wife. But she was nowhere to be found. She wasn't in the kitchen, the drawing room, or the balcony. Her Mini Cooper was still in the garage, and she had told him on the phone that she would be home. So where could she have gone?
Confused, Nic climbed the stairs to their bedroom. As he reached the top, he was stunned by the sight before him. A red carpet stretched from the edge of the stairs to the slightly ajar bedroom door, casting a sliver of light into the semi-darkness. The carpet was sprinkled with red rose petals, their fragrance filling the air with a heady, romantic scent.
Nic inhaled deeply, a wide, wolfish grin spreading across his face. The scene was set with care and anticipation, and he couldn't wait to see what awaited him behind the bedroom door.
No doubt, his sexy, innocent wife had guessed what the doctor would tell him today and had crafted this special ambiance for their reunion. Nic grinned, amused by what a hopeless romantic his wife was. Did she really think he needed rose petals and a red carpet to set the mood? The thought almost made him laugh at the absurdity. It was such a feminine notion. But he would never tell her that. She had put in so much effort, and he was nothing but grateful for it.
He moved forward towards the bedroom, now unsurprised to see numerous candles burning throughout, casting a mysterious, intimate glow over the room. The soft flicker of the flames created a warm, inviting atmosphere, and he felt a rush of anticipation.
Nic's heartbeat quickened. If she had put so much effort into decorating the room, he could only imagine how she had prepared herself. His anticipation reached a crescendo as he entered the dimly lit room. "Lucie?" he called softly. As always, she managed to surprise him when he least expected it.
There she was, looking utterly gorgeous, sexy, and lovable in a short black babydoll made of sheer material. The sexy G-string visible underneath was already sending his blood pressure soaring.
God, she was a sight to behold. Lying there in the middle of the bed in that utterly sinful nighty that would drive any sane man wild, with her golden hair sprawled across the pillow, creating a halo around her beautiful face.
There was just one problem: she was asleep. Swimming in the ocean of nightly dreams, she was completely out of it. Nic grinned. He didn't mind at all. It gave him the perfect opportunity to sit and admire her beautiful, desirable face and body, contemplating all the naughty things he wanted to do to her.
He kicked off his shoes and made his way to the bed, slipping in beside her. For a long time, he simply lay there, watching her, taking in the slow rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. In a moment, he would wake her in the most delicious way possible, his mouth and fingers together exploring her feminine core, giving her one of the most fulfilling nights of their lives.