Page 27 of Merciful Lies

Well, I won’t touch her much.

I stand and walk to her side of the bed. She freezes in the act of pulling the covers to her waist. Her whiskey-colored eyes flick to mine.

“Is it okay if I sleep on this side?”

“Yeah, Rosebud. Sleep on any side you want.”

Then I bend down and cup the back of her head, my fingers gripping her hair, her scalp, and I tilt her towards me. Next, I bring my lips down on hers in a claiming kiss I feel all the way to my soul.

I expected her to duck away or maybe even slap me. But she doesn’t. Anna surprises me, lifting her face, angling it the rest of the way all the better to kiss me back.

And I love it. I love feeling her need. Knowing she wants me. That I’m not alone in this crazy pull I feel towards her.

My blood hums in my veins, and my cock is so hard it’s almost painful.

I slow the kiss, ending it with a loud, plucking sound, then I press my wife’s chest until she lays back her eyes on me while I tuck her in.

“Go to sleep, Wife.”

She nods.

“Goodnight, Nico.”

Her eyelids droop, closing on their own, and I stay there, my hand on her chest until I feel her breathing even out.

I scrub that same hand over my face as I head to the bathroom and strip. The sight of her clothes in my hamper catches my attention and before I step into the shower, I pick up her cotton panties.

My lips quirk.

They’re simple. Little pink bikinis with red hearts sketched across them. I bite my lip and lift them to my face. The scent of my wife’s sweet pussy invades my nostrils, and just like that my hard on is back.

I haven’t felt that in months. Not since she ran from my bed.

Resisting my urges isn’t something I regularly do, so instead of dropping her panties, I take them into the steaming shower with me.

Warm water hits my back and I turn, shoving Anna’s panties in my mouth.

Fuck, I wish I was feasting on her cunt. But this will do for now.

Groaning, I cup my aching balls, releasing them to squeeze my dick. And all the while I picture her.

Anna. My wife.

The image of her tear-stained face as she asks for my protection in my office fills my head. The surprised gasp she makes when I order her to marry me is next.

Her submission.

Her swollen belly.

Her whiskey eyes.

And her flower scent.

I stroke faster, squeezing my cock as the first twinges of my orgasm find me.

I think about the way she felt when I fucked her.

How wet her pussy got for me.

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