by Marian Tee
MARRY HIM AGAIN, SAFFI MARCH-AEHRENTHAL!
And there it was again, the sweet invisible brush of baby fingers on her cheeks, more loving this time. See Mommy? So easy. Just a leap of faith.
She went to Jeremy first. And because she did, the noise from the entire crowd died. Her heart hurt so much as she looked at Jeremy. She couldn’t speak. All she could do was cry. She closed her eyes and cried, missing the way Staffan’s face had whitened in pain at the thought that she was choosing someone else.
Jeremy opened his arms.
She ran to him and sobbed against his chest.
“I know, baby. I know.”
She nodded, sobbing harder.
“You’re telling me goodbye.” He kissed her hair. “So…go.”
****
The home that he had so briefly shared with Saffi was completely dark when Staffan arrived. It was fucking stupid to come back here when he had gambled and lost, but Staffan knew this was the only place he could feel closer to Saffi.
And he needed that now. He needed it badly because if he couldn’t even have her scent, their memories to tide him over, Staffan knew he would slowly go insane.
He flipped the lights open in his bedroom and nearly had a heart attack when a figure rose from the bed.
Saffi rubbed her eyes as she blinked at him. “What took you so long?”
His heart was still beating like he had just run a marathon and fucking won. “Saffi?” He took a step closer then stopped, wondering if it was okay to pretend that his hallucination was real.
Saffi saw the hesitation in his eyes and tears pricked her own. “Staffan, come here, please.”
But still he hesitated.
Her voice shook. “Baby, please, come here---”
And then he was there, taking her in his arms, his tears mingling with hers. “Saffi.” He said it over and over, whispering it as if unable to believe she was really there.
“I just told him goodbye, Staffan,” she told him tremulously.
“I believe you. I fucking believe you. I’ll always believe you.” He cupped her face with shaking hands and kissed her reverently. “Always, baby. I’ll always believe you.”
****
Four Months Later
“Stop staring at her, man. You’re making me blush here,” Ellen DeGeneres groaned. “Five more minutes and you’re off the air. Can’t you wait that long?”
Staffan’s wicked glance made Saffi sit up in panic. Oh no. Surely he wouldn’t---
“I can’t wait. Every time I see her, I just want to f---”
She clapped her hand over his mouth with a gasp even as Ellen roared in laughter with the rest of the studio’s live audience.
Staffan laughed and took her hand away, kissing her palm before he said innocently, “I just want to find more ways to tell her how much I’m hopelessly in love with her.”
As the oohs and aahs died down, Ellen said, “I do have one last question for you two and then that’s it. You’re free to get naked – I mean, go. You’re free to go.”
Staffan and Saffi exchanged looks. Before Ellen could say something else, Saffi said with a smile that lit up her entire face, “I’m pregnant.”
Ten minutes after leaving Ellen’s studio, Saffi was helplessly trying to dodge Staffan’s kisses as well as his hands, which were so swiftly trying to cop a feel. “Staffan!” She didn’t know if she wanted to be flattered, furious, or embarrassed.
But Staffan had a determined look on his face, and it thrilled and terrified her at the same time – in a very exciting way, of course. She tried to get away but he easily caught her and spun Saffi back to him. A shriek escaped her at the look of dark hunger on Staffan’s face.
“Staffan, this is a public place…” He bent closer and she tried to lean further away from him even though she was locked in his arms. “You’re so shameless,” she gasped.
“Yes,” he said agreeably. “I’m shamelessly in love with you.” And then he put a stop to all her only semi-serious protests by cupping her face and giving Saffi a hot, wet kiss in the middle of the hallway, with tons of people walking past them.
They cheered at the sight, of course.
Saffi moaned in embarrassment but even so, she couldn’t help kissing him back, her body leaning towards him, her breasts already swelling in its cups.
Her unhesitatingly passionate response never failed to turn him on, and now was no exception. He had to sink his cock into her or he’d die. Swiftly surveying the hallway, he saw a half-opened door and dragged her immediately to it.
“Wha---” Saffi saw the name Katy Perry printed on the door and yelped, “No, Staffan!”
“Yes, Staffan, is what you should be saying,” he countered and, after checking to make sure that the dressing room was empty, he pushed his protesting wife in. Before closing the door, he hailed the nearest uniformed guy and said, “Tell Katy I’m borrowing her dressing room to make love to my wife, will you?”
The guy nodded, wide-eyed, but even so Staffan could see that the younger man’s mind was already working furiously at how much this story would sell to the tabloids.
“Staffan!” Saffi wailed in embarrassment behind him.
Smiling at the sound, he raised a brow at the other man. “Got it?”
“Yes, sir.”
Staffan shut the door behind him to find his wife glaring at him. He said simply, “I love you, Saffi.”
She melted, like he had known she would. Even so, she muttered, “You won’t get away with this all the time.”
“Of course I won’t. You can even punish me later, but for now – I want to fuck you mindless, Mrs. Aehrenthal.”
“But this is Katy Perry’s---” She couldn’t finish her sentence, not with Staffan already ripping her panties away – the third pair of the day, for heaven’s sake – and tracing her quivering sex.
“She’ll understand.” He slid his cock into her.
“But it’s not---”
“Baby, concentrate on me.” Staffan started thrusting in and out of her, his cock making her feel so impossibly full.
She slumped against the table as his thrusts became more forceful, and he laughed, the sound triumphant but loving at the same time. Saffi gripped the edges as his strokes became wilder. She was getting close, so, so---
The doorknob rattled, followed by an unmistakable voice. “Who’s in here?”
“Oh my---”
With a wicked grin, Staffan called out, “Can I borrow your dressing room for a minute, Katy?”
Saffi was shaking her head furiously at him, but she forgot all about protesting as Staffan reached down to tease her clit.
“Is that you, Staffan?”
Saffi moaned in embarrassment.
A chuckle. “Is that you, Saffi?”
She stopped moaning.
And then all she could do was breathe as Staffan began to move in earnest, a look of passion falling on his face as he pounded his dick into her, over and over and over.
Katy was still laughing outside.
“Ignore her,” he gritted.
“I ca---aaah!” She shrieked as Staffan slid one finger into her ass, something that was still new to her but oh so…“Aaaaah.” In moments, the dual thrusts had thrown her into a whirlpool of pleasure and all she could do was gasp and gasp, wondering when the pleasure would stop, wondering if she ever wanted it to stop.
Knowing Staffan, it wouldn’t stop anytime soon. Katy Perry was better off finding another dressing room---
“Baby,” Staffan growled from behind her. “You’re not concentrating.” Another finger joined the one in her ass and the whirlpool of pleasure started again, spinning her around faster and faster as Staffan’s cock moved in tandem with his fingers. His pants became louder as both their orgasms threatened to explode.
“Love you, baby,” Staffan growled as they came together.
It wouldn’t end, this pleasure, Saffi thought dizzily. This wouldn’t end. And it would never end because---
Staffan kissed her shoulder, and then bit it when she didn’t respond. Saffi forced her eyes open. “Mmm?”
He smiled at her lazily. “Ready for Round 2?”
She moaned weakly. “Staffan…”
But he was already moving.
Ah, yes. This, this bliss with Staffan…it would never ever end.
****
One Week Later
Rathe Wellesley reached the floor where Saffi’s dorm room was supposedly located. Why the hell did he even continue playing poker with his friends, he wondered. He fucking sucked at it, and he always ended up losing.
Like now.
He checked the slip of paper where Saffi had hastily written instructions for him.
The girls are pregnant so I can’t transfer them to our new home. Please, please, please feed them on schedule!
He shook his head. Saffi made her fish sound like they really were pregnant women. As he tried the knob, the door next to Saffi’s room opened. A petite girl with the most curvaceous body he had ever seen came out. Her dark hair was twisted up like a jaunty hat on top of her head, and her glasses seemed a size too big since it kept falling down her nose even as she kept pushing them back up. She looked extremely shy and awkward, but her lingerie was extremely revealing – a two-piece silk-and-lace pair that practically exposed her breasts and her long silky legs.
The complete contrast was utterly intriguing, and he was successfully and hopelessly intrigued. He wanted her. And he meant to have her.
The girl hastily crossed her arms over her chest as his gaze narrowed. Rathe could see that she wanted to go back inside, lock the door, and hide in her room, but something was preventing her. “Are you here for…Saffi’s fish?”
He nodded.
She disappeared in a flash, making Rathe blink. She reappeared and held her hand out to him. “Here’s the key. She told me a friend of Staffan’s would be coming over to care for them.” She was obviously preparing to retreat.
“Don’t go.” His commanding voice stopped her from moving. “What’s your name?”
She shook her head.
He took a step closer. “Tell me your name,” he invited.
She swallowed. “Mary.”
He looked behind her. “Is this your room?” His voice was throaty.
“Yes---”
Rathe held her by the shoulders and gently made her move backwards, and he followed her inside. He closed the door and the moment the world outside disappeared, he bent his head down and kissed her. ###
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
