CHAPTER 160: A NIGHT OF LONGING
He pressed his lips to hers and kissed her deeply, biting gently as he sucked on her bottom lip. His hands moved swiftly to the back of her shirt, expertly unhooking her bra. Since she wore long sleeves, the bra couldn't slide off completely, so he pushed it up, revealing her soft skin beneath.
Trailing warm kisses from her ear to her neck, James let his lips linger while his hands roamed over her body. His fingers massaged her breasts through her dress, his mouth never leaving hers for too long. He bit her lip again, harder this time, then soothed the sting with a slow sweep of his tongue.
As his lips traveled downward, he latched onto her right breast through her dress, sucking hungrily while his hands worked her other breast. Diana moaned, loud and breathy, clutching his head and holding him to her chest.
He left a damp, flushed patch on her top as he continued downward, kissing every inch of skin his lips could find. His hands slid to the waistband of her jeans and he slowly unbuttoned them, locking eyes with her as he tugged the fabric down her hips.
Diana bit her lip as he removed her jeans, leaving her in nothing but her panties and the rumpled shirt clinging to her frame. James peeled off his shirt and stepped out of his trousers, then returned to her, hunger gleaming in his eyes.
He captured her mouth again, this time harder, his right hand slipping into her panties and finding her heat. His fingers moved with purpose, stroking her slowly at first, then faster, deeper.
Diana moaned into his mouth, her nails scratching lightly down his back. When he slid two fingers inside her, she instinctively spread her legs wider to welcome him. Her head rolled back, her lips parting with a sharp gasp.
James couldn't take his eyes off her face; lips swollen, eyes fluttered shut in bliss. He pushed a third finger in, and Diana cried out, gripping the sheets. His mouth returned to her breasts, sucking through the fabric while his fingers fucked her in a steady, relentless rhythm.
His left hand pinched and teased her nipples while the other drove her higher and higher. Just as her body tensed—on the brink—he pulled away, removing his fingers.
She whimpered from the loss.
James stood, yanked down his shorts, and entered her in one deep, commanding thrust, ripping her top in the process. Diana stifled her scream as her body was lifted off the bed, held tightly against his chest.
He carried her into the bathroom, stepping into the small shower space. It was barely big enough for the two of them, but it didn't matter.
He braced her against the cold tiled wall, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, and continued his deep, powerful thrusts. Their bodies collided, over and over, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing in the tiny space.
Diana moaned into his neck, fingers tangled in his wet hair.
He growled low in his throat as her walls clenched around him.
Moments later, they both reached the edge—then fell over it together.
James let out a breathless groan as he released inside her. Diana clung to him, panting as her body trembled around him. He held her tighter, forehead pressed to hers.
Without a word, he reached behind her and turned on the shower.
Cold water burst from the nozzle, cascading over their slick, heated bodies, cooling their skin but not the fire between them.
They stayed like that for a while, entwined, breathless, and utterly consumed by each other.
After their shower, the couple lay naked on the bed, with James drawing Diana into his arms.
"I love you, baby," he whispered against her hair, pressing a soft kiss there before drifting off to sleep.
Diana looked up at the man she loved, about to reply, only to realize his breathing had already evened out. He had fallen asleep so quickly. That could only mean one thing, he was truly tired.
She tried to slip out of his embrace, but James instinctively tightened his grip around her waist.
"Just five more minutes, baby," he murmured groggily.
Diana chuckled softly. "Hold on, let me get my phone," she whispered.
She stretched toward the nightstand and picked up her phone, then nestled back into his arms. Right there, with a content smile on her face, she created a new group chat, combining all the girls, their husbands, and Jared. Eleven people in total.
She titled it: "Ladies Before Gents (The Family of 11)."
Seconds after the group was created, Jared was the first to comment:
Jared: Oh wow, sister-in-law! What a catchy title. I love it!
Diana grinned at her screen and typed back:
Diana: Well, no thanks to you, Jared. You ruined our symmetry. We were supposed to be 10 so the number could be even.
Jerry: Then let's just remove him and call it the Family of 10. 😂
Jared: Wait o! I was just rooting for you guys. Did you have to fire me like that? 😢
Diana: 😏
Monica: Or more like he should go and get married too.
Jared: Ah! So it's like that? I see you all want me to shine bright alone. Maybe I should remove myself. The oppression is too much. 😩
Sandra: Watch out! One man standing… about to fall! 😂
Everyone reacted with laughing emojis.
Victor: Nooo, we can't let that happen. There has to be a scientific remedy for this one-man-standing syndrome. 😆
Diana: I'm weak! 😂
The group chat was buzzing. Everyone except James had come online and was dropping comments left and right. The banter flowed so smoothly, like a well-rehearsed orchestra of chaos and love.
Even though the conversation was light-hearted and hilarious, the warmth in their messages showed just how close-knit the family had become.
Amid all the teasing and laughter, one thing was certain, the group loved Diana's bold move in creating the group, and they all praised her for the genius behind the title.
Jared: But wait o, how come you were able to gather us like this without even telling James?
Diana: Well… he's fast asleep beside me. You can thank exhaustion for that. He's completely knocked out.
Jerry: Ah! You're even more dangerous than I thought. Strategic silence and quiet execution. Queen moves only!
Monica: James doesn't even know he's part of a family revolution yet. 😆
Sandra: He'll wake up and find out he has a group chat to catch up on. 😂
Victor: And the group chat is already on fire. Good luck to him.
They all sent laughing emojis again, and the chat continued into the night as Diana smiled sleepily, feeling the soft rise and fall of James's chest beside her.
In that moment, surrounded by virtual love and the warmth of the man she loved, she felt deeply at peace.
She locked her phone, nestled deeper into his embrace, and whispered softly:
"Goodnight, my love… and thank you for everything."
After James woke up and read through all the messages in the new group chat, a wide smile refused to leave his face. He kept scrolling and grinning until he reached the last message, even though, truth be told, some of the messages were downright incorrigible.
"So, let me get this straight," he typed. "We each have our gender-specific gossip group chats, and now we have a general family gossip group chat too?"
He shook his head and tagged Diana.
"Wow baby, you just keep improving our gossip lives."
Henry: What a supportive husband. 🙌
James: Why, thank you Henry. That's my job. 😊
Jared: Only my bro will have this kind of analogy. Classic.
James: Thank you all for your congratulations.
I'm sure my wife will say a better thank-you once she's awake.
Valerie: You're welcome, boss!
James: Thanks Val. 👍
Jared: Bro please wake sister-in-law for us 😩 She makes the group lively!
James replied with a 🙄 emoji directed at his brother.
Harry: Wow, James. Looks like you're slowly turning shameless like your brother.
Grace: Please, no one can be as shameless as Jared. It's official. We've handed him the trophy.
James chuckled softly despite himself as he dropped his phone beside him. He turned to look at the woman sleeping peacefully at his side. She looked so calm, so serene, so his.
His heart felt full.
This moment, right here with her, he wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. He wished every night could be like this: simple, quiet, filled with warmth, love, and this peace.
He pulled the sleepy woman closer into his arms and pressed a kiss to her hair, inhaling her familiar scent. Her body instinctively melted into his, still lost in sleep.
"I love you," he whispered softly.
Then, just like that, James closed his eyes and joined her back in sleep, their breaths syncing in gentle rhythm, two hearts wrapped in the silence of love.