The Ceo's Contracted Mistress
The Ceo’s Contracted Mistress Chapter 61

Bobbie shivered as Olivier turned her to help her out of her dress, slowly sliding the hidden zipper down to her waist and letting it fall in a puddle at her feet. His hands stroked her bare shoulders and down her arms as he helped her step out of the dress. He lifted it up and gently draped it over a chair.

She turned to face him, wearing her white lacy garments and nothing else. He stood still watching her, letting his eyes rove from her hair to her feet and back again, slowly, and deliberately as if trying to memorize every single nuance of her. His eyes were dark, focused and intent as they travelled her.

“Chérie,” he cleared his throat and gave a toss of his head and tried again, “you are so beautiful. I cannot believe we are standing here,” he waved his hand between them, “and you are mine and I am yours, as husband and wife.”

She couldn’t move, transfixed by the way he stared at her. She felt mesmerized by him as he slowly stepped back toward her.

He reached forward and pushed her hair off her cheeks. “I keep waiting for someone to wake me and tell me it was a dream. I don’t deserve you. No man does. You are not of this earth, an angel, I’m sure of it.”

She giggled, “that was cheesy.”

“Cheesy but true,” he smiled at her as his fingers stroked her skin around her jaw and tracing down her neck. “How did I ever get so lucky as to replace you? Better question, how did I get so lucky as for you to love me? Olivier Villeneuve, nerd who couldn’t talk to a girl without mucking it up, somehow convinced you to be with me and you fell in love with me.”

“It was meant to be.” She couldn’t look away from his eyes as he stared into hers. She felt his hand sliding down her arms and gripping her hands into his, pressing them to his chest.

“My heart,” he patted her hands, “it beats for you.”

“Okay, how much did you drink downstairs. You’ve gone from cheesy to telenovela.”

He chuckled, “I can’t help it. You do this to me.”

“It’s our wedding night. Can I do other things to you?” she started to unbutton his shirt. “I would very much like you wearing as little clothes as I am.” When he tried to help her with the buttons she slapped his hand away, “you took off mine, I’m taking off yours.”

He leaned his head sideways and noted the underwear, “those are pretty.”

“They are,” she pushed his shirt off his shoulders and then tugged it down his arms. She lifted his undershirt over his head and then smiled at the bronzed skin on display. She traced his abdomen, her fingers dipping over the contours of his six pack and the v shape disappearing into his trousers. “I am one lucky lady.” She smiled as he kicked his shoes off across the room.

She dropped to her knees, unbuckled his belt, and yanked it through the loops. Playfully she made it snap and he threw his head back and laughed. “You could tie me up with this.”

“Maybe another time,” he grinned down at her, stroking her hair as she undid his button and zipper and pushed his pants down to his ankles. “I like this view.”

“I am sure you do. I’m liking what I’m seeing from here as well,” she boldly stroked him through his boxers. “We haven’t been alone like this in a while. I have multiple swear jars to pay off.”

“I will not disagree with you making payment right now,” he closed his eyes as she pulled his underwear down to his calves. The way her fingers trailed over his length made him g***n lowly.

Bobbie licked her lips before leaning her head forward and gently running her tongue along the thin slit at the head of his shaft. His fingers delved into her hair, and she gripped his thighs with her hands for support as she wrapped her lips around him and pulled him deep into her mouth. This time, his g***n was louder, and she let her tongue slip around him as her head moved slowly up and down his length.

She sighed happily as he began to move his h**s, his hands fisting in her hair shoving deep into her throat. While one hand kept a grip on his leg for support her other moved to cup his balls, playing with them gently while he set his own pace in her mouth. He was rough and hard as he lost the control he was trying to maintain, thrusting down her throat with vigor causing her to gag.

Bobbie was in her own personal version of heaven. Rough and wild was her favorite version of Olivier and as he caused the tears to stream down her eyes while she choked hard on his c**k, she was reminded of his power and strength and how it was all hers to control.

Bobbie knew he was close from the way his legs were straightening and the tightness within her grip and the way his hands clenched her hair and then he was thrusting her away, pushing her back on her heels.

“Why did you stop?”

“Not yet,” he shook his head. “We have all night, and I am not in any rush.”

“Correction,” she peered up at him from where she rested on her bottom, “we have the rest of our lives. Forever.”

He held his hand out, “come here.”

She stood up and he scooped her up into his arms and lay her in the middle of the bed gently. He climbed over her, nestled himself against her, and smiled down.

“What are you thinking?” she asked him as he studied her face. “We are in on our wedding night and you’re doing more looking and talking than touching and I’m starting to worry if Veronique didn’t do something to you.”

He laughed at her words. “If she has cast a spell, I am unaware of it. Crazy old lady. No, I’m just in awe of you. I don’t want to rush anything tonight. I want to take my time. Love you until dawn. I want to see every expression, every feeling, every emotion you feel. I don’t want to miss anything. I’ve waited so long for this.”

“Olivier, we have had s*x multiple times. Too many to count in fact.” She grinned, “I haven’t had you in almost a week. Can you at least quench my thirst before you get all melancholy on me?”

“What if we make a baby tonight?”

“What if we do?” she smiled at the emotion in his eyes. “I’m not planning anything. If it happens, it happens. If it doesn’t then it doesn’t.”

He stroked her thigh, “do we need towels?”

She laughed, “no. I woke up Thursday morning like Wednesday had never happened. Good as new.”

“Excellent.” Suddenly he was sliding down her body and taking her white lacy panties with him. He tangled his fingers in her curls at the apex of her thighs. “I love how wild this is. I think I would be sad if you pruned the hedge.”

She slapped at his shoulders at his playful words, grateful he was starting to relax and be himself. Emotional Olivier was intense as hell. He nuzzled her core with his nose and without warning dragged his tongue up her middle. She gripped his shoulders at his action, and he moved her h**s, tilting them up so he could have better access.

“This will be the wedding feast I’ve been wanting,” he growled as he slipped his tongue past her folds whilst pushing her thighs open wider. His tongue curled and stroked her, and his nose rubbed her soft mound as he fastened his lips around her and sucked deeply.

She lifted her pelvis higher for him, needing more and his long fingers slipped over her thigh to rest her leg over his shoulder, and he licked a path to her clit. His fingers replaced his tongue inside her, and his other hand gripped her breast, playing with her n****e through the lace of her bra he had yet to remove.

Bobbie could feel the familiar spiral of pleasure from deep within her belly as his fingers plundered and his tongue played, his lips suckling. Her hands slid from his shoulders to his hair, holding his head tightly to her body while he devoured her as a starving man would. She could feel the tension in her thighs as the climax built and his grunt of approval only added to her pleasure.

“Olivier,” she panted hard as he swept his fingers upwards and inwards and she bucked hard as her legs trembled at the ferocity of her o****m. He didn’t stop, Bobbie considered he was even more demanding now she was floating because his tongue, teeth and lips were drawing deep on her as if he were intending to swallow every last drop of her. A second o****m took her by force at his hunger and a scream erupted from her lips at the action.

He chuckled as she descended from her high reminiscent of a feather dropping from the clouds. He kept his fingers inside her, stroking her gently as he moved back up her body, pausing to suckle the n****e with which he’d been playing. He tugged her bra down and bared her breast to his tongue as he slowly teased her.

Bobbie ran her hands over his back, stroking his thick muscles and enjoying the feel of his strength over her. His fingers and mouth were tormenting her in the most delicious way, and she sighed happily as she gripped his a*s, enjoying the firm feel of his flesh.

“Olivier,” his name was a breath in the air over his head, “I need you, now. Please. I don’t need anymore of this foreplay stuff. I need you, inside me. Please.”

“Are you begging, chérie,” he mocked her as he twirled her n****e along his teeth, nipping her gently just as she liked it.

“Do I need to?” she whimpered as his fingers buried inside her twisted to replace the soft pad inside and rubbed it firmly.

“Never,” he rolled onto his back, taking her with him. He positioned her so she was straddled over his h**s, “I want to watch you ride me.” He pulled a pillow behind his head and motioned for her to remove her bra. “I want to watch you f**k your husband, chérie.”

His words almost had her undone and her entire body rose with goosebumps at the heated demand. She positioned himself over him and slowly lowered herself, the thick length of him, pushing past the folds of her swollen from his earlier attention. He filled her completely, thick, and unrelenting and she closed her eyes against the feeling but his demand she opens them and look at him made her smile. Always the same, this man. Wanting to watch her eyes as he gave her pleasure.

With practiced perfection, she rose and fell on him and when he ordered her to touch herself while she rode his c**k, she didn’t dare disobey. He was hyper focused on her now, his eyes dark like coal as he watched her pleasure herself using his body as her personal plaything. His h**s rose and fell coordinated with hers and she found herself once again on the cusp of the all-too-familiar feeling of bliss. It was a drug she would chase forever; the high one she would never be able to live without. She trembled as her thighs started to ache from the steady rhythm and then his hand pushed hers off her clit and she shimmied at his brusque touch. He knew exactly what she needed to peak, and he was pushing her there, chasing her along the path to elation. Her head fell backwards as the pleasure ripped through her body, her own body unable to move and so Olivier took control, holding her h**s firm in place while he thrust upwards, his fingers teasing her nub and her body on fire.

She collapsed against his chest, and he chuckled and wrapped his arms around her tightly. Her hair was damp and sticking to her face and Bobbie’s breath was erratic, her heartbeat far too fast. She mumbled against his chest as she felt how hard he was still inside her.

“Olivier,” she protested, “you still didn’t –”

“Not yet,” he stroked her back possessively, enjoying the way she was curled over his body, cradled on his chest. He let her catch her breath, slowly and barely maintaining his own control. “Soon, chérie, soon, but not yet.”

When her breathing was less harsh and her skin cooling to his touch, he sat her up gingerly, rotating his h**s against hers, grinding them together. She m****d at the movement, and he slowly lifted her off him. Her juices covered him in slick warmth, and he was anxious to get back to the depths of her. He positioned her on all fours and kissed her cheek before pushing on her upper back until her face was sideways on the pillow. Slowly he entered her from behind, filling up the space he had just vacated with the need to savor every moment he had with her body. He gripped the rounded curve of her buttocks and palmed them tightly as he reached the very depths of her and then he pulled out as equally slow as he had entered her. Her whimpers and begging for more made him smile devilishly. He knew what she wanted and in a quick, hard stroke, he gave it to her all at once.

She screamed as she buried her face in the pillow and he began thrusting in earnest. This was how she had always loved him. Hard and fast with no reservation. All of him, all of her. He told her all the dirty words he knew she loved to hear as he pounded into her, not satisfied until she was screaming at him, she was going to c*m yet again. He gripped her hair in his fist and pulled her upright and she immediately shuddered under him, her walls tightening in spasms around his shaft. His Bobbie, his wife, had always liked things a bit rough. As she fell to pieces under him, he pulled her upright holding her body against his while she writhed and contorted against him. He turned her head to claim her lips, shoving his tongue deep into the recess of her mouth, sucking hard on her tongue. Their k**s was hot, demanding, and needy as he let her come down off the wave she was riding.

Again, she protested he had not finished, and he chuckled against her neck, “soon,” he promised and then pushed her back onto the bed onto her stomach. He coated her back with long, sucking k****s, marking her perfect skin with hickeys. Her back was so sensitive and soft, and he couldn’t resist giving her the pleasure she deserved. He massaged her back softly, rubbing the tenderness out of her muscles knowing he was not yet done with her.

Bobbie felt Olivier roll her onto her back and she smiled sleepily up at him, “are you trying to prove yourself, Mr. Villeneuve? Your stamina is impressive and mine is faltering.”

“You can handle a bit more, I think,” he kissed her nose.

“I will try,” she teased as she wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted her lips to his. “If I fall asleep, wake me up.”

“You won’t fall asleep. The best is yet to come,” he smirked at her.

“It gets better than all that?” she asked playfully as he licked her neck.

“It gets better every single time, chérie,” he said earnestly. “The more we are connected, the better it is. Each and every time.”

“Then just think of how good it will be when we’re old,” she giggled, euphoria making her mind silly.

“We will never grow old,” he laughed, “we will age like great wine.”

“I like the sound of that,” she touched his cheek sighing as he positioned himself over her.

“Legs around my h**s, Bobbie,” he ordered her, and she immediately obeyed his words. He held her gaze, “do not look away from me. I want to see your eyes as I fill you up.” He sank deep into her and let out a sigh of contentment. “f**k, we fit so good together. You, this body,” he caressed her skin, “was made with me in mind, I am sure of it. Do you feel it, Bobbie? Do you feel how perfect we fit together?”

“Yes, Olivier, I feel it too,” she felt tears edging the corners of her eyes at his impassioned words while he slowly made love to her. This was different than the last few times. He was gentle and reverent as if reveling in the way they fit like perfect puzzle pieces. “I love you so much,” she stared into his eyes.

“I love you,” he reached a hand and cupped her cheek. “My wife, my beautiful wife.”

“My husband,” she said equally possessively, “all mine.”

He was meticulous in bringing her to one last climax, his hands everywhere they could reach, massaging and caressing her skin and when she was there, this time he allowed himself to join her. Her name was a loud cry into the nighttime air, and he fell atop her, feeling her arms winding tight around his middle as if she never wanted to let him go.

They stayed in the embrace until he voiced his concern, he was crushing her and even then, she did not relinquish her hold on him. When he moved to his back, she rolled with him, curled against his torso as if unable to release him.

He peppered her face with tiny k****s and whispered words of adoration as she sniffled against him.

“Why are you crying?”

“So, f*****g tired,” she whispered drawing a loud laugh from deep in his chest.

“Then sleep, my beautiful bride. I will go run you a nice hot bath and when it is ready, I will bring you to it.”

“That sounds nice,” she snuggled into the pillow he tucked under her head.

Bobbie watched through half-closed eyes as he padded away towards the bathroom. The sound of water running making her smile. Then she frowned, “wait, why do I need a bath?” she called out to him.

He came back from the room and frowned at her, “to soak and relax before round two. Why did you think?”

“Round two?”

“Yes. It’s our wedding night, chérie. Did you think we were done?”

A wide smile formed on her cheeks at his words. “Insatiable.”

“For you? Always.” He promised as he disappeared into the other room.

Bobbie flopped against the pillows and sighed happily. Best wedding day ever.