Page 29 of Lies in Promises
“You’ve missed it, huh?” I pause, trying to find my bearings. “I’ve missed it too,” I say, my voice sounding strained.
This is the most action I’ve seen in months, and the few touches and kisses she gives are driving me over the edge.
Marisela places a kiss just above the waistband of my boxers before turning her face up to look at me.
She’s as gorgeous as the day we met.
Her eyes gleam with lust and mischief, and the smile that plays on her lips is sensual and full of trouble. I absolutely love it when she looks like this.
“Have you really?” she lets out almost seductively as she sits up and shifts just enough to straddle me.
My hands instantly go to her ass, pushing her nightgown up just a bit. Her hands land on my shoulders, her face just inches from mine.
“I have,” I say, leaning in ever so slightly and placing a kiss on her luscious lips.
Kisses here and there and a few ass grabs are all I’ve been able to get since our last baby was born, and at the time, I thought those small things were enough, but feeling her on my lap, rocking against my cock, tells me it wasn’t. I want more, just like I always do when it comes to my wife.
I let my hand slide under the fabric of her nightgown and palm her ass, digging my fingers into her globes.
“Maybe you should show me just how much you have missed me waking you up,” my wife sighs, her lips gliding over mine, giving me a whisper of a kiss.
I pull my face back just slightly so I can look into her beautiful brown eyes. “Are you sure? If you aren’t ready, we can do this another day.”
I want my wife, more than fucking anything, but if she’s not ready yet to have sex, I’m okay with that. As long as my mouth is on her and my hands are roaming her body, I will be more than fine.
“Robert, I’m sure. It’s been ten months. I’m ready. I want you, and I want you to fuck me so hard, it’s the only thing I think about for days.” Her words almost sound like a plea.
I’m not one to disappoint my wife.
If she wants me to fuck her, she will get what she wants.
My fingers dig into her skin, holding her to me with no room to squirm away.
My mouth is a mere centimeter from hers when I respond. “If my wife wants me to fuck her hard, then that is what she is going to get.”
Another giggle escapes her. “You better get to it then, before the kids wake up.”
I quickly pull away from my wife and look at the clock on my nightstand. It’s only six fifteen in the morning; the kids won’t wake up for another hour.
We have all the time in the world.
With a smirk, I turn back to face her, my hands pushing up the fabric of her nightgown until it’s completely off her.
She looks fucking magnificent straddling me like this. Her skin glows in the small bit of light. Her nipples stand, begging for my attention, while her pussy slides against my covered cock. It’s a stunning sight.
“Baby, I have plenty of time. There’s no reason to rush.” I take one of her nipples in my mouth, giving it a good tug. “But I will because I want to hear you scream my name.”
I suck on her nipple as my fingers dig into her globes.
She lets out a moan. “Robert.”
For the next hour, Marisela screams and pants out my name as if it were a prayer.
And it’s the sweetest prayer I’ve heard in a long time.
An houror so after our unholy prayer session, we were in the kitchen with our children, having breakfast.
It was a normal meal, one full of laughter, yelling, and a child getting reprimanded for hitting a sibling. Still, something felt off to me. I had spent the whole meal trying to pinpoint why that was and why this meal felt different from all the others I had shared with my family. But in the time it took me to finish my food, I wasn’t able to pinpoint it.
