The silence in the room was deafening. Leila froze. Kelvin froze. Their gazes lowered to the mess she made on him and the bedsheet but he couldn't bring himself to be mad. He contributed to this.
Kelvin was the first one to snap out of his reverie, he knew what she was about to say before she did.
Tears trickled out of her eyes. His heart broke. This wasn't the plan. He had hoped the blowjob could lead to something more intimate between them. "It's okay, Leila. It's completely fine."
"It's not okay." She jumped to her feet to get wipes and a clean cloth. Kelvin did his best to sit still while she cleaned him up. He got up to change the sheets while she stood in one corner of their room, slapping her forehead. "I'm so stupid."
On his return to the room after a change of clothes, Leila was on the floor hugging her knees to her chest. She had changed out of her nightie to a longer nightgown that covered her feet.
Kelvin hugged her from behind, he tucked his head on her shoulder. They stayed that way till she whimpered and her tears dropped to his arm.
"I'm so stupid. I ruined it for you."
"You're not stupid and you didn't ruin anything for me." Leila remained rigid in his arms, continuously calling herself stupid. "Hey, look at me. Mistakes happen all the time."
And this one was partly his fault. He should have gone easy on her as a first timer. His lust had taken over. Leila might look innocent but her lips did wicked things he wanted to experience again to his body. She broke free from him.
"Leila. It's fine."
"It's not," his wife replied, creating more space between them. "I failed. I'm a failure."
"Come on now, Leila." He jumped to his feet to pull her into a hug but she marched into the bathroom and shut the door. A groan left his lips when he tried opening the door. It was locked. "Leila, please come out." Kelvin knocked a few times. "Let's talk about it. As husband and wife."
The door opened. Leila stepped into the room with water rolling down her forehead to her top, her eyes were sad and it tore at his heart.
Kelvin hugged her but she didn't hug him back.
"There's nothing to talk about," she said.
Her attempt to move past him failed, he carried her amid her protests and dropped her to the bed. Straddling her to stop her from leaving, his hand circled her wrists. His face hovered above hers.
"Leila," he breathed out and she turned her face away from him. That hurt more than her sour mood.
Different emotions lingered in the air. Mostly the anger and shame he knew was directed at herself. He didn't want her to feel that way. She did a great job. He had quickened the pace because he was close to the edge and lost control.
"There's everything to talk about, Leila." He kissed her forehead. "I should have been more gentle with you." Another wet kiss on her nose. "I should have let you carry on at your own pace." A soft kiss on her lips. "Don't beat yourself up. It's not your fault, okay?"
Her eyes finally lifted to his. He kissed away her tears and she sniffed. "Are you sure it's not my fault?"
"It's not. I owe you an apology for rushing you."
Leila didn't seem to fully believe his words but the sadness in her eyes ebbed. Kelvin wanted to do more to take away the melancholy hanging over them.
"Do you want me to make you feel good?" he asked.
His wife chewed on her lower lip and he found it distracting. He pulled her lip between his teeth.
"How?" she whispered. She was too shy to look into his eyes and he wanted to take away the shyness and leave her gasping out his name in ecstasy.
"The way I did in the car." Her shyness doubled and he pinched her nose. She could have gotten her release in the car but she was too rigid. Kelvin wanted his wife to be confident about her sexual needs. He wanted to please her the right way. "Leila, do you want me to?"
Leila nodded. He didn't have to tell her to use her words because she added, "Yes, Kev. I want you to make me feel good."
His clothes were still intact after he pulled her gown over her head, she shrugged out of her night shorts and he took a minute to admire her body. Leila crossed her arms on her chest and he frowned in disappointment.
"Don't hide yourself away from me, Leila."
No reply came from her but her arms lowered to her sides. Her pink nipples stared him in the face, firm and beautiful. Kelvin sucked on a nipple and she cried out. He bit the hard bud and compensated her by flicking his tongue over it. Leila was a whimpering mess under him when he let go.
He pushed her legs apart and ran a finger between her thighs. He could feel the heat from her core. He slipped her finger inside and cussed. She was so fucking wet for him and his dick twitched crazily with that realisation. Kelvin curled his finger inside her, moving his tongue on her nipple at the same time as his finger.
"Kev. Please."
Placing his hands above her head, he grinned down at her. Desire clouded his wife's gaze. "Please what?"
"Please don't stop."
Her vulnerability tugged at his heartstrings, he got down on his knees and folded her legs at her knees. He would make her feel like a woman. Brand her with his fingers and tongue until his dick was allowed into the sacred place.
Kelvin pressed his tongue to her vagina and inhaled her scent. She smelt good, tasted as good. His tongue pushed inside her warmth, her hips rose off the bed and she fell back with a soft thud. She begged him to stop and cried out in protest when he actually did.
A mischievous laugh broke out of him, another finger joined the first to tease her enlarged clit. He grinned to himself when he found her g-spot, his fingers curled under it and he moved them so fast her feminine essence poured down her thigh.
"Kev. Oh, my God. Kev. Kev."
His name falling out of her lips sounded like a song he would play on repeat. Kelvin wasn't done with her. His tongue joined his finger working his wife's dripping pussy. He slid his fingers in and out of her slickness with a precision that made her scream so hard he was sure she would bring down the roof over their heads.
Her nails dug into his shoulders, she fisted the bedsheet and cried out his name as he pleased her. They formed a rhythm, and he stretched one hand to massage her boobs. He kneaded the erect nipple between his fingers and his wife seemed to grow wetter. His tongue soaked in her juices, his fingers pushed her closer to the edge.
Leila's legs wrapped around his neck, her cries were more desperate and his dick ached to fill her warmth so they could complete this blissful communion. Pinching her clit one last time, he pushed himself up to shower her tender breasts with attention before claiming her lips in a kiss so she could taste herself.
Kelvin swallowed all her moans as his fingers went deeper inside her, when she froze, he pushed a third finger to heighten the sensations spreading through her. He wanted her to remember this night for days to come. He wanted her to come begging him to fuck her.
"Kev..." Her eyes flew open. Raw, intense desire shadowed her gaze and he nearly pushed his dick inside her. "Please, I feel..." A small sound escaped her. "I feel like I'm about to detonate."
He laughed a little. Her innocence would always amuse him. "You're about to come, my darling."
"Oh." Her breathing was heavier, she clung to his shirt with all her might. "I'm so... Kev, please."
"It's okay." He slowed his pace and allowed her a few seconds to get used to these new feelings. Brushing the matted hair sticking to her forehead, he said, "Let go, Leila." She gulped hard and released his shirt but her face was still scrunched in uncertainty. "Trust me on this. Let go."
And she did. She gushed into his palm, legs and arms trembling as she held onto him. Minutes later, head pressed into the pillow, she was smiling at him. That smile of a satisfied woman.
His wife orgasm made him orgasm and he came inside his shorts. Since Leila was still clinging to him, he couldn't move so he stayed there with her in his arms.
"How do you feel now?"
She looked up to him, eyes glazed and lips quirked.
"I feel very good," Leila said. "So good. I feel like I went to heaven and came back." Kelvin laughed. He would never describe an orgasm as that but her description was perfect. "I loved it." She pecked him. "Thank you, Kev."
Pressing his lips to her temple, he said, "Thank you for trusting me enough."