Shanora Williams

If only I could stay in this dream forever. I’d make you mine in every way.

He doesn’t buy into it. He rinses off his dish, then pulls his cell phone out. I don’t know what he’s doing but I think he’s only scrolling through it so he doesn’t have to look at me.

When I finish my food, I take my plate to the sink, walking past him. He slides away, sighing as he tucks his phone in his pocket again. I hate the silence. He knew this would happen.

“Why are you so mad about a phone call?” I demand, and I’m really annoyed now.

“I’m not,” he mutters.

“Clearly you are, Marcel. I’m sure you knew he would call eventually. He is my husband!”

He glares down at me, his upper lip twitching. I’m certain I’ve said the wrong thing because in an instant he’s picking me up by the waist and placing my ass right down on the countertop.

He points a finger in my face, still staring at me. “Shove that into my face one more fuckin’ time, Gabby, and I swear to God I’m goin’ to lose my shit.” He’s seething, blind with rage. I think he’s already lost his shit.

“It’s true, Marcel! Why pretend it isn’t the truth?”

“Because I don’t like thinkin’ about that shit! How do you not get that by now?”

I swallow thickly as he pulls his hand away, raking both hands through his full head of hair. “I can’t stand the thought of you going back to him. I was thinkin’ about it last night, after you passed out. Every time I did, it pissed me off more and more.” He sweeps his eyes all over me, then brings his gaze back to my face. “I want you all to my fuckin’ self, Gabby, but I know you’ll never leave him. You could, but you won’t. Not for someone like me.”

My breathing falters as he moves closer. He brings me to the edge of the counter by the waist and starts to undo the tie of my satin pink robe. His hand moves down the lapel of the robe before peeling it open. It falls halfway down my arms, and he locks his eyes on my exposed breasts, sighing.

“I can’t stand the thought of it,” he mumbles, bringing his mouth to the curve of my neck.

“I know, but I can’t just leave him,” I moan, holding the back of his head.

“You can. You’re just too afraid to.”

“We’ve just met, Marcel. You and me.” I sigh as he drops his head and sucks my nipple into his mouth.

“Don’t give a fuck. Feels like I’ve known you for years.”

A breath shudders out of me. I can’t argue with him. He’ll always have something to say to back himself up.

“I want you to myself,” he mumbles again, and then reaches into his shorts to pull his cock out. An arm wraps around my waist and he brings me as close as he can to the edge of the counter, just enough so that I don’t fall.

I moan as he pushes into me, no resistance and no hesitation. His mouth is on my cheek, his arm tightening around me. He’s holding me so close, like he never wants to let go, all while his cock fills me up.

“You have me right now,” I tell him through a moan.

“I don’t just want right now. I want you forever.” He thrusts harder. “I know how I make you feel. I know you’d never feel it with him, no matter how hard you tried to make it happen. I’ve already ruined you for him.”

He’s right. He’s so right, but I can’t admit to that.

Another thrust.

Another moan.

A deeper groan.

“You’re everything I never knew I wanted.” He shudders a breath, pressing his forehead to mine. Our eyes connect. “It’s just my luck that the woman I really want is already taken by someone else.”

His words are heartbreaking, but they only fuel his desire. I don’t want to think about it anymore. I don’t want to think about the fact that after I leave here, we won’t be alone anymore, so I cup his face in my hands and kiss him, and as if my kiss is all he needs, he picks me up off the counter, slowly gliding my pussy up, and then back down his shaft. He does it repeatedly while our lips are still connected, hungry and primal.

He stiffens only seconds later, pulling his mouth away, and a breathy groan spills out of him. Rigidly, he lifts me up and down, filling me up all over again. Our favorite position. Primal and feral, like animals.

“You have me,” I breathe when he pulls out and places me on the counter again. I’m still holding his face. Our foreheads are touching.

“But only for now,” he mumbles. “It’s bullshit.”

I close my eyes. “Don’t do this, Marcel. Please.”

“Do what?”

“Make this harder for me. At least I came to you. I chose you over him right now.”