by V. Domino
The fingers grab my waist giving it a gentle squeeze as I gasp lightly with a deep, dark desire blooming within me.
“Good morning.’’ I smile into the pillow.
“Good morning, прекрасный,” Perses, my husband, whispered against my ear lobe giving it a gentle nibble.
I giggled, trying to get away from his hold feeling playful, but his grip tightened around my waist as he brought me closer to his hard, naked chest.
The tattoo of Perses on his arm was the first thing that caught my sight. I ran my fingertips along the lines and detailed definitions of his tattoo. Even after two years of our marriage the tattoo still fascinated me.
His kissed my neck, sucking on my pulse point as I arched my back, feeling the desire blossoming more and more.
“You look more and more beautiful as every day passes by, прекрасный,” he grunted against my skin as I felt his raging erection digging against my ass. I looked over shoulder to face him and put my hand behind his neck, grabbing a fistful of his dark black hair.
Прекрасный. Beautiful.
A title that he chose for me the day we met back in London. The time when my entire world was filled with darkness but he came into my life as the unexpected ray of light to bring brightness into my life. So much happened since that day, that even thinking about it brings every happiness, love, pain, fright and darkness flashing right in front of me. Years ago, I was blind and victim of rape, yet I followed my dream of becoming a ballerina. But meeting Perses was something I never saw coming and now having my forever with him makes all those moments worth it.
He looks right through me with his deep dark gaze and kisses me. His tongue dives deep into my mouth as he holds me close, and goose bumps scatter all over my skin. Our lips caressed each other, and I felt so lost in his touch…so addictive.
He begins to undo the buttons of my night shirt but when one button is stuck, he doesn’t waste his time and rips the shirt off my body.
“What’s the rush?’’ I giggle, licking his bottom lip.
“When it comes to you, baby, I need every inch of you right away.’’
He flips me making me lie on my back and stands between my legs. And just his sight makes my breath hitch. He is like a Greek god. Broad and muscular, with a scattering of dark hair. He has rippled abdomen and a V of muscles that disappears into his pants. His veins popping on his forearms, making his tattoo more defined.
Oh God.
Feeling the deep desire of hunger pacing up, I reach for his sweatpants and pull it down. He smiles, with his eyes fixed on mine.
“Stroke me, прекрасный.”
My heart somersaults in my chest and I grab his already hard dick in my hand. Pre-cum leaks from the head as I lean down and lick it off, tasting the saltiness on my tongue. He grunts, hissing through his clenched teeth while his hand caresses my hair. Kneeling in front of him, I take him in my mouth and stroke him at the same time. Our eyes never leaving each other’s sight. His gaze darkening with lust and pleasure as he watches me sucking his dick as it hits the back of my throat.
He caresses my cheek with the back of his knuckles as he smiles darkly at me.
“So beautiful. So innocent,’’ he whispered.
I kept sucking him as my tongue swirled around the head every now and then. I felt the spit drooling down from my chin but that didn’t matter to me. What mattered was pleasing my man.
He throws his head back growling in pleasure but as if he couldn’t take it anymore, he moved back and grabbed my hips to pick me up and make me lie down.
“My turn.’’
He slides my panties off. His eyes drop down on my body and then up my face, and he grins.
“I can see from here how wet you are, прекрасный,’’ he growls and hovers over my wet pussy. His hands run over my thighs. “Every inch of you is perfection,’’ he whispers.
His fingertips touch my stomach, tracing the stretch marks I got years ago when giving birth to our son. “Absolutely heavenly.’’
My heart races as he touches every inch of my body like he is relishing the softness and curves of my body. He reaches down and traces my wet pussy with his thumb circling my aching clit. He bends down and takes my nipple into his mouth, giving it a hard suck while circling and pinching my clit. The sound of my wet arousal and his hard sucking made me moan out loud, as my back arched with pleasure zapping through my nerves. That’s when I felt his three fingers penetrating inside my pussy and moving in and out with hard thrusts.
Fuck yea…so good…so fucking good.
The look of triumph and desire pooling in his eyes made my walls clench.
Orgasm was at the very peak point as he continued thrusting his skillful fingers in and out of me, but he was the master of tease. He pulled his wet fingers out and sucked on it while humming in approval. I let out a moan of whimper.
“Please, Perses. I need you.’’ I spread my legs open wider.
He grabs my hips and hovers over me with his dick sliding across my wet pussy, making me ache for him than ever.
“Do you love me?’’ he whispers against my lips.
“You know I love you,’’ I moan.
He pins both my hands above my head, linking our fingers together with our wedding rings clanking.
“Do you know how much I love you?’’
I look into his eyes with a soft gaze and kiss him deeply. “You love me unconditionally as much as I love you.’’
He smiles before I felt the head of his dick thrusting inside my pussy. I cried out loud, my legs wrapping around his hips, but soon that turned into a muffled voice as his lips smashed with mine into a deep passionate kiss. He thrusted in and out, grunting, as the sound of our skin slapping echoed in the room.
“Clench, baby,’’ he ordered.
I did as I was told and clenched hard, feeling the pleasure doubling. He pumps me harder and harder, making the headboard hit against the wall. He drank in my moans with his kiss and tightened his hold on my hands.
“Are you going to come for me, baby?’’
I nodded. “Yes! Please, Perses!’’ I begged.
“Come for me now, прекрасный.’’
He increased his pace and I felt his body tightening too with his dick twitching inside me. He was so close like me. And as if his words flipped on a switch, I came. Orgasm ripping through my nerves, making my body shudder intensely.
“Fuck,’’ Perses grunted as he followed my lead and came inside me, filling me with his come. His dick kept jerking inside me until nothing was left, and it softened.
God. I never wanted this moment to end.
He let out a sigh and rested his head against my neck, breathing in and out. His nose nuzzling my skin. But it’s Christmas week and we had lots to do.
Decorations. Inviting our colleagues over. Buying gifts.
But most of all, I needed to get his present ready. Even though I wasn’t sure if it will be a present, he was going to appreciate. I haven’t told him anything yet and it has been difficult keeping it a secret from him.
He let go off my hands and closed his eyes as he rested for a while. My fingertips combed through his now messy hair as several questions ran through my mind with no answer showing up in sight.
I swallowed the lump in my throat, trying to steady my beating heart.
I’m not sure if he is prepared for this but I can’t keep it a secret anymore. He has to know. He needs to know.
After all, he is going to be a father again.
Something was wrong and I could feel it in my bones. She was hiding something from me. But what was it? I had no clue about it. I assumed it to be the tiredness she was having every evening after coming from her dance teaching classes. But teaching the young ones, dancing was something she was passionate about. It never tired her in any way. Even today, after I rested in her arms, I felt her body getting rigid with tension. I could sense her mind racing with unknown thoughts.
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sp; But why was she hiding it from me?
I was waiting for her to come around but with every day that passed by with her silence, was another day of my patience being tested.
It’s been an hour and I have been staring at the same page, not reading any lines of the book. My eyes every now and then casting over Hope, who was preparing food for lunch. My son, Herold, and my mother-in-law, helped her too.
God, she looks so beautiful.
Not one day went by when her sight didn’t make my heart stop.
I have been smitten by her beauty since the day I met her in London. It’s true that because of our own dark pasts, we kept our distance. I always ignored her and was crude to her most of the time, knowing well I would never deserve her. My past wouldn’t allow me to have a normal life with her. But she changed my life. She made me see that no matter how much darkness possesses you, there will always be a ray of hope saving you from it as light.
She is my light. She is my Hope.
The buzzing of my phone brought me back to reality. It was a call.
But when I saw it was an unknown number, my body turned into stone.
I had no intention to answer the call knowing it would ruin my new life any minute. But I couldn’t ignore it either as it could be another danger crawling like a shadow upon my family. I looked around to make sure everyone was busy before heading to the backyard. I clicked on the screen, answering the call.
“Perses,’’ Antonio, my old friend, spoke at first.
“What is it now?’’ Even to me I sounded cold and heartless.
He sighs heavily before continuing to speak. “They are getting suspicious again. You have to return.’’
Right there and then my heart free falls with fear. My ears started drumming with my nerves racing faster and faster.
“Are you sure?’’ I barely whisper out the words through my clogged voice.
“Yes. Maxwell told me to call you and get you here as soon as possible.’’
Closing my eyes, I let out a shaky breath. “Tell me everything that happened and don’t fucking dare to leave a detail.’’
And then he spoke. With every word that he uttered the more hopeless I felt, the more my shoulders sagged in defeat. For the next few minutes, we discussed our plans and hung up. I looked up at the cold, white sky with tiny snowflakes landing on my face. My mind raced through with every scenario possible to get out of this mess. But no matter what I did or what I tried; my past will never leave me. It will always haunt me like a shadow. Maxwell was right. People like us never get happy ending.
People like us aren’t meant for normal life.
The door slides open as I turned to face my beautiful wife in a floral frock and woolen sweater.
“What are you doing here?’’ she smiled at before hugging me from behind and sliding her hands around my torso.
I forced a small smile, placing my hands over hers. “Nothing. Just thinking.’’
She frowns. “About what?’’
I licked my dry lips, looking ahead, unable to meet her eyes with the lies I was going to feed her. “I got a call from the university. They have a…a conference in two day and I have to attend it.’’
Her hands dropped down as she turned me to face her, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Is it important? I mean it’s Christmas week, why would they have a conference during the holidays?’’
I shrugged. “I don’t know but it’s important.’’
I could sense her mind racing with thoughts with her eyes never leaving my gaze. I gave it all to make my lies look realistic.
“When will you be back? Christmas is this Saturday.’’
I swallowed the lump in my throat. “I’ll be back before Christmas,’’ I lied.
“Where is this conference going to be?’’
“Liverpool.’’
She nodded. “You promise to be back before Christmas?’’
There was a hint of worry in her tone, as if she was trying to figure out what was going on. I nodded my answer because I didn’t have it in me to lie more.
“Mom, Dad, come inside! The curry is burnt,’’ Herold, our son, took our attention dragging both of us by our hand inside the kitchen. I silently thanked fate for the excuse to avoid the situation for now.
Later that night, Hope lay in my arms. Our breathing ragged from our love making. I raised her hand, bringing it close to my lips to plant a tender kiss on nerve point.
“I love you so much,’’ I whispered.
She smiled caressing my cheek. “I love you, too.’’
My heart dropped right there and then from her words. Everything within me was urging me to tell her the truth. But a selfish part of me wanted her to be safe.
“Do you really have to go to the conference? Can’t you talk with the department head?’’ she asked but it sounded more like a begging as if she never wanted me to leave.
I shake my head with a sigh. “I tried…but it’s all settled. I will be back before you know it.’’
She nodded, resting her head on my chest. Her fingertips tracing my chest while mine traced her smooth back with my eyes facing the ceiling.
“Have you ever thought about…I don’t know…having another baby?’’
Her question absolutely catches me off guard that my body becomes still immediately.
My brows furrow in confusion as I look down at her. Was she pregnant?
As if she could read my mind, she shook her head. “I’m not pregnant but I was wondering…’’ I could clearly sense the hesitance in her tone.
Another baby?
I don’t know how to answer her on that question after the news I received today. There is nothing more I want than to see my wife pregnant with our child growing inside her. I’ve missed the birth and five years of my son’s life because of my past. But now it was haunting me back and I didn’t want my future child to be stained by it.
“I’ve never thought about it as we already have Herold.’’
“But do you want another one?’’
If we lived a normal life…yes. But because of me our life will never be normal.
Before I could mutter my answer, I hear a rustling sound coming from the window. Both our heads snap to the direction. I instantly become alert and cold, quickly changing into a T-shirt and boxers.
“Stay here,’’ I mutter coldly to Hope as I reach behind the headboard for my gun. Hope gasps from the sight but stays quiet.
Sliding open the window I walk out with the snow being stomped by my feet. My hands gripping the gun tightly as I prepare myself to shoot any fucker with the motive to hurt my family.
I quickly put on my night gown back, trying my best to calm down my nerves. I wait impatiently for Perses to return but when it feels like forever has passed, I give up and move towards the window. Who could it be?
A burglar? An animal?
But what terrified me more was Perses retrieving the gun from the back of the headboard. I never knew he kept it there and the sight itself made me think if he had more hidden in the house. But the question was why?
He left his past behind few years ago, promising his past life won’t lurk over us anymore. Then why does he got a gun hidden?
When I step out, Perses suddenly emerges from the side with a softening look. The gun still in his hand.
“What happened? What was that sound?’’ I ask right away holding his arms.
He shook his head, taking me in his arms as we walked back inside our bedroom.
“Nothing. I checked and it was just a squirrel.’’
He puts back the cover over our body as he spoons me from behind. I contemplate between the thought of asking him about the gun right now or tomorrow.
But curiosity gets to me as I turn around and face him. “Why do you have gun, Perses?’’
His face gives off nothing. Absolutely still and cold that it makes my heart pound faster. I know that look. I have seen it with my own eyes the day he shared his past with me. But the hidde
n emotions…the sadness and fear that I could see, made doubt bloom inside me.
“Is everything alright, Perses? Be honest.’’ I cup his face.
He grabs my wrist giving it a reassuring squeeze. “It’s nothing. The gun is just for precaution. It could have been a burglar. We have to be prepared for any danger, Hope.’’
But for some reason, his explanation felt half-hearted. It felt incomplete.
“I want our family to be safe no matter what. I want you to be safe, прекрасный.’’
My throat clogged with emotions from his words. He has told me this several times but every time those words come out of his mouth, all those haunting memories of the dangers we went through floods my mind.
“Hope…just always remember. No matter what happens I will protect you,’’ he whispers against my lips. “As long as we are together, I’m yours and you are mine.’’
I nod kissing him back. “Always yours, Perses. I will only belong to you.’’
The next morning, Herold and I go Christmas shopping, meanwhile my mom and Perses stay back home. We walk down the aisle for the Christmas ornaments with Herold holding my hand as he helps me with the basket.
“What do you say buddy? Golden or green?’’ I ask him, holding the two ornaments on my hand.
He chews his bottom lip, tapping his finger against his chin like he is making a serious decision. I can’t help but smile at my sweet boy. He looked so adorable in his blue sweater and cap, with matching pants and black shoes.
“Golden, Mommy!’’ He points to my right hand.
I put the set in the basket, ruffling his hair. “Great choice, buddy.’’
He offers a prideful smile before strolling down the aisle. Herold turned seven this year and he was turning into the sweetest boy on earth. But he still carried out the stubbornness of his father. Though, I still wondered if he will be happy with a baby brother or sister. He has been the only child and got all the love and attention. But with a new baby he would have to share.