Kelvin could not stop laughing at his wife. His head fell back with laughter and he clutched his stomach. He should do this more often. In fact, he would make it a mission to tease his wife. His new agenda was to leave his wife flustered after working her up.
After a quick shower, Kelvin stepped into the room. It was the same way he left it and Leila wasn't back. He changed into a pair of shorts and strolled to the kitchen.
The aroma of something sweet had his feet moving faster, he stopped behind Leila and wrapped his arms around her mid-torso. A current zipped through him at the contact of skin on skin. This was his first time seeing her in anything this short. Leila froze briefly, then continued stirring the creamy liquid in the pot.
"What's cooking?" he asked.
The little man in his shorts was overreacting to her presence. Now, he regretted teasing her when she had only that skimpy singlet.
Leila turned off the gas. "White soup." He had never heard of it. "I followed a new recipe I found online." Flicking a finger over the top of the pot, she coughed. Kelvin knew his wife wanted him to step back so she could serve their food but he stayed put. "Can... Can you take a step back?"
"Sure thing."
Stepping away, he slid his hands into his pockets to highlight the dent made by his erection. Leila's gaze flickered to his shorts, she looked up to him and he winked. Her cheeks grew pink but something else caught his attention before he could tease her about those buds begging for freedom. Kelvin almost laughed. Between the two of them, she had more to be worried about.
"What are you looking at?" Leila snared.
He shrugged but his eyes remained on her chest. Her nipples strained against her singlet and he imagined his mouth closing over them. The thought made him harder, he didn't know when he reached for her until she jumped back. Leila stomped past him, stopping at the kitchen door. He didn't understand her sometimes. She wanted him too so why was she acting so tough?
"Put on a shirt," she sneered.
Looking down at his bare chest for the first time since he entered the kitchen, Kelvin sighed. He waited until Leila was back in the kitchen before going inside their room to get a shirt, he would seduce his wife later.
The table was already set when he entered the dining room. A bowl of white soup was in front of him. After taking a seat, he dipped his spoon in the bowl and took a sip. Leila's curious eyes watched his throat bob, he took another sip and flashed her a smile.
"Delicious," he murmured.
"Thanks." Using her other hand to massage the back of her neck, she stirred the content of her bowl. "I cancelled the dinner service for tonight and the rest of the week." There were three more days till Sunday. Kelvin already knew the actions she took. The cooks were on his payroll, they couldn't make any decisions without informing him. "I'll cook instead. If that's okay."
"Sounds good." After minutes of silent eating, he said, "Will you teach me how to cook?" Leila blinked. Born of the McKenna family, he didn't have a need to do any domestic chores. Servants and assistants were always at his beck and call. "I would love to prepare you a meal."
Without help from anyone.
Stunned into silence, his wife could only nod. But the silence was grating on his nerves. Kelvin occupied the seat closest to Leila, his leg brushed hers and a pink colour appeared on her cheeks.
When would she stop being so shy around him?
His hand lowered to her leg. "Huge," he said.
Leila stirred the soup without taking a sip. "What?"
He smiled. "I'm huge. You can tell your friend that."
She choked. Kelvin jumped to his feet when she would not stop coughing. Her shoulders trembled. He filled a glass with water and pushed it to her. She gulped it down and asked for another. Kelvin rubbed circles on her back, a ball of shame hitting him for teasing her.
"Sorry," he told her.
Leila said nothing but wiped her lips with the napkin and his hand fell to his side. She resumed her meal with that same composure but her calmness now annoyed him. He continued his meal in silence and as soon as he was done, he left the dining room without clearing the table or thanking Leila. His dick was throbbing, he needed a woman, not just any woman. His wife.
Stalking to the balcony, he lit a cigarette to stop the thoughts growing in his head. He finished the first and second cigarette but he didn't feel any better. Angry, he stomped on the third one and staggered into the room. Leila was in the bed, she had changed into a nightgown.
His fingers ached to tug on the rope holding the gown in place. He wanted to fuck her. Show her his size so she could brag about it to her best friend. Why couldn't she take her best friend's advice and let him fuck her? He would be gentle.
Stiff, horny and frustrated, he stormed to the bathroom and punched the wall. Fuck. He was losing his mind trying to wait for her to come around. How long would he last? He got into the shower for another bath, when he came out, he was calmer. He didn't forget to brush his teeth. She hated that he smoked even if she never said it out loud.
The lights were dim when he opened the bathroom door and Leila was under the cover.
"Leila?" he asked to confirm if she was sleeping.
No answer.
Kelvin crept in behind his wife, his hand slipped around her waist and he pulled her flush against him. Her back pressed firmly to his chest, he caressed the under of her breasts and inhaled a feverish breath to stop him from doing more than just touching.
He knew what her breasts looked like underneath the layer of clothing and those images were torturing him. Already hard again, he planted a kiss on her neck. He was fucking horny and wasn't sure how to handle it.
A whimper from his wife made him release her, he pecked a spot behind her ear. "I'm horny, Leila."
He said it in a voice barely above a whisper, not for her to hear but to get the words out of him. So it came as a shock to him when she said, "You promised to wait." He wished he never made that promise. He let go of her completely and turned to the other side.
A mocking laughter echoed in the darkness and his jaw ticked. It wasn't funny. He wasn't a manwhore but before this marriage, he never had issues getting women into bed. He was a grown man and it was only normal for him to want a release. With all that had been going on at work, he shouldn't be denied sex by his wife.
Leila's arms came around him, she snuggled close to him and a traitorous moan escapes him at the contact of her breasts against his back. So soft. So close yet so far. "I'm still on my period." Sadness soaked his whole frame. She was lying. How could she still be on her period after four days? His sisters' period only lasted four days. Kelvin said nothing and Leila's hand slipped into his shirt. "Kev, please don't shut me out."
He wasn't. He just needed to let this urge pass.
"What will you have me do?" she asked.
"Nothing."
A switch went off and the night lamp flickered to life. A shadow fell over his face. "Kev." Leila slapped his arm but his eyes remained close. Even the slap was turning him on. His erection was almost poking a hole into his shorts. If he moved, she would see the evidence. "Look at me, Kev. Kelvin."
And he did. Leila pouted. His frown deepened when she straddled him. Clenching his hands, he tried not to think but his body recognised hers.
The only sane thought in his head was flipping her under him and thrusting into her warmth, hard and fast till he climaxed. With the raging ache in his crotch, he didn't trust himself to be gentle with her. A growl tore out of his lips when she massaged his cock through his shorts.
Fuck.
He was going to come.
"Leila..." His voice came out strangled. When her head dipped and her lips hovered over his, he couldn't resist the urge to beg. To beg for her touch. "Please."
Uncertainty crawled into her eyes and his unspoken request died in his throat. His hands fell to the bed with a silent thud, he willed her to touch him. "Is it okay if I do this?" she asked.
A groan locked in his throat when she pushed her hand inside his shorts. Her hand closed around his manhood and he nodded for her to continue. Her movements were slow and jerky, she didn't look up to him even once but he was far too gone to care about that.
Pressure built in his chest, he closed his eyes and allowed the feeling of bliss to take over him. Tingles shot up from his groin, spreading to every part of his body as his wife pleased him with her hand. The muscles in his belly clenched as he neared his release, and he spilled his seed all over her hand without notice.
Leila dropped to his side and a feeling of loss swallowed him. The lights went off again, casting the room into darkness.
"Have you done this before?" he asked. He should clean up but he wanted to hear her voice. Now that his head was clearer, he wasn't sure agreeing to a handjob was a great idea. "Don't shut me out, Leila."
"It's my first time." The bed dipped as she rolled closer to him. He wished more than anything that the lights were on for him to see her face. "Did I do okay?"
Searching for her lips in the dark, he pressed a kiss to her lips. "You did good." She giggled. "Thank you."