The Beautiful Billionaire

LINDEN

We arrived in Sardinia this morning. It was a long flight, but I knew we both wanted to get away from work and hassles for a while, even if this trip was not only for our honeymoon, but she didn’t have to know right now.

She was exhausted, but the doctor permitted her to travel even long flights. We had the best villa with the best view of the ocean. The beach and ocean always reminded me of how we met. It always played a significant impact on our relationship.

We went strolling to the private beach, and thanks to Moses’ connection, we had all to ourselves. I spread the blanket instead of the lounger. Without a word, she dropped her bag and lay on her tummy.

“Baby-”

“What?” She snapped, raised her head, and met my gaze.

“Are you sure it’s okay to lie on your tummy?”

“She’s protected with hundreds of milliliters of amniotic fluid inside my uterus and tummy. She’s floating, actually, so she’s well protected, husband.” She glared before she lay back.

“Okay.” I blew a breath before I sat next to her. “What pissed you off today?”

“Just rub the damn thing on my back.”

“Tell me, Estelle. I can read body language but not mind. What’s going on?” I stopped. “Wait. Did you say she?”

“Well, I supposed it’s a she, but how would I know?”

I grabbed the sunscreen from her bag and squeezed a good amount before I rubbed my hands and applied it on her back. “Remember when we went boat riding?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“I never had fun in a long time, and you were just gorgeous, but having a constant hard-on and you in yellow swimsuits didn’t just help my case.”

“I’m still in yellow swimsuits, but with a growing belly, and soon will have stretchmarks all over my tummy, my thighs, my ass, and my boobs. Not beautiful anymore.”

I let go of a shaky sigh. I paid attention to her shoulders. “You will always be beautiful even with imperfections. You will always be beautiful with the marks of your sacrifices of bearing our child. I will never disregard that.”

“You just said that because you badly wanted a wife and a child.”

I chuckled. “That might be true, but I also want you. That’s the fact. Now that we’re going to have a baby, I want you more. I need you more.”

“For a year, yeah. That’s absolute desperation.”

I blow a breath, ignoring the pain in my chest. I knew what she meant. She was throwing back what I said. She didn’t know how desperate I wanted to take those words back, but it was stuck in her head, which was what had been bothering her. I hurt her and didn’t know how to mend that pain. I made her happy once but fucked it up twice.

Once I was done with the sunscreen, I tucked the loose strands behind her hair as I felt a lot of emotions altogether, and they messed up my head. Those emotions were new to me, and I didn’t know what to do with them.

I leaned down to kiss the top of my head. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“I didn’t mean to say those words. I’d never been so reckless with my words, but my emotions and the thought of you and our child in the hand of another man, I couldn’t take it. All I could think was how he would mistreat you and our baby. I’d never been possessive, controlling, or out of control, but that day, I went ballistic. I’m taking those words back.”

“Which one? You said a lot of things, Gabriel.”

“I know, baby. And I said those words, so those words that hurt you ended up hurting me. I hope one day you will find it in your heart to forgive me.”This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

“Let’s just take advantage and enjoy the place.” She got up, held my knees, and spread them apart so that she could settle between my legs.

“That’s the best idea.” I delightedly welcomed her, wrapped my arms around her, and kissed her shoulder.

I looked at the guys, hoping they got my message. I took Quinn, Lynx, and Qamar, while Sax and Kye came because they wanted to have fun than work.

Estelle grabbed her phone, and I knew what was next to come.

“Why do you need your phone?”

“Memories, Gabriel Rembrandt.”

My chest rumbled as I tried not to laugh hard. “If you say so.” I looked at my ring and her wedding band. I made the best choice. The pear-cut engagement ring I chose didn’t have a big stone, but I ordered it from Africa because, apparently, the natural earth-mined pink diamond was rare. Her eternity band had pink diamond pieces too.

“I love it if you are looking for a compliment.”

I smiled. “I wasn’t.”

She showed me the picture she just took and captured it while I looked at her finger.

“You didn’t say anything. I thought because it’s not five-carat, it wasn’t a statement for a billionaire wife.”

“Jeez. You can give me a plastic ring, and I will gladly take it. I don’t care if it’s worth one dollar as long as it comes from you.”

“Thank you.”

“It’s so pretty, actually.” She raised her hand, and the ring sparkled in the sun. “I take it back. It’s spectacular.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

When she turned to me, I leaned in and kissed her. She kissed me back. For the first time since we married, all those worries and eternal heartaches disappeared. I felt this kiss before. It was gratitude, contentment, happiness, and devotion.

***

I joined her in the shower behind her, and she instantly felt my presence. “For the mother earth.”

“I don’t think we’re gonna save water.” She took my hands and placed them on her breasts. I cupped them quickly as if I’d been longing for them. Yes, I was. I hadn’t touched her for almost a week. I couldn’t take advantage when she was angry at me. I wouldn’t use sex or her to relieve the emptiness in my chest.

“Then we just have to make it fast here and then take our time in bed.” When I joined her, I wasn’t after a quickie. With Estelle, my wife, no word as quickie in my head. I swiped her hair to the other side and began kissing over her shoulder towards her neck while my hands kneaded her breasts. They were heavier, firmer, and warm, maybe changes because of her pregnancy.

She turned her head so that I could kiss her lips. With my heart racing, I pulled her closer, pressed my body against her, and we always fit right. Our kiss was slow, full of passion, and filled with desire.

My cock was already rock hard, but I took time kissing her, rubbing against her ass. When a moan escaped her lips, I turned her around, breaking the kiss. My mouth went instantly to her breast, capturing it, suckling, and nibbling her nipple, and her hands came to my hair, pushing my face against her chest and then down.

I knew exactly what she wanted. Nothing made me more horny for a woman who knew what she wanted. When I made my proposal, I didn’t go on one knee. I could always do to give the pleasure she craved.

“Oh, God. Gabriel!” I covered her pussy with my mouth. Her taste instantly flooded my taste bud. With my hand on her ass, holding her in place, the other spreading her pussy lips with my fingers.

I groaned in satisfaction as she pushed my face into her pussy. Her moans continued, she started gasping, and I didn’t wanna stop until she came all over my mouth. I licked her and fucked her with my tongue, and bit gently her clit before I sucked it hard. Her muscles were cramped.

“Gabriel. Fuck!” I stopped, my heart in my throat as I looked up to her, even if the water was spraying into my eyes.

“Why did you stop?” She sounded pissed.

“I thought I hurt you.”

“The only thing that can hurt me is if you won’t make me come.” I reminded myself not to piss off a pregnant woman because she was fucking sexy as hell and angry like a mad bull.

“Noted, ma’am.” I lifted her leg over my shoulder, eating her again. At this angle, I could fuck her with my mouth to her orgasm. I voraciously attacked her, sucked her, nibbled her. As I lashed her clit with my tongue, a wail from her echoed in the bathroom. Her body quaked. Powerful ripples of ecstasy rocketed through her.

Before she fell, I caught her in my arms and took her out of the bathroom. With dripping water all over the floor, I didn’t pay much attention. I placed her down on the bed and crawled into her. She welcomed me with her spread legs, showing me her pink swollen pussy that I could still taste on my tongue.

I didn’t waste any more seconds. I gripped her hips and pressed the head of my cock into her pussy, and plunged in so deeply, making her cry out.

“Shit!” I pulled out as if I had burned myself. The room fell into silence, and her eyes grew wide.

“What’s wrong with you? If you say about my pregnancy one more time, I swear to God! I’m going to kick you in your chest right now.”

“Well, in my defense, I haven’t had sex with a pregnant before. I just wanna make sure it’s okay if I get a little rougher.”

Her face softened. “It’s okay. It’s safe. I won’t let you if my doctor forbids me.”

“Thank fuck.” I plunged into her again and again, and each time, I felt deeper. And she kept moaning. I could last for minutes, even for hours, because my wife was just irresistible, and being with her was the best fucking thing I had ever felt in my life.

Even the word wife was still foreign in my ears but not my heart. I kept checking myself if I was just dreaming or not.

“Baby, I’m close.”

“I know, baby.” I thrust into her faster and harder, and her second orgasm started brewing deep inside her, and she moaned with my name on it. Nothing felt so prouder than watching your woman lost in the pleasure of what you did.

“Don’t stop. Oh, God!”

“Fuck, baby. Yes!” I grunted in praise. Her inner muscles locked tight around my cock, and it kept me going, fucking her harder.

She exploded again.

The bed creaked. My teeth rattled as I planted my cock deep inside her. My fingers dug deep as I felt I was close. My balls were heavy. My muscles locked tight.

My heart was about to explode.

My cock swelled.

One hard thrust was what it got. An animalistic roar erupted from me as my orgasm pulsed through me. I continued to rock into her, releasing the remaining tremors.

I collapsed onto her, and her hands came to my back. Still panting, I kissed her jaw and murmured, “Am I crushing you?”

“Just my pussy.”

My body shook. When I thought I was the only one who silently laughed, I was wrong.

“That’s my pussy too, baby.”