“Always ready for me.” He thrusts his finger in and out of me, adding another. I throw my head back, his touch almost too much for me to handle. “Eyes on me,” he orders, causing me to immediately bring my gaze back to him.
“Give me more,” I sass him, knowing he doesn’t have the ability to hold back from me while we’re in the car. He’s just as desperate for me as I am for him.
“You don’t call the shots, Cosima,” he tells me before pulling his fingers out from inside of me.
“No.” There is no way he’s pulling this crap right now. I’m too worked up to care about who’s in charge. Before he can stop me, I grab his cock and sit on it.
“Fuck,” I faintly hear Z say once his cock is buried deep inside me. I’m too wrapped up with how good it feels to comprehend much.
Once I’ve adjusted to him, I begin to ride him. His hands grip my hips to help with my movements.
“It’s so good. You feel so good.” I moan as he drives into me, hitting me exactly where I need it.
“Show me your tits.” I halt my movements, pulling down the top of my dress for him to see. “I didn’t tell you to stop riding my cock, did I?” I let out a moan at his words and begin moving again.
I’m rewarded when I feel his lips wrap around my nipple, sucking it into his mouth. It’s too much. I go off, the orgasm courses through my body, the pleasure gripping me. Z releases my nipple from his mouth and begins thrusting into me until I feel his warm release fill me.
He pulls me into him, my head coming to rest on his shoulder as we both try to catch our breath.
After a few seconds, Z nuzzles me, looking for my mouth. I lift my head, giving him what he wants. This time the kiss is slow and sweet, and I know whatever happens, in the end it will be Z and me.
We’ll face what we have to, but no matter the fallout, he is and will always be my husband.
Chapter Eighteen
Z
When we pull up to the house, I know there is going to be an issue. It might not be an issue for anyone else, but it is going to be one for me. I can already sense it. I can also bet that Rochelle and Dario will be here tonight.
“Welcome back,” War says when I enter the house behind Cosima. It shouldn’t appear strange to anyone that I brought Cosima home from the airport. I often did when she came home.
“Hey.” Cosima goes to War, giving him a hug. Normally War would give a back-pat, but he actually fully embraces her. It’s safe to say his wife is changing him, making him softer. The same can’t be said for me.
It’s not that Cosima is making me more edgy and pissed off. I’m just getting worse at hiding it. She’s making the real me come out to play.
“How was Italy?”
“It was fun, but why do you always have to send this one to collect me?” Cosima points her thumb over her shoulder at me.
“Don’t be a brat.”
“Don’t be a dick.”
Cosima is truly putting on an impressive performance. War is aware that I've been in Italy with Cosima. We hadn't gotten toodeep into what he knows about our relationship. I sidetracked that conversation, and not on purpose.
That said, there are people lingering around. A few of the men have been here for decades and hold a strong loyalty to Dario. War has been transitioning them out. I don't blame him. I'd want the men in my home to be loyal to me over anyone else.
"It's good to see some things never change." War shakes his head at us. I'd given him a heads-up that Cosima wanted to keep things quiet about us for now. He didn't push for why; it's not really his style. If it doesn't affect his life, he won't insert himself.
"Is there a party you forgot to tell me about?" Cosima asks.
"My wife will fill you in on the details. You know you're more than welcome." I can't help that pang of envy I have over him being able to openly call Tova his wife—in time, I remind myself.
"Of course I am," Cosima says playfully as her eyes swing back to me. "But is he invited?" She smirks, and not a playful one.
I guess she really does want that spanking. My cock tries to come alive at the thought. I might need to see a doctor. This is becoming an issue.
"Cosima!" Tova squeals before War gets the chance to respond to her, but we already know the answer.
