[2] Predictability
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~MATURE CONTENT~
~CAROLINE~ One Year Later
“f**k,” my husband groaned as I squeeze my walls around his hefty c**k. Shower water sprinkled down my backside, the sound hardly drowning our screams of pleasure. Thrusting deeper inside me, he grabbed my neck, yanking me back to his bulky chest. I yelped in surprise. Whimpers ruptured through me as he sped himself within me, his hand playing at my neck before squeezing tightly. “You’re not about to c*m, are you?” he growled in my ear.
I shook my head, moaning at the pressure of his hand around my throat. Lifting one of my legs, he positioned himself to slam inside me, detonating a burst of blinding euphoria. Fighting the boiling orgasm demanding sweet release, I focused on his fingers kneading the skin of my neck. I couldn’t c*m, not without his permission.
He’d become very authoritative this morning, which I liked.
Slowly, he pulled back his muscular hips, leaving only his tip in my entrance. “Use your words, girl,” he breathed in my ear. His deep groveling voice made me melt in his arms, awaking a moan when he nibbled on my earlobe slowly. Moving his hips gently, he teased my wet entrance, building the tension in the pit of my gut. “Are you about to c*m?”
“No, master,” I sighed, his hand caressing the length of my arms. “Not without your permission.”
“Good.” Stopping at my elbows, his grip tightened. Anticipation spiraled through me, a cyclone growing by the second as he teased my entrance so recklessly. I wanted him entirely in me. But he was in charge and if I inched myself on him, he’d punish me. Slow, mercilessly, and memorably. I licked my lips at the thought of what said punishment would be, half tempted to lower myself. “So obedient.”
That’s when I felt him, his girthy rod abruptly inside me. Strong and unrestrained. Filling me up with delicious zeal. My passionate scream tore through the bathroom, making Troy tremble with excitement. He didn’t allow me to collect the scraps of my sanity before moving his hips back and forth, slamming inside me harder and faster than before. The room filled with clouds of steam and groans of pleasure, our bodies igniting in a wondrous rhythm.
Slowing down, I leaned my head back on his shoulder, enjoying every bit of this sensation. He found my lips, kissing me hungrily, his teeth biting my lower lip.
I couldn’t take it any longer. “Master, please let me c*m!” I begged, his hard member pulsating within me. I tightened my core around him again, causing him to groan ruggedly in my ear. He was reaching his breaking point as well. “Please!”
He let go of one arm, grabbing my chin rough to turn to him. “c*m. Then get on your knees.” Parting his lips, he absorbed me in lustful bliss, tongue licking the tip of mine. He sighed against my lips. “I wanna paint that pretty chest.”
Granting him another quick kiss, he thrust himself harder inside me, encouraging me to reach the pinnacle of ecstasy. Like the helpful husband he is, his fingers taunted the folds of my treasure box, twisting and flicking my nub.
“Oh, yes! Right there!” I squealed, thighs quivering with wetness.
I trembled at his touch, moaning with each thrust that entered. Swatting and pulling, I felt the bubbles of my orgasm rising again, gradually filling my pelvis. Troy continued to rock his hips, his balls slapping against my core, making my climax all the more arousing.
“Ah, master, I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”
Like heated lava, my climax erupted with intensive force and adrenaline, causing my body to jolt against him.
Having felt my shuddering orgasm, Troy slipped out of me, snapping his fingers in command. Swiftly, I turned towards him, lowering myself to the wet tiles obediently. Water sprayed down my body, drenching my hair as I watched my husband stroke his hard shaft. The muscles in his forearm bulged; his chocolate eyes burned with a deviant glint. My heart fluttered bewilderingly like a love-struck teenager at the sight of handsomeness. I sucked on my bottom lip in anticipation as he stroked himself faster.
“Baby, get ready!” he howled, gritting his teeth, eyes plastered to his target on my bosoms.
Leaning his head back with a carnal groan, he held the base of his rod as ribbons of thick c*m painted my chest beautifully.
Delicately, I made a line through it with my finger, tasting his hot liquid before the water could wash it down the drain. Heaving in exhaustion, he commanded me to stand with the flick of his index finger. All too happy to oblige, I entered his welcoming embrace, wrapping his arms around me in satisfaction.
He kissed my forehead sweetly. “I love you, honey,” he murmured.
I squeezed my arms around his naked torso, his abs scraping against my moist body. “Love you too.” Taking a moment to calm our hearts, I pecked him on the cheek. “I really needed that.”
“I know, lovely,” he sighed against my forehead, absentmindedly switching off the water behind me. “I did too.” Stepping out first, Troy grabbed us both a towel to dry off. When he dried off quicker than I, wrapping the towel low enough on his waist to show off the V-line, he handed me another for my hair. I licked my lips at the sight, body heating up for another round but knowing we had to get ready for the day.
“Thanks.”
“No problem.”
Done with our sexapades, we dived straight into our agenda for the day, heading into our walk-in closet. “I have a meeting with a new client at nine and a breach hearing at eleven,” I informed him, picking out a white blouse and setting it on the counter. “I should be available for lunch by one.”
“Let’s say one-thirty,” he said, pulling out a blue dress shirt and dark slacks. “There’s a new consultation on a construction project at eleven thirty and usually the new clients take extra time.” I flashed him a pencil skirt with a gold chain belt and a pair of black slacks. He pointed to the pencil skirt. “After lunch, I have to head downtown to check on the new remodels.” He slipped on an undershirt and some underwear. “Who’s picking up Jenna from the airport?”
“I am.” Still drying my hair, I looked through the glass jewelry drawer for a pair of matching earrings. “She flies in at five-thirty. You made sure her room was set, right?” I pulled out a pair of dangling diamonds.
“Of course. And I already confirmed our reservation for dinner after she arrives and gets settled.”
“Perfect.” I pulled out my make-up case before setting my hair in a ponytail.
“Are you excited Jenna’s going to be living with us for a while?” he asked, slipping on his pants. I gave him an ‘obviously’ look in the reflection of the mirror he smirked at. I love Jenna and have been excited to have her under the same roof again like old times. She just accepted a job in the city as a high school English teacher and realty has been scarce for a while--especially affordable places. “Just asking. You kind of pushed her into settling for staying here until she found a place in her price range.”
“I wasn’t going to let her room with strangers when she has a successful sister with plenty of bedrooms.”
While slipping on his dress shirt, he kept his head down, and I could practically hear the heavy gears in his head spinning. I bit my tongue, hoping he wouldn’t bring up the forbidden subject of filling those bedrooms with children. I wasn’t ready for kids and he knew that. Plus, I take contraceptives religiously in fear of my womb being inhabited. He stayed silent behind me, probably having the entire conversation and hearing the same rejection in his head instead of having the argument verbally.
Good boy.
After getting changed and ready, Troy headed to the kitchen first to prepare our coffee and toast as usual. Like Newton’s cradle, we could predict the ripple effects of each other on a daily basis. He’ll wash out my favorite coffee cup and just put in cream and sugar in my coffee. His would just be pitch black. His toast would have honey butter while he made mines with strawberry jam. When we sat down at the bar, he’d place a kiss on my temple while handing me my food before taking his place beside me, grabbing his tablet. After a minute of checking the news, he’d get bored and place the tablet on his right side where he thought I couldn’t see him playing solitaire.
I could but I thought it was cute he thought he was being so secretive.
I’d been feeling as though our marriage has been just that--filled with routine simplicity. Don’t get me wrong, Troy and I have always had a well-balanced partnership. And I loved that about us. However, something was missing. I’d never felt so trapped in predictability. And if I spoke about it to Troy, he’d used our agreement of trying for kids after a year of marriage. I truly thought I’d warm up to the idea. It’d done the opposite, apprehension on the topic clutching at my throat, bring a sour taste in my mouth. I loved our intimate life together and work too much to get pregnant.
That’s why I insisted Jenna move in with us the moment she informed us that she’d be moving back. What great timing she has.
Ring.
We both turned to one another at the sound of the doorbell, not expecting anyone at seven a.m.
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