Contract And Marriage

Sarina

I was just staring at Maximus, and he couldn’t bring himself to look back at me. We had returned to our hotel room, and from the moment we left his brother’s house until now, he remained silent until now, when we were getting ready for bed. In contrast, we both sat on opposite sides of the bed. What could he be thinking? I should be the one who feels awkward since I think he is blind and I am doing something he couldn’t see when I am still working for him. But I should also be angry at him for making me look foolish.

My eyes suddenly narrowed as I thought about it while staring at him, and it just so happened that he looked at me, causing his eyes to widen before looking away. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I called out to him. “Maximus!” I said loudly to make sure he couldn’t pretend he didn’t hear me.

He jolted in surprise before speaking. “I can explain, my wife. I didn’t mean to deceive you. As Mariano said, I did it because I wanted Midori to leave me alone. I couldn’t tell Grandma that I didn’t want to marry the woman she wanted for me because I knew she would just insist on her choice.” I gaped at how quickly he spoke as if he didn’t know how to explain.

“You were stripping in front of me, Maximus!” I snapped at him, and he scratched his head, grinning like a child.

“I wanted to seduce you.” I froze at his words. And why did he want to seduce me? “The first time I saw you in the hospital, I was struck here.” He pointed at his heart, facing me fully. I was touched by that, but then I saw his finger slowly sliding down, and I followed its path until it reached his manhood.

My eyes widened, and I shouted, “You’re such a pervert!” Then I threw the pillow I could reach at him. It was frustrating because he caught and hugged it while grinning at me. Suddenly, I wondered, had he been lusting after me all this time? What kind of thoughts did Maximus have? Did I look seductive when I was working as his nurse? I should feel disgusted, but his confession made me feel beautiful and sexy.

If it was another man, I would have called the police or sued him for harassment. But this man is so damn sexy as he slides his hand down to his dick earlier. Oh shit! This is insane. I’m really so into him now!

“You were wearing your scrub suit then, talking to another nurse and laughing because of what she was telling you while standing at the nurse’s station on the 5th floor of the hospital. Your mouth was wide open in laughter, not caring that a handsome man like me was around and watching you. My dick suddenly hardened, and I wondered what it would feel like in your mouth-”

“Ahhh!!!!!!!!!” I screamed, covering my ears as he laughed. “You’re really a pervert, Maximus!!!” I thought he would say super sweet things about falling in love at first sight!

“But of course, I don’t think about that now,” he said, so I lowered my hands from my ears.

With one eyebrow raised, I asked him, “Are you sure?”

He nodded and smiled mischievously, causing my brows to knit together again. “Because I already know how good it feels when it’s in your mouth-” He didn’t finish his sentence because I threw the pillow at him again, this time hitting his face. “Ouch, my wife!” he complained.

“That’s what you deserve because you’re such a pervert. I don’t know what to do with you, Maximus!” I said, glaring at him. I asked for the pillows from him, and he handed them to me. I arranged them on the bed and leaned against the headboard.

He did the same and sat beside me before pulling me close and wrapping his arm around me, gently stroking my arm. I didn’t play hard to get and rested my head on his broad chest. “I didn’t intend to deceive you but to end Grandma’s obsession with my marriage with Midori. Honestly, it was hard for me to pretend to be blind and crippled.”

I took a deep breath before responding, “Why did you let your relationship with that bowlegged woman drag on?” I heard him chuckle before answering.

“I always let her catch me with other women, hoping she’d break up with me willingly. But what can I do? She wanted to have a taste of me?” he answered arrogantly. Well, he’s handsome, muscular, and rich. He has all the right to do so.

I looked at him and said, “And you wanted her to!”

“No! Believe it or not, nothing happened between us while we were together. I always told her I respected her because Grandma approved of her. But the truth is, I purposely didn’t touch her because I was afraid she might try to get pregnant on purpose, and I wouldn’t be able to get rid of her.”

I lifted myself from resting against him and faced him, “So you’re saying your first kiss was during that fake therapy session when I caught you two?” I asked him. “You weren’t blind, and you knew that bowlegged woman was kissing you then.”

“It didn’t even land, promise. You just thought it did because of the angle. But it didn’t really happen. I was so nervous then because I had to keep pretending in front of her alone in the room. So I was very thankful that you suddenly arrived!” he replied quickly. I looked into his eyes to see if he was telling the truth, and I could see he was sincere.

“Why didn’t you tell me immediately so I wouldn’t look like a fool? I could have helped you keep the truth hidden, and it wouldn’t have been so hard for me. Imagine all the things I did for you! Especially when I helped lift you from your wheelchair!”

“I thought it would be better if fewer people knew. You were so feisty; how could I think of telling you and conspiring with you? Besides, how could I seduce you if you knew everything?”

“No wonder I felt like you could see me whenever you looked at me. It turns out you really could see me!”

“And I could see when you were threatening to punch me and sticking your tongue out. You don’t know how much self-control it took to keep myself from grabbing you and kissing you and sucking that tongue of yours. Didn’t you notice I always did that to you?” he said, and I was shocked. Of course, I noticed.

He didn’t take his eyes off mine, and neither did I. His gaze was so alluring and intense; it was as if he was pulling me under some spell he was using. He pulled me closer, causing me to fall onto his chest, but our eyes remained locked.

“Only with you, my wife, only with you, do I feel such intense desire. My dick won’t even get hard if it’s not you.” I knew his words were vulgar. But I couldn’t feel that because of the seriousness on his face. I was so captivated by his words, and I must admit, my clit was tingling with excitement because of them.

Slowly, I raised my hand and caressed his cheek. “I love you so much, my wife,” he said sincerely before holding my hand on his cheek and pressing it against his face as he closed his eyes. “I really, really love you so much, Mrs. Sarina Marcelo Lardizabal. And I want you to be mine alone, no matter what happens, even after our contract ends; I will never allow you to leave me,” he said, opening his eyes.

Is this what they call heart-wrenching but in a good way? I feel like my heart will explode out of happiness cause of his love confessions, which I thought he never felt for me. I thought he was just a perverted man who wanted nothing but sex. But hearing him say those words is like melodies to my favorite music that only he could play.

I saw him lift himself from leaning against the headboard before releasing my hand from his cheek and pulling me by the nape before we dived into a deep kiss. I closed my eyes slowly, savoring every moment as he deepened the kiss.

As the kiss grew deeper and deeper, I found myself on top of him, still kissing passionately. My hands alternated between caressing his cheeks, neck, and shoulders while his hands roamed my body.

He pulled up my one-piece nightwear, and I raised my hands to let him completely remove it. We paused the kiss briefly, and then I resumed swirling my tongue inside his mouth after slipping it in first.

I intentionally rubbed my flat chest against his bare body; it’s my way of enticing him, which under different circumstances will make me think it would be ineffective. Now, I wished I had fuller breasts to drive this man even crazier for me.

“Fuck, my wife. I really like how flat-chested you are. I could play and suck in your nipples right away,” he said after we kissed, his fingers playing with my nipples. Shit! I take back my wish; it’s okay not to have full breasts as long as I have nipples.

“What are you waiting for, my husband? Suck them now.” He smiled before devouring my chest. I literally pulled his hair when I felt the heat of his mouth envelop one of my nipples. I could feel his hardness against me as I kept rubbing my womanhood on him, making me even hotter.

I arched my back, holding onto his shoulders as he sucked, played with my other nipple with his thumb and pinky, and inserted a finger into my womanhood. Damn, he reached it? His hand supporting my back moved to my butt, and from there, his finger reached my opening. My husband really knows how to do things differently.

It felt like the dizzying sensation from what my husband was doing to me was becoming a part of my body. He ensured I would enjoy everything he did to me, so I also tried to pleasure him in the way I knew.

I was soaking wet, and I knew he was rock hard. He wanted to enter me, so I pushed him down before sliding down and pulling his pajama pants off, tossing them aside. I stared at his throbbing manhood, unable to stop myself from wetting my lips with my tongue, salivating over it.

“Fuck, my wife, what are you thinking?” he asked, making me look at him.

“Whatever you’re thinking.” And without another word, I positioned myself on top of him again, facing his eagerly waiting member with my back to him. “We’ll go 69, my husband,” I added, looking over my shoulder.

“Fuck! Shit!” he said before I leaned over his dick and moved my lower body forward until it reached his face before taking his penis into my mouth.

“Ahh…” I moaned while his cock was still in my mouth when he suddenly licked the little cut in my cunt. Shit! How did I come up with this? How can I do what I want if I keep moaning because of what he’s doing to me?

I couldn’t give him a proper blowjob because of the pleasure he was giving me. “Ahh, shit, my husband, I don’t know what to do,” I said because he kept eating me out. It’s hard to do a 69. I thought it was that simple. How could my classmates back in college talk about this as if it was an easy, pissy thing to do?Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“You can stop what you are doing now, my wife, and let me do it my way.” Then I felt his tongue on my womanhood again, along with his finger entering my opening. Now I was literally bent over him, but I occasionally licked his penis, begging to be sucked again.

“My husband, please fuck me now…” I couldn’t hold it in any longer and said it. Then I felt him move as if he was about to sit up, so I lifted my body slightly to let him do what he wanted. He didn’t change my position until he finally knelt behind me and roughly thrust his manhood. “Ohh, Maximus, that feels so good!”

“Do you like it this way, my wife?” he asked, and I quickly nodded. “Just tell me what you want, and I’ll do everything for you, my wife.” He kept thrusting deeply, faster and faster, until we both reached the peak of our pleasure.

Exhausted, panting, and catching our breath. That’s how Maximus and I felt as we lay down. Our bodies had come together repeatedly, and I was sure we’d be at it until morning if we didn’t stop.

I hugged him, and he hugged me back. We stayed like that for a few minutes before he attempted to stand. “Where are you going?” I asked.

“I’ll just get a cloth to clean you up.” I shook my head and tightened my embrace around him.

“No need, stay here,” I replied, pulling him closer. I didn’t want him to get up and leave me even for a second. I wanted to feel his skin against mine.

“You’ll feel sticky,”

“It’s okay. It’s because of you, and I love the feeling.” I didn’t hear anything from him. He always cleans me up after we make love, yes, it feels gross, but that’s only because I can feel our juices leaking out of my vagina. But I also love that it felt sticky because we made love.

I felt his embrace tighten as if he didn’t want to lose me, making me think that he wanted another round, but I felt sore already. “I’m tired, my husband. Let’s rest.”

“Okay, my wife.” I smiled after that, feeling my eyes getting heavier. I was really sleepy.

“I love you, Sarina…” I heard him say.

“Umm…” I moaned in response but felt his deep sigh. I think I need to tell him about how I feel about him, too, right? So, “My husband?” I softly called him.

“Yes, my wife?” he calmly replied.

“I love you, my husband. I love you too, Maximus Lardizabal…” and then nothing.