Book 2: So, this is Forever
13 – BB
Becky's POV
Immersed in the seductive enchantment of Freen's kiss, time seemed to stretch infinitely. The echoes of Mark's advances faded, and the external world became an abstract backdrop. Freen's hands, like skilled artisans, traced the curves of my body, rekindling a smoldering fire that had been momentarily extinguished for the past six months.
Breaking away from the kiss, Freen's eyes held a spark that spoke volumes. "Can I have you, baby?" she whispered, her words lingering in the charged air, dripping with desire and aching longing.
The intimacy of the moment deepened, creating an irresistible magnetic pull that drew us into an embrace without reservation. There was no room for hesitation or restraint; in that shared vulnerability, we surrendered to the passion that had been patiently waiting to be reignited.
Cupping her face, I responded with a sultry smile, "No need to ask, I'm all yours, babe." With a deliberate motion, I unfurled the strap of my dress, exposing the enticing curve of my breasts. The room was filled with a palpable tension as Freen's eyes widened, a mixture of admiration and desire illuminating her gaze. She bit her lower lip, a subtle acknowledgment of the ecstasy that awaited us in this secret haven we had fashioned within the walls of my office.
"Shit, you're killing me, my love!" she uttered, releasing a deep, sultry sigh. But before I could respond, she silenced me with a kiss that ignited a fierce response from within. Our lips melded together, creating a symphony of passion and desire.
I felt the warmth of her hand, a skilled caress that found its way to my breast, teasing and kneading my nipples. A moan escaped my lips, surrendering to the intoxicating sensations she orchestrated. Freen, seizing the opportunity, let her tongue triumph in our dance, sensually exploring the depths of my mouth.
In need of breath, she parted our now swollen lips, her eyes ablaze with desire. With a swift and confident motion, she lifted me, and we moved to a small, private room within my office.
She laid me down on the bed as though I were the most delicate thing, and without hesitation, she swiftly ripped the dress that still clung to the lower half of my body.
"Freeeeeeeennn! That was expensive!" I exclaimed, my protest lost in a mixture of laughter and surprise, while I gently held her face, which hovered just above mine.
"I fucking don't care! That dress let that man feast with my favorites!" she responded with a mischievous glint in her eyes, punctuating her words with soft kisses on top of my breast.
"Baby, I wore that to tease you," I chuckled.
She looked up, meeting my gaze with a raised eyebrow. "Tease me?"
"Yes, Sarocha! Because this morning you turned me on and left me like nothing happened. I thought you didn't want me, so I wanted you to drool over me, Mrs. Chankimha!" I quickly answered, a playful spark in my eyes mirroring the banter between us.
As I finished my words, Freen's mischievous grin widened, and she leaned in to capture my lips in a lingering kiss. The remnants of the torn dress scattered around us were a testament to the fiery passion that had ignited between us.
"Baby, you know I always want you," she whispered against my lips. Shifting her attention, she trailed a path of kisses along my collarbone, her touch both tender and electrifying.
"I just thought you might not be ready yet," she murmured, placing a kiss on my belly button.
"But now... Even if you're not," she said, her voice husky with desire, as she kissed my inner thigh.
"I'll make you." With a swift movement, she moved aside my underwear and tenderly kissed my bare center, the room filled with the charged anticipation of the intimate moment unfolding between us.
As I felt her lips on my folds, an involuntary arch rippled through my body, and a moan escaped my lips, "Fr-Freen."
"I missed you, BB," she declared, talking to my center. Damn, I had forgotten she named my pussy right after my last orgasm on our first night as a married couple.
"You're still so sweet as I remember, my BB" she remarked, her words dripping with playful affection.
"S-stop it, Sarocha," I uttered, my voice a mix of pleasure and a feeble attempt to maintain composure.
She smirked, looking up at me. "Don't be embarrassed. Let me show you how I missed my BB." She teased my center with deliberate licks and sucked on my now erect clitoris, each motion sending waves of pleasure through me. The room was filled with the tantalizing scent of desire, and the symphony of our shared pleasure unfolded in the intimate space we had created.
She inserted two fingers into my center, continuing her artful exploration of my sensitive bundle. It vibrated to life within me, sending shockwaves of pleasure that reverberated through every fiber of my being. I writhed beneath her touch, lost in the ecstasy she effortlessly summoned.
"Oh fuckkk!! Yes, just like that—ngh! Don't fucking stop!" I gasped, the intensity of pleasure building with each passing moment.
Undeterred, she continued her expert ministrations, alternating between gentle strokes and more assertive actions that drove me to the brink of ecstasy.
"Cum for me, baby," she panted in between kisses to my core.
With a final, skillful maneuver, she brought me to the peak of ecstasy, my body pulsating with the waves of pleasure she had orchestrated.
"Ahhh! Ugh! Fr-Freeeenn!!" I scream her name as I squirt.
Freen, with a triumphant smile, slowly withdrew her fingers from my entrance. Bringing them to her lips, she sensually sucked the lingering juices.
She kissed her way back up, and when our eyes met again, she declared, "You are only mine, my dear wife, Mrs. Rebecca Patricia Armstrong Chankimha." Her words hung in the air, sealing the intimate moment with a proclamation of our exclusive connection.
As Freen's declaration lingered in the air, a profound sense of intimacy enveloped us. I gazed into her eyes, finding reassurance and love in the depths of her gaze.
Freen cradled me in her arms, and in that tender moment, our connection transcended the physical. She traced gentle patterns on my skin, a silent affirmation of our bond.
"I love you, Babe" Freen whispered, her voice carrying the weight of sincerity and devotion. The softness of her words echoed through the room, creating a sanctuary where our love flourished.
"I love you too, Baby," I responded, my heart swelling with gratitude for the woman who had become my confidante, lover, and lifelong partner.
In the quiet aftermath, we shared sweet kisses, each one a reaffirmation of our commitment.
In moments like these, I am thankful I persuaded my wife to have a small room installed in her office; a space initially intended for moments she needs to rest comfortably—but now it served better purpose—to make love to her!
"Still up for lunch out?" she inquired, maintaining the embrace after our intimate moment.
"Can we opt for delivery, babe?" I requested. "You've left me a bit drained; I need a rest and a quick shower to prep for the conference," I explained.
"Sure thing. Let me pick a less alluring dress from your backup collection. I might struggle to keep my hands to myself," she responded, injecting a playful tone to lighten the atmosphere.
As Freen gently pulled away, a teasing glance accompanied her words. "You better behave, or we might just end up staying in this office all day." I giggled. "By the way, you're still in your current outfit, but I think a change is due, babe," I playfully advised Freen.
Chuckling, I observed as she perused the wardrobe, seeking suitable attire for both of us.
Having made her selections, Freen turned to me with a mischievous smile. "How about this one? It strikes the right balance between professional and attractive, don't you think?" she quipped, showcasing a dress that exuded both sophistication and allure.
"And as for me," she continued, revealing an elegant lady suit. "What do you reckon?"
"That'll do," I replied with a smirk, appreciating her choices.
"Let me arrange some food delivery, and then you can take your time to freshen up. We've got a conference to conquer, Mrs. Chankimha." she declared.
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Freen's POV
"Thank you all for your attention. This concludes the official statement from Chankimha Group of Companies. Any further inquiries can be directed to my Chief Executive Officer, who will provide answers with the utmost transparency and truthfulness within the bounds of confidentiality. Once again, I appreciate everyone's presence here today." With those words, I concluded my address at the media conference. I then took my wife's hand, and together, we gracefully stepped down from the stage.
As we descended from the stage, the room buzzed with the murmur of journalists eager to digest the information shared. The weight of the moment lingered in the air, but I felt a sense of assurance knowing that we had approached the situation with sincerity and openness.
My wife and I navigated through the crowd, acknowledging nods and receiving the occasional question. The journalists were keen to get more details, but I maintained a composed demeanor, deferring further inquiries to my capable Chief Executive Officer.
Outside the conference room, the atmosphere shifted, and the immediate pressure subsided. My Chief Executive Officer, well-prepared for the ensuing interactions, stepped forward to engage with the awaiting journalists. I observed from a distance as he fielded questions with poise.
The path forward would require a collective effort from our team, stakeholders, and the public. As we embarked on this journey, I was determined to lead with integrity, addressing concerns and fostering trust.
The echoes of the media conference reverberated in my mind, and I knew that the journey toward resolution and progress had just begun. Together with my dedicated team and the support of the community, we would navigate through the complexities, guided by the principles that defined Chankimha Group of Companies.
"Are you okay, babe?" my wife asked, her concern evident in her eyes as we settled into the next room of the venue.
I sighed, offering a reassuring smile, "Yes, baby. I appreciate your support." I gently squeezed her hand, grateful for her presence throughout the press conference. "Thank you for being with me."
She nodded understandingly, her touch soothing as she caressed my arms. "Always, baby."
"Today I ended a chapter, but another has began. It's time to fix and rehabilitate the company to it's prime state. " I uttered
She nodded, her eyes reflecting a blend of pride and understanding. "I have no doubt that you'll lead the company to new heights. It takes courage to make difficult decisions, and I believe in you."
Encouraged by her words, I felt a renewed sense of determination.
"Do you wanna go home now?" I asked.
"Yes, I'll cook your favorite for dinner" she smiled.
"Can you have Anna cook instead, baby?" I asked her.
"Don't you want me to cook for you anymore?" she responded with a pout.
I kissed her pout. "Don't sulk. I don't want you to get tired cooking. And I want it to be ready when we arrive."
She chuckled, the corners of her lips turning upward. "Alright, but only because you asked nicely."
We strolled to the car, the evening air carrying a mix of tension and anticipation. The drive home was accompanied by a comfortable silence, each of us immersed in our thoughts.
Entering the house, the aroma of our favorite dish enveloped us, and I couldn't help but smile at the comforting ambiance. Anna greeted us with a friendly nod, and my wife went to join her in the kitchen while I settled into the living room, reflecting on the day's events.
Soon, the energizing voice of our daughter echoed through the house. "Dada, you're back! Where is Mommy?" she asked.
"I'm here, sweetheart!" Becky responded, emerging from the kitchen with the salmon aglio olio.
"Mommy, that smells good," our daughter exclaimed, her eyes wide with excitement. The three of us gathered around the table, the evening unfolding into a scene of familial warmth and joy.
We enjoyed the delicious meal, the stress of the day began to dissipate. Laughter and chatter filled the air, creating a sanctuary of love and connection. It was a reminder that, amidst the challenges, the love of family and the support of each other could turn an ordinary evening into something extraordinary.
As we finished our dinner and stood up, I gently took my wife's hand, and she gazed at me. "Thank you, and I love you, baby," I whispered.
She squeezed my hand in acknowledgment, "I love you too, babe." her eyes reflecting a depth of understanding and unwavering support.
Our daughter, caught up in the contagious energy of the moment, chimed in, "How about me, Dada, Mommy? Don't you love Zea too?" She looked at both of us, her eyes wide with anticipation.
We chuckled, exchanging affectionate glances. "Of course, we love you, Zea," my wife responded, reaching out to ruffle our daughter's hair. "You're the sparkle in our love story."
Zea beamed, her face lighting up with joy. "Yay! Family hug!" she exclaimed, opening her arms wide.
The three of us gathered in a tight embrace, creating a cocoon of love and warmth. In that moment, I felt a profound sense of gratitude for the family we had built—a sanctuary of love that weathered storms and celebrated joys.
As we lingered in the embrace, I couldn't help but marvel at the simplicity and beauty of these everyday moments. The laughter of our daughter, the shared love between my wife and me—these were the threads weaving together the tapestry of our lives.
With the family hug complete, we settled into a cozy evening, cherishing each other's company. The challenges of the day seemed to fade away, replaced by the soothing balm of love and togetherness.
We prepared for bedtime and tucked Zea into her favorite blanket, my wife and I exchanged a glance filled with unspoken promises. We whispered words of love to our daughter, watching as her eyes fluttered closed in peaceful slumber.
Entering our room, I decided to add a playful twist to the evening. I scooped up my wife, lifting her in a bridal position. She was startled and screamed, "Oh my! Freeeennn!!"
I just smirked and gently let her down to stand just beside our bed.
"What are you doing? You startled me, babe," she said with a playful mix of surprise and amusement.
I pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, followed by a playful nip at her nose and a series of gentle pecks on her cheeks, savoring those sweet moments of affection. Eventually, I indulged in a soft nibble of her earlobe, whispering, "You know... I still miss... my... BB."
Her response was a delightful giggle, a melodic sound that echoed in the serene confines of our room. Drawing her closer, I leaned in, capturing her lips in a tender kiss, allowing the warmth of our connection to envelop us. It was a night that unfolded leisurely before us, a canvas awaiting the strokes of our shared emotions.
As the night deepened, our connection matured, the tender exchanges of love and the rhythmic cadence of our breaths creating a timeless melody. In the quiet hours, our emotions played out like a symphony, weaving a narrative of passion, tenderness, and the profound bond that defined us.
With each shared kiss and embrace, we inscribed memories onto the canvas of the night, transforming mere hours into a tapestry of shared love. As the first light of dawn approached, we lay intertwined, basking in the afterglow of our connection, grateful for the depth and beauty discovered in the extended hours of shared intimacy.