Chapter Thirteen
They’d been home a grand total of a week, and already their life had changed. Something at work meant Tony spent most of his days and nights at work. When he got home he locked himself in the study. When they returned, he’d spent enough time to tell her she’d be living with him permanently. She tried not to think about the nights when he didn’t come home. The press were having a field day at hinting about his getting back together with the model.
For the most part she ignored what they had to say. Nothing good ever came from listening to idle gossip. He still wouldn’t listen to her reasons for getting a job. She was going crazy being cooped up in his apartment, which was nothing more than a fancy hotel room. She needed to get out and do something with her time.
One night, she heard him get home and head straight to his study. She got out of bed and went to the kitchen. Taking down a cup, she made him a drink. The idea sounded stupid to her. She needed to see him, to talk to him and assure herself he was okay.
She didn’t knock on the door. Opening and closing the door quietly, she walked over to his desk. She placed the cup on the coaster and waited. He looked tired and worn. She wondered if he missed being with her.
“What do you want, Opal?” he asked. She watched as he began typing on his computer, a frown marring his face.
“I thought you’d like a cup of tea.” The truth was she’d woken up alone in bed and didn’t know what to do with her time. Most of her life she’d been instructed on her day to day life, and now she had to make her own decisions. Fighting the life of her parents was still as hard as if she was living with them. Opal placed the cup down at the desk and waited.
He stopped typing and stared at her. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know what to do.”
Tony stared at her as if she’d grown three heads.
“I’ve never been a wife before. I don’t know what to do.” Admitting her faults made her take a deep breath. He knew about her weakness.
He took one quick glance at his computer, sighed and pushed it farther past his desk. “I’ve been neglecting you,” he said.
“Just a little.”
Tony pulled her in front of him, her ass leaning on the edge of the desk. He loosened the sash of her robe, exposing the sheer gown she’d worn for bed. “You look good enough to eat,” he said. She watched as he rested his head on her stomach. The touch wasn’t sexual, yet to her it felt intimate.
“Is work getting really bad?” she asked.
“I don’t beg anyone for anything,” he said.
“Huh?”
“This new take-over bid wants me to get on my knees and beg for his company. I refuse to beg for anything in this world. They either beg for me or at least come to me willingly,” he said.
His hand began stroking the inside of her thigh. “Your brother came to see me today.”
“Yes.” How could she concentrate on a conversation when he was working havoc with her sense? “What did he say?”
“Asked about you. About us.”
“What did you tell him?”
“That we’re working things out.”
She breathed a sigh of relief. Richard could be a little dominating sometimes. She felt sorry for Scarlet.
He reached under her nighty and stroked her pussy. She gasped as he ran his fingers through her slit. The moment he’d started to touch her, she’d begun to get aroused. He only needed to be close by for her body to respond to his touch.
“I want you, Petal.”
“Then have me.”
She yelped as he placed her on the desk.
“I’ve missed you,” he said as he pushed her gown up to her waist. She rarely wore underwear to bed, and she was bare for him to see. Opal leaned on her elbows watching him as he played with her pubic hair, opening her outer lips to reveal her slit.
“Tell me to lick your pussy,” he said.
Opal blushed. She’d never asked anything like that from him.
“Please, I want to hear you ask me. I need to hear you ask me.”
Licking her lips, she glanced into his eyes. She saw his need reflected back at her. There was nothing he could ask that she wouldn’t do. “Lick my pussy, please.”
The words felt good and liberating. As if she’d passed a huge hurdle in her life.
“Your wish is my command.” He opened her wide and tongued her clit. She moaned as the sensation went through her whole body. He pierced her with his fingers as his tongue danced along her slit. Opal cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the desk for support. Her mind went blank to everything but the pleasure he created with his fingers, mouth and tongue.
She closed her eyes, flung her head back as the ecstasy thrilled through her. Her cries echoed off the walls, and Tony lapped her up. She heard the sounds as he drank her down.
“You taste so fucking sweet,” he said.
As always he brought her down from the high slowly. Every point sensitive. Her breasts ached, and her legs throbbed from the position. What had seemed like seconds to her had taken up so much time.
“I could do that to you all night.” He stood, unbuttoning his jeans. They’d been together for a while, and she was shocked with the fact she hadn’t seen his cock. Tony spent the time to explore her body, while his remained a mystery to her.
When he went to open her legs, she stopped him. A thought appeared in her mind.
“Wait, I want to kiss you like you do me,” she said.
“What?”
“You touch and kiss my pussy. I want to touch and kiss your cock.”
He hissed, his eyes seeming to darken from her words. “You want to suck my dick?” The harsh words affected her body. She couldn’t stop the way she responded to how he spoke.
“Yes. I want to suck your dick,” she said. Opal pushed on his chest until he sat back in his chair. She’d never done anything so daring before. Slipping off the desk and onto her knees, she stared at his long, thick prick sticking up to attention.
His shaft fascinated her. She reached out her fingers to grasp him. He was smooth to the touch but hard at the same time. The difference in the strength and feel of him amazed her. She pulled back the foreskin and saw the tip of his cock, wet.
“What’s this?” she asked.
“My cum.”
“Like mine?”
He nodded his head. Smiling, she licked along the tip where the small slit was weeping. She moaned as his taste touched her tongue. He tasted salty. Nothing disgusting, but uniquely Tony.
“Fuck. That feels good.”
She bobbed her head on the shaft relishing the moans and curses coming out of him. His hands held onto the handles of his chair. Several times she noted he went to touch her head, then stopped.
“Touch me,” she said. “I won’t break. I want you to enjoy what I’m doing to you the way I enjoy what you do to me.”
His guttural moan delighted her. Tony grabbed a fistful of her hair and began to set a pace for her to suck him.
“Touch my balls.”
Opal let go of one of his legs to cup the tight sack under his cock. He jerked in her mouth. She played with them, cupping them in her hand, testing the weight. The pace picked up as Tony grew closer to the limit. Saliva coated his cock as he hit the back of her throat. She relaxed her mouth. Allowed him to have his way with her. His cock pulsed and thickened at the back of her throat.
“Fuck. Baby, I’m going to come. If you don’t want to swallow tap me to stop me.”
She’d never tasted all of his cum. When she found her release, he accepted her without complaint. She wanted to give him this.
He cried out as his seed hit the back of her throat. Opal didn’t have time to think about what to do. Her instincts took over. She swallowed down his spunk and moaned. He looked happy and relaxed. Inside she danced for joy. She’d given him something that no one could take away from her.
Once the pulses subsided, she lifted off his shaft, resting her head on his leg.
“Come on, Petal. Let’s go to bed.” Tony lifted her in his arms as he carried her to bed. He held her through the whole night. Opal enjoyed the feel of his arms around her. Nothing could change the way she felt about him. Nothing.