Are You...? Pt. 02

"Please," I said, "go strip the bed, just a new top sheet. Only that. Please?"

I spoke impulsively. I wanted this day, Valentine's Day, our Anniversary to be a fresh start. I knew my manipulative scheme had failed that miserably. I hoped that this... passion. This passion that had bloomed in the ashes of that could grow. That our relationship could be redeemed, to be reborn.

He left, and I dried myself off. I took my time, and dried my hair. I didn't rush, but I was in a hurry. It was only a few minutes, but I missed his touch too much. With the roots of my hair still damp I returned to our marriage bed. He was lying on his back, his head turned towards the door. His hand gently stroking his impressive cock. Still hard, for me.

I crawled onto the bed, and kissed him. His hand lifted and cupped one of my breasts, I felt my stiff nipple press into his thigh, and he groaned. I was on my knees perpendicular to his body, and kissed my way down his chest and abdomen. I nuzzled his erection with my mouth, my hands holding my body up. He twisted so his hands could enjoy the feel of my breasts. His breath quickened into a gasp as my mouth enveloped his crown.

"Fuck," he said, "I'm a bit sensitive, but that still feels really good."

I lifted my hand from the bed, and slid my palm against his forearm. He followed my pull, then gripped the top of my head. My unspoken action reminding him that I was his to control. I needed his hand there. I wanted him to show me what he wanted.

I opened my mouth, and he pressed my head down.

"Oh fuck, yes," I thought as my mouth filled with his hot flesh.

I tried to swallow, and coughed. He pulled me back allowing me to take a breath, then when I nodded, he pushed me back again. This time I timed it right, and his sensitive crown pressed into my soft palate then pushed into my throat. He groaned as I swallowed, and I held my breath. My mouth filled with his cock. My nose nestled into his pubic hair. I raised up my chest, carrying my weight on my thighs and back and lifted my hand to fondle his heavy balls. He lifted his hips and I felt his cock slip deeper. I closed my eyes, fighting the impulse to breath. Then he pulled my head up, and I took a deep, wet breath. Wet thick saliva streamed from my mouth and ran down his rigid shaft. I hungrily took him back into my mouth. His hand guided me, then held me as his hips lifted up. The waves of his thrust filled me with more hunger. The feel of his other hand gliding under my abdomen, cupping my soaked sex, made me writh with deep hunger.

"Oh please," I cried when he let me up, "Let me ride you."

His response was to pull my hair and drag me up to a deep kiss.

Fuck, I almost came at his control of me.

I straddled his hips, and grabbed his cock. I lifted as his tongue invaded my lips, I offered him my mouth and sank onto his spit slicked shaft. Oh fuck, how he filled me, he fit so perfectly. The shift of the plug in my ass as it made room for his girth made an animal growl emit from my parted lips. I breathed into his mouth, and he inhaled my essence. Conjoined, our bodies melded.

His hands lifted to my breasts, cupping them gently. I groaned a bit, and he took the hint and grabbed them roughly. Possessing my tits in his hands. I ground my hips onto the root of his cock, then leaned forward. I pressed my nipples into his palms as he milked my flesh hard. I rode his cock, rolling my hips, dropping my thighs. Enjoying the way his cock pressed against all the right places deep inside me. The fullness of when his head almost parted my lips then grooved back into my tight crease.

I trembled as a wave of orgasm crested and my cunt convulsed on his cock. He thrust his hips as I froze riding the sensation, and his rapid fire pounding made me trip into another wave of bliss. He pulled a hand from my tit, and gripped a handful of hair, and pulled my head to the side. His other hand pushed me, rolling me onto my back as my body trembled.

Then he was over me, his knees lifting under my parted thighs. Then he was in me again. His body rising from between my thighs as his hips pounded deeply into me. His eyes blazed as he fucked me. He took me, hard. He stared at me, his mouth open as he grunted. He leaned forward, and pressed my shoulders to the mattress. The angle of his thrusts shifted and I bucked, another fucking orgasm. He was hitting me in all the right places. He wasn't easy, or gentle, he fucked me hard until he came. His back rigid as his hips pumped, filling my cunt again.

Then.

Then his body softened.

Now it was okay.

He slumped forward onto me, his head resting between my breasts. I enveloped his body with my arms. His hips slowly drew back and flexed forward, stirring my insides in post-orgasmic bliss. His weight felt like a blanket over me. I was secure in his embrace, and his body protected me. I loved this man. Only this man. Forever this man.

"Thank you," I whispered, the emotion in my voice palpable, "Thank you for forgiving me, thank you for loving me. Happy Valentine's day."

"You're welcome," he growled in a low whisper, "You're mine, only mine, forever mine. Happy Valentine's day."

Then his breaths became more steady. Then his body relaxed more. Then he was sleeping, his dead weight on my body, compressing me. I smiled up to the ceiling, and relaxed. I closed my eyes. I knew we'd talk it through. I knew we'd change how we lived. I knew it, because he was who I married. He loved me, and I loved him.

Then I slept too.

Fin.

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Author's Note:

Thanks to mgenette for the quick turnaround editing this follow-up piece. Any remaining errors are entirely mine. I hope you enjoyed the read. Thank you for reading, voting and commenting.