The Alpha's Exchanged Mate
The Alpha’s Exchanged Mate – Chapter 15

Edwina’s POV…

He let out a soft m**n. He was trying not to, but the harder I sucked into his hard length, the more he m****d. I must say that when I entered the bathroom, I told myself that I was not going to have s*x with him today. I had always had this romanticized visual about s*x; it had to be done for love and nothing more.

Then I remembered all the experiences I had with Benedict; he was the first and only man I had ever been with. He loved to f**k, hard and fast, and we had two different views about what s*x should be like. I wanted to make love to him, and he wanted nothing other than to bang s*x. He took me everywhere; in the kitchen, couch, bedroom, car, and sometimes in public areas.

I didn’t feel like his wife, but more like his f**k buddy by the amount of time, we had s*x and also by the absence of emotions from him whenever we had intercourse. It was not my ideal marriage or s*x, and whenever I raised my concern about how my s****l needs were not being met, he would always say to me,

“Edwina, why do you love complaining so much? S*x is meant to be hard and fast; slow s*x is for the novices.”

“No, it’s not. People who share intimacy make love to each other. For God’s sake Benedict, you barely k**s me when we have s*x.”

“I barely k**s you, but don’t I make you cum?” He would always ask, rendering me speechless, and that would ultimately be the end of the conversation and most likely the start of another f**k session.

When people say s*x doesn’t keep a man, I truly agree with them because I gave Benedict everything he could ask for. I met all his s****l needs but yet, but he still cheated.

So, when I went to the bathroom and was showering, I realized that I had never had s*x for love as I claimed to want. So, then I thought, why should this be any different from what I have been used to? When I left the bathroom with just my towel, I understood the assignment, all I had to do was to take him to the bed, get him hard, and f**k him, but when it started with a k**s, a deep, wet k**s, I melted. That wasn’t my idea of s*x and moving to the bed. Even with his restriction, he still romanced me, kissing me, sucking me, and fingering me. He didn’t do it hard just to give me an o****m which I had always been used to, but for the moment.

Was I just overthinking this? Maybe this wasn’t him making love, but he felt the need to compensate due to his restriction.

When he sucked and fingered me at the same time, he did it for a long time. He didn’t hurry. He did it with so much care and longing.

“Edwina,” he called out my name as he struggled to catch his breath. I was still going down on him.

“Uhm mm,” I replied, still a mouth full.

“If you…” he paused as I continued to go harder, “if you continue with this, I will cum and you won’t.” He struggled to say as I still kept on and paused.

“Let’s switch,” he said, and I lifted my head up and glared at him.

“How?” I asked.

“Let me go down on you,” he whispered, and I shrugged. How do I tell him? I had never had anyone go down on me. With Benedict, we just f****d, long and hard, till my legs were shaking and hurting me.

“Okay, how do we do it?” I asked.

“Just lie down and I will do the rest,”

“Do you want me to help you move?” I asked.

“No, I can manage,” he replied. I watched him struggle a bit to lower himself down. I noticed that for a man with limited mobility, he sure does move effectively. He lowered himself to the point where his head was buried in between my legs, and then he began using his hands to gently rub my clit. He rested his tongue on them, and he began exploring and doing magical things to me. I m****d and sometimes let out exasperated gasps when I thought I was about to cum, but then he slowed down for me not to.

“Not yet,” he said with a smirk on his face. When I started this process, I never thought I would really enjoy it. Who said s*x had to be about love?

He continued to suck my clit, and I squealed and let out a squeaky sound. When I was close to the ending, he would slow down his momentum again, and I could see him repeat the same sequence. I was yearning for him the more he proceeded with doing that, and then I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Let me f**k you,” I finally said, almost begging, and then he smiled. He dragged himself on top of the bed and sat down, relaxing on the wooden support.

“How do we do it?” I asked. I hope he doesn’t get offended, but this was the first time I was having s*x in this kind of circumstance.

“Have you ever ridden a man before?” He asked, and I nodded my head. I got on top of him, and he wrapped his hand around my waist.

“Slowly, take it easy,” he instructed as I guided his length inside me. When his hard d**k was inside me, I let out another sound as we both g*****d together.

“Gosh,” he cried out as I began riding him slowly. We were both moaning, and we kept moaning as the synchrony of our rhythm took a faster pace, and soon, we were both moaning as we kept going. I knew we were about to reach climax, and as soon as we did, we were both coming as we finished together.

“F**k,” he muttered with a smile on his face.

“I need to go shower,” I requested, and he nodded his head. We were still breathing heavily from the marathon; something tells me we both haven’t had s*x in a while. I stood up and walked into the bathroom again, staring at myself in the mirror,

What the f**k just happened?

It was strange for me, but I actually enjoyed having s*x with him. I didn’t love him, but I enjoyed s*x with him, whereas I loved Benedict but didn’t enjoy the type of s*x I had with him.

I had always wanted both love and s****l pleasure to be given to me by one guy, but I have come to realize that in life, you don’t always get what you want. And sometimes, what you want doesn’t always want you.

Was I to accept this situation and make it my new normal? I sighed because the answers were obvious to me. I rinsed my face with water and turned on the shower to bathe again. I had always fantasized about shower s*x where one would k**s away all the wetness and sweetness. Benedict and I never had that; he would probably f**k me before we even got to the shower.

I rinsed off my body with a towel, and I realized I was hesitating because of the awkwardness that comes with first s*x. What was I going to tell him?

I walked out of the bathroom after letting out an exasperated gasp and went out. Xander was now seated back in his wheelchair.

“You took quite a while. I was almost thinking you weren’t going to come out,” he remarked with a smile on his face.

” I took a shower,” I knew he was aware of that, but I didn’t know what else to reply to him with.

Soon there was an awkward silence in the room.

“I know this will take a while for you to adjust; I am not about to push you into anything you aren’t comfortable with,” he muttered gently to me.

“I think, for now, I would like my own room,” I replied. I wasn’t even sure where that came from, but I knew how it would make him feel, considering we just had s*x, and I am now requesting this.

“I am not saying I won’t be performing my wifey duties___.”

“Now, you are the one with the duties and responsibilities to talk.” He cut right into me, mid-sentence.

“I am just trying to clarify it for you so that you don’t think I am trying to avert my responsibilities,”

I glared at him as he remained silent.

“I will make arrangements for it if that’s what you want. As I said, I won’t be forcing you into anything you aren’t comfortable with,”

I could see a familiar sadness on his face, but I couldn’t say anything. He was already granting me what I had asked for.

“Okay,” I replied.

“I want to take my shower,” he said and began Wheeling himself towards the bathroom.

“Do you want me to help you?”

“No, I will manage,” he replied before shutting the door to the bathroom after entering.

I should not have done that. I should not have asked for that, especially right after s*x. I detested this situation I was in now. I don’t love this man, but I signed up for this and all its inconvenience.

“I will try to endure till it can be bearable,” I whispered to myself.

“I will try to endure.”