CHAPTER 129: LOVING THE WIFEY

CHAPTER 129: LOVING THE WIFEY

After everyone left, James showered with her before guiding her back to the bed. Gently, he pressed her down onto the mattress.

"Do you have the strength for this?" He asked, his voice soft but teasing.

Diana nodded, her lips curving into a faint smile as she pulled him down for a kiss. James responded eagerly, taking control.

His lips captured hers, nibbling lightly on her lower lip before deepening the kiss. His hands moved up to her breast, eliciting a soft moan from Diana as his touch explored her bare skin.

She felt a mix of pain and pleasure as he massaged her tender breasts. James carefully avoided her nipples, aware they were still sensitive.

Diana moaned into his mouth, her body responding to his careful ministrations. His lips trailed down to her nape, sucking gently on her earlobes, making her shiver with desire.

Slowly, James began unbuttoning her pajamas. His lips descended onto her breast,drawing a cry from Diana as he sucked gently, her back arching in reaction.

One hand continued to massage her right breast while his mouth focused on her left. Diana whimpered, her emotions wavering between pain and pleasure as he continued his careful yet passionate actions.

Suddenly, she stiffened beneath him. Alarmed, James raised his head to look at her. Tears glistened in her eyes, rolling down her cheeks.

"Hey, baby, what's wrong?" He asked, concern etched in his features.

Sniffling, Diana replied, "The pain is just unbearable, and you're sucking so much."

James smiled softly and pressed a kiss to her stomach. I'm sorry, all right? Maybe i should hold off for a while until the pain subsides, he said, his voice filled with regret. But you know i can't resist touching your breasts."

"Why?" Diana asked, a hint of innocence in her tone.

Grinning, James looked into her eyes. "Because i'm a breast man," he admitted shamelessly.

Diana pinched his cheek playfully, her laughter breaking the tension. "Maybe i could give you a handjob if you're that turned on," she offered, her cheeks reddening slightly.

"Really?" James asked, raising an eyebrow in surprise.

"Yes, really," Diana replied with a soft chuckle.

James kissed her knuckles, shaking his head. "Don't worry wife. Perhaps some other time."

Diana nodded as he helped her button up her clothes. Once finished, he kissed her stomach through the fabric and said softly, "There, all done."

He moved closer to her on the bed, drawing her into his arms. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"This is like the hundredth time you've asked me that," Diana protested softly.

"Yes, I need to make sure you really are okay," James responded calmly.

"I'm fine, treasure. I'm all good."

James nodded and kissed her hair.

He sighed as he held her close. He had fallen deeply for this woman he called his wife—the same woman who accepted all of him without reservation. Why wouldn't he love her? She had entered his life and heart when he was shattered, and now, just her presence had pieced everything back together without him even realizing it until now.

He looked at the woman lying in his arms and whispered against her hair, "I love you, Diana."

He looked at her face to check for a response, but she was already asleep.