Page 91 of Mistaken
I groan involuntarily, and my wife shivers again. “Are you cold,?????????”
Her voice is shaky, like she might be crying, but Ella answers me. “No, I’m okay.”
She’s most definitely not okay, I thought bitterly, hating myself for letting this happen to her.But I’ll do everything I can to make her feel loved.
More circles, round and round her swollen little bud until she pushes up into my mouth and I grin against her before sucking her clitoris into my mouth. My sweet bride comes almost instantly, and I slowly lick her, prolonging her orgasm as long as I can.
“You’re beautiful when you come,” I whisper in her ear, enjoying her little shudder. Bracing my forearms on either side of her head, I smile reassuringly down at her. It’s not an expression I use often and I can only hope she feels my concern. “Are you still all right,?????????Do you want me to stop?”
The tears in her eyes catch the dim light, making them almost supernaturally beautiful. “No, please don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” I promise, kissing her again. Ella has such a perfect mouth, her lush, full lips, and her sweet, timid tongue. Why haven’t I kissed her more?
Sliding my cock between her swelling lips. I rocked back and forth, nudging her clit with the head of my shaft each time. I could tell by how her knees tightened against my hips that she was ready for more, but I wasn’t in any hurry. My little sun deserved all of my attention; I would take my time.
Running my tongue up the undamaged side of her neck, I whispered bits of Russian poetry to her. I told her that I was sorry that I didn’t get to her before she was hurt. I told her I was sorry that she had suffered because of me.
Her slick was silky against my cock and I moved against her so easily, our skin was wet and sliding smoothly together. Sucking gently on each nipple again, I blew lightly on them, watching the pink tips pucker so sweetly. Ella’s leg came up to wrap around my hip and I reached down, putting my cock at the entrance to her channel, pushing as slowly as I could manage to avoid jolting her broken ribs.
o Gospodi,it was hard to not thrust up inside her. Being inside my wife was all-encompassing, the one place where everything else left my mind and the only thing I could focus on was her, the heat, her snug fit around me. My head dropped to her collarbone, breathing for a moment, trying to regain control. The relief of being inside her again, that Ella was alive, and safe… it was overwhelming.
Cradling the back of her head, I lifted it slightly to kiss her, slowly, like my hips moving into her, twining my tongue with hers, kissing her forehead, whispering how beautiful she was, how courageous. My poor Ella was weeping silently, and I kissed away each tear. When I could feel her thighs tighten even more, I knew she was close, and I whispered, “I do love you,????????,I do.”
Her uninjured arm wrapped around my neck and her channel gripped me as she came, and I groaned, filling her tight, heated center, coming harder than I’d ever come in my life.
If this was making love, I could do this. With Ella, always.
I watched her the rest of the night, she’d fallen back asleep with her head on my lap, and I wouldn’t move. Finally, when the sun rising sent rays across her face Ella flinched, waking up and tensing until she realized where she was.
“How do you feel?” I brushed her hair off of her face.
“I’m okay,” she whispered, trying to sit up. Lifting her, I settled her against the pillows and offered her some water.
“It’s time for your pain meds, Dr. Connor left them along with your antibiotics.”
Drinking until the glass was empty, Ella shook her head. “Not yet, I want a clear head to ask some questions.”
Remembering the notes about how much she’d suffered in the hospital after her accident, pride rose in me. My???????? wasstrong. Taking a deep breath, I nodded. “Ask me.”
“I remember…” her brow furrowed, “I remember Katya shooting at me before I passed out?”
“I was fortunate to get in front of you in time,” I said, “it hit me in the chest, but I had a bulletproof chest on.”
For the first time, Ella’s gaze landed on my chest. “Oh my god!” Her hand rose up and then hesitated.
“It’s fine,” I took her hand and put it on my chest. Her warm fingers carefully hovered over the blooming mess of red and purple bruising over my heart and along my side.
“This must be so painful,” she fussed, lightly pressing her palm next to the bruising.”
“It’s not bad. It’s better than the alternative.”
Ella looked up with the first smile I’d seen. “Why Maksim, was that…humor?”
I chuckled, then immediately regretted it as my ribs twinged angrily.
She looked down again at her hand resting on my chest. “Did you know who Charles was?”
“Not immediately, I was more concerned about you.”
