I can feel your breath blowing gently on the nape of my neck and ever so softly your lips kiss it. Goosebumps rise all over my body.
I love how your body gives mine such an intoxicating effect.
Your hands wrap around me and hold me gently, I press myself into your mold and nuzzle against your warm kisses. Your voice in the morning is the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard, especially when you tell me you thought about me in your subconscious.
First you explain why you don’t want to leave the bed. Your excuse is you’re too addicted to the moment to want to let it go. I turn over to caress your soft yet defined jaw, that same jaw that I loved to kiss all the time. I whisper to you that you need to leave, but for some reason you kiss my lips and press in to me more.
I don’t argue, your lips are addictive.
You whisper softly that you want to make love like the first time. Our first time.
The memory makes me smirk.
Somehow my night gown slides down my body to reveal a completely nude underneath, I watch your breath become uneven. In return I slip beneath the sheets to tug at your sweatpants. You, too, are nude beneath your bottoms. When I meet your level of gaze I couldn’t help but think about how much I love you and how much you have changed me.
You’ve turned me into a nympho.
Very swiftly you turn me onto my back and kiss my neck, your hands wander down to exposed modesty, and your body moves lightly above mine. Watching you enjoy yourself has always been my favourite part. You kiss down my stomach and stop at my hips before smiling up at me. My hands run through your soft brown strands as you crawl back up to me. I feel my legs spread further involuntarily. You look down at me as you align your appendage to my sex and hold your breath as I feel you enter me. The feeling always makes me gasp. After you begin to make love to me you slowly lick my neck before biting it hard. I roll my eyes back to endure the pain then sigh as I feel the pleasure. Such a bittersweet feeling.
You become impatient and want to release your seed, you would always say the slow movements would say ‘The slow movements test my patience,’ in such a soft tone. I watch you bite your lip until it bled then witness your body tremble lightly. I gasp loudly at the beautiful sight and feel a warm sensation tingle all over my body before my back arches from the bed. My chest presses to yours as you hold onto me tighter.
You watch my eyes dilate, it has always been your third favourite part.
As I release myself you whisper how I make you feel, what I make you feel like doing and what you plan on doing after you finish. His dirty talking always enhances that beautiful climatic push I felt.
When I finish I quickly maneuver myself on top of you and watch you squirm beneath me. I have the power now. The feeling of my body overtaking yours pushes you over the edge as you release each breathtaking seed into my womb. I encourage your release by gently whispering in your ear then roughly pull your hair. You love when I do the unexpected. As soon as you finish I look at you then look at the clock and tell you have to leave.
Do you listen? Of course not.
My abdomen and thighs are sweaty and sore, my arse hurts from your continuous hard grasps. I have sex bruises, and I loved it.
As you always do, you roll me off and begin to dress yourself.
“I will see you on Sunset,” he says.
I look at him and sigh. The man I loved with all of my heart doesn’t love me with all of his. Even though he says he loves me I know where he goes after he leaves me. He has turned me into the “other woman” and I hated it. I hated how he will never be mine, I hated the nagging feeling I felt after we made love or when we would go out.
“Make sure to wear the ivory dress with the lace lingerie,” he adds before crawling up to kiss me. I turn my head.
“C’mon, please don’t be like this. I love you. “
Like those words will replace the ache in my soul. I just nod and kiss his cheek before going into the shower. He watches me, I feel his eyes observe my movements, then chases after me. He holds me and kisses me intensely, the first passionate kiss I’ve had in years. I open my eyes to watch him watch me as our lips remain locked. He soon breaks the kiss, ever so gently, and rubs my arm.
“I do love you, and tonight you will be mine,” he says as his hand smooths across my cheek.
I smirk and kiss him.
“I love you, too, Sam.”
“Maybe tonight you can return the favour?” he asks softly.
She bites her lip and nods before she watches him smile and leave. She had never cheated on any of her companions before until she met Sam. Maybe she would leave her husband.
The price we pay for love.