She bent over the ledge in front of the window. When she heard the door, she leaned over even farther. This had to work. It was the last night of their vacation and he hadn't touched her; not once. A hand slid over her hip and she smiled. His other hand fisted her hair, bracing her for his cock. He slid inside her, deep and hard. She cried out over his silence. He'd never fucked her like this... just FUCKED her. It's what she wanted. Needed. Wild. Unrestrained. Until she heard the door again. Until his voice whispered "honey" from the doorway. A backward glance showed the tan legs and sandals of the boy she'd flirted with by the pool. They froze.
A moment of panic took her before she heard her husband cross the floor. She began to stammer the words, "I thought he was you," but he silenced her with a fingertip. Then he saw her. He truly saw her, the woman he married, wanted, and desired. His hand slid through her hair as the other man's hand fell away, yet the two men looked at each other and the husband nodded. She braced herself and moaned as he plunged back inside her. Her husband pressed his lips to her, murmuring "beautiful" as a tear slid down her cheek. His mouth molded to hers with fresh heat. His tongue slipped between her lips and danced in a way it hadn't in what felt like forever. Strange hands found her shoulders and pulled her deep as she came, but it was her husband's kiss. His kiss was her satisfaction.
i love it, so sad,and yet so insanely hot, and then tender and then, oh, I don't know, back to sad and hot again. And I PROMISE i didn't read your before writing mine.
ReplyDeleteI had no private time since wednesday and just love this post of yours, so thank you.
This is getting fun. I'll pic the picture for next time.... :-)