Part 8

“What are you talking about? I almost lost you and no, I don’t have that problem.” As I point to my semi-erect genital area.

“I’m sorry, I’m all over the place, and I know that sex won’t make things better but between the frustration of hiding and not getting, any is causing problems within.”

I walk over to her and whispered in her ear for us to skip dinner. She pushes me away from her, turns her back, and started to put on a pair of black boy shorts. On my knees I crawl up behind her pulling them back down with my teeth. Placing my hand on the low end of her back to push her forward so she’s bending over, while holding her hips to make sure she complies.

“I wasn’t saying right now Eric.”

“What you said is you need a connection, let us connect.”

She turns to face me, hand under my chin, she escort me to my feet. I wasn’t going to take no for an answer; she's my wife, and feels as if I'm not giving her what she desires. Although, all I'm trying to do is protect her by remaining focused. I swat her hand away from my face and lean in to kiss her. Forcing her against the wall as she grabs the back of my neck, pulling me into her. Legs around my waist, arms around my neck, heavy breathing, and a burst of adrenaline takes over the both of us simultaneously. She’s pulling me closer, scratching me as I place her on the dresser. Everything about me is ready to go, I didn’t know how bad I needed this time until right now. A bomb could come through the window but I can’t say that I would stop. Pulling away from her I tell her not to move. Legs bent, arms stretched out, and her lovely spot beckoning me to enter. I sat on the edge of the bed admiring her throb and gush with excitement. I knew exactly what I wanted, creeping back over to her, partially bent over so my thick beard can met her pleasuring hole.

I give it just the way she likes it; I know because she rubs the back of my head with approval. The shaking, body jerking, and fluids are just confirmation that I have her body under my control. Right, left, circle, around, in, out, suck, kiss, then repeat. She places her feet on my shoulders, pushing me away from her, both of our bodies dripping with sweat she tugs on my manhood and places it where she wants it to be. I don’t mind being my wife’s sex slave, I’m here to please her whatever way she desires but since it’s be awhile; I take it slow, hoping not to damage her wounds that are not yet healed. After a few short slow strokes, she yells out for more. Still slow, but I’m going as deep as she allows all the while tapping from side to side so she knows that I have full control. Without hesitation, he grabs my throat, pushes me off of her, and onto the floor. She jumps on top, holding my hands down showing dominance over me, basically telling me it’s time for me to be submissive. With every stroke of her body pounding vigorously against mine, I could feel the tightness around me, and the wetness blessing my stomach and thighs. Reaching our climax at the same time, her body drops on mine, as we synchronize until our very last thrust.