Billionaire's wife

"Gigi, come on, if you keep this up, we might end up staying back the whole day." I heard Sebastian call from behind me. I sat in front of our golden edged mirror and frowned at the zit that was stagnant and refusing to leave my face. "I'm coming, I'm coming." I called back with a dramatic eye roll and a sigh. I pressed the zit cream onto my palm and rubbed a massive amount on the microscopic invasion on my face. "Gi…" he trailed off, walking into the room. The mirror was huge and positioned on the wall just opposite our white bedroom door, hence, providing me with the perfect view of his body. He was dressed in a brown shirt that hugged his muscles, making him appear like he worked out all day non stop regardless of how lazy he'd been lately. He was wearing my favorite grey sweat pants and his feet were dressed in a furry pair of white flip flops. "Gigi." He caught my gaze in the mirror and walked to stand behind me. I looked away from him and concentrated mainly on my face and attacking the unwanted zit. He wrapped his arms around me and began to rock from side to side, "that zit is almost as good as invisible, I have no idea what you think you're doing." "I need my face to look perfect, this isn't." I stuck my lips out in a childish pout. "But you have to leave for college, you'll be late for the orientation if you keep this up." I put the zit cream down on the desk in front of the mirror and turned around to face him, still maintaining his grip around my waist. I made a mental note to pack the zit cream along so I could continue with treatment when i got to college. "If you don't change out of those pants and I keep feeling your p***s around my butt, I might end up being late as fuck." I teased, leaning upward so I could kiss his lips. "Hmm." He mumbled, closing his eyes and moving his hands towards my butt. "I don't know about that." He tried to bury his face into my neck but I restricted his permission. "No bad boy, I'll get ready. Where's Maya and Carlos?" I pulled away from him and stared at the mirror one more time, scoffing before making my way to the closet so I could change out of my bath robe. "I just checked on them, they're watching cartoons in their bedroom." He informed, moving closer to me. We had renovated the mansion in so many aspects, to suit my presence and the children's. The bedroom was now modified with purple lights lurking from every corner of the room. There was a three dimension wallpaper on one wall of the room that resembled a horse breaking through the wall and surrounded by golden stars. Opposite it was the ceiling to floor glass window that led to our exotic balcony that was a world for colourful flowers. The ceiling was one we could open with a remote, at night, in case we wanted to gaze at the stars right in the middle of our bedroom. It was marveling to the sight. Our bedroom was on the seventh floor, I'd managed to convince him to select that one because of the star gazing. I slipped out of the bathrobe and hung it back in our beautiful walk in closet that was literally twice the size of my old bedroom before I got married. It was a white and black themed closet that I couldn't help but adore with all I had. "You shouldn't have done that." Sebastian commented behind me. "Done what?" I attempted to turn around and look at him but he stopped me, wrapping one arm around me and cupping one of my breasts with his other. "Dude, this isn't the time for that." I giggled, attempting to slap his hand off but he refused to let go. "Come on, this will be fun." He grinned, sucking a large part of my neck and moving his hip so I could feel his hard, "my little guy's already reacting to your body, you definitely don't want to turn him down." He whined. "Oh alright," I turned around, "I'll miss having to go early on my first day in college just so my horny husband and I can get lost in 'ouchs and oohs' " I said. "Stop making it sound like a bad thing." He let go of me while I selected a lace bra and a pink top a popular brand sent to me for being their ambassador. "It will be quick, I promise." He stared at me like a lost puppy. I laughed at his words and put on a black mini skirt. "You? Quick?" I shook my head with a smirk, "the last time we had closet s*x, we spent two hours, taking new rounds and practicing new styles, not today dog." I walked out of the closet after grabbing a mini purse but he pulled me back inside with a hold of my wrist. "Fine then, watch me change out of my clothes as well. If you can bear the torture, then great." He teased and hurried to get out of the clothes he was in. Just to be dramatic, he gave his erect manhood a few strokes. I rolled my eyes and with a smirk, I added, "oh alright you got me there, just this one quick orgasm, and we're done, yeah?" I asked. "Yes!" He beamed victoriously. I giggled at that and jumped into his naked arms, wrapping my feet around his waist and my hands around his neck. He held my back with a strong grip as we moved backwards, our lips connected in horny kisses. We stopped moving when we came in contact with the wall and he pulled away from my lips to torture my neck with kisses. That caused me to feel ticklish and I began to erupt loud shrieks in response. This was one of the best things I loved about being Sebastian's wife. Our love was limitless and we extended it to every aspect of our lives. It was a blessing to be married to him and there was nothing sweeter than being a billionaire's wife.