with anger or, worse, disappointment.
Instead, he gently smiled at me, moving his hand away from my face to take my hand in his own, pressing it to his lips.
"Is that all?" He asked gently, "Is that the weight that you've been carrying around so heavily?"
My chin jerked in a strained nod, "I'm so sorry, I never thought-"
My words were silenced as my husband closed the small distance between our bodies, his mouth descending upon my own.
I sighed, eyes rolling shut as his hands smoothed over the tingling flesh of my neck, his fingers dancing like tiny, electric dancers over me.
“I understand what happened, Macy. Our marriage was confusing at best, and I was gone. It only makes sense that you would seek happiness elsewhere.” He breathed against my lips.
I could feel him everywhere, I could feel his every breath as his lips moved against mine. I could feel his heart beating against his chest as his body hung over my own.
My fingers, with a life of their own, slowly splayed over the perfect muscles of his tan flesh, feeling every inch of his body. Further and further they explored, sliding along the loose band of his boxers.
“I won’t do it again.” I gasped, shiver rolling up my spine, “I swear.”
His mouth greedily drank my kiss like red wine as his expert fingers snagged one of my own, lacing our fingers together as he pressed my palm into the bed above my head. HIs other hand danced down my side, gripping at the oversized t-shirt and effortlessly lifting it up so his shockingly warm palm could glide easily below my exposed back.
He arched my body into him as I gasped against his lips, my head arching back into the bed as his scorching tongue descended upon my neck. His teeth grazed the electrified flesh, wandering over my collarbone.
He released me from his hold only long enough to take the ends of my shirt in his hands and lift it up and away from my body, our clothes quickly piling like autumn leaves on the floor.
“You won’t.” He said, “Because you’re mine. You belong to me. Every inch of you.”
I lay beneath him, my arms crossed over my exposed body, as his greedy gaze looked over me.
I was not beautiful, I wasn't perfect, and yet he looked at me as though he were in awe of every curve and dip of my skin, as though he wanted to taste and touch all of me.
I turned my gaze away, bashful and embarrassed, but he took my chin in his hand and turned me back to face him.
"You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life..." He whispered, as his hands took my own in his hold, pinning them overhead as his body rest flat against my own.
I couldn't see past the ocean of his eyes, the red of his full, swollen lips. I could see myself, reflected in his loving gaze, and I looked like a stranger. The desire on my face was etched as clear as a Roman statue’s.
I'd never wanted anything as badly as I wanted to feel him against me. I'd never wanted anything as badly as his kiss and touch.
Even with Lewis threatening to destroy everything we knew. We would be alright as long as we had each other at the end of the day.
I knew that now, and I would never, ever forget it.
Chapter Nine
The early morning sun's rays seeped over my skin, warming every inch of my exposed body.
I shifted, heavy arm of my husband reflexively curling around my stomach and drawing me further into his warmth. My eyes closed once more, much more content to never leave the basking warmth of my lover.
Last night had been magical. I could still feel his lips all over my body, I could still feel the way his muscles strained and his gentle words spilled from mirthful lips into my ear.
It was like nothing I’d ever experienced. It was like nothing I could ever have dreamed. Had his naked body not curled against mine so perfectly in this moment, I would have never believed it truly happened.
Just thinking about his strong arms wrapped so tight around my body left me burning to the core, as though I were
Instead, he gently smiled at me, moving his hand away from my face to take my hand in his own, pressing it to his lips.
"Is that all?" He asked gently, "Is that the weight that you've been carrying around so heavily?"
My chin jerked in a strained nod, "I'm so sorry, I never thought-"
My words were silenced as my husband closed the small distance between our bodies, his mouth descending upon my own.
I sighed, eyes rolling shut as his hands smoothed over the tingling flesh of my neck, his fingers dancing like tiny, electric dancers over me.
“I understand what happened, Macy. Our marriage was confusing at best, and I was gone. It only makes sense that you would seek happiness elsewhere.” He breathed against my lips.
I could feel him everywhere, I could feel his every breath as his lips moved against mine. I could feel his heart beating against his chest as his body hung over my own.
My fingers, with a life of their own, slowly splayed over the perfect muscles of his tan flesh, feeling every inch of his body. Further and further they explored, sliding along the loose band of his boxers.
“I won’t do it again.” I gasped, shiver rolling up my spine, “I swear.”
His mouth greedily drank my kiss like red wine as his expert fingers snagged one of my own, lacing our fingers together as he pressed my palm into the bed above my head. HIs other hand danced down my side, gripping at the oversized t-shirt and effortlessly lifting it up so his shockingly warm palm could glide easily below my exposed back.
He arched my body into him as I gasped against his lips, my head arching back into the bed as his scorching tongue descended upon my neck. His teeth grazed the electrified flesh, wandering over my collarbone.
He released me from his hold only long enough to take the ends of my shirt in his hands and lift it up and away from my body, our clothes quickly piling like autumn leaves on the floor.
“You won’t.” He said, “Because you’re mine. You belong to me. Every inch of you.”
I lay beneath him, my arms crossed over my exposed body, as his greedy gaze looked over me.
I was not beautiful, I wasn't perfect, and yet he looked at me as though he were in awe of every curve and dip of my skin, as though he wanted to taste and touch all of me.
I turned my gaze away, bashful and embarrassed, but he took my chin in his hand and turned me back to face him.
"You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life..." He whispered, as his hands took my own in his hold, pinning them overhead as his body rest flat against my own.
I couldn't see past the ocean of his eyes, the red of his full, swollen lips. I could see myself, reflected in his loving gaze, and I looked like a stranger. The desire on my face was etched as clear as a Roman statue’s.
I'd never wanted anything as badly as I wanted to feel him against me. I'd never wanted anything as badly as his kiss and touch.
Even with Lewis threatening to destroy everything we knew. We would be alright as long as we had each other at the end of the day.
I knew that now, and I would never, ever forget it.
Chapter Nine
The early morning sun's rays seeped over my skin, warming every inch of my exposed body.
I shifted, heavy arm of my husband reflexively curling around my stomach and drawing me further into his warmth. My eyes closed once more, much more content to never leave the basking warmth of my lover.
Last night had been magical. I could still feel his lips all over my body, I could still feel the way his muscles strained and his gentle words spilled from mirthful lips into my ear.
It was like nothing I’d ever experienced. It was like nothing I could ever have dreamed. Had his naked body not curled against mine so perfectly in this moment, I would have never believed it truly happened.
Just thinking about his strong arms wrapped so tight around my body left me burning to the core, as though I were
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