her tits to my chest.
She lifted her head, and we stared into each other’s eyes silent for a long moment.
Irelyn opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Then she buried her head in the curve of my neck as I caressed her back. When I felt wetness on my skin, I lifted her head.
“Baby?”
“We’re married.” She held up my left hand and kissed my wedding ring. “For so long, you were my fantasy. My go-to for relief when I couldn’t stand my life. Now, you’re my husband. I love you, Zolt Hamil.”
I smoothed strands of hair from her wet face and kissed her tenderly.
“Oh, baby. I love you, too, Mrs. Hamil.”
I woke a few hours later with an incredible sense of darkness weighing on me. I recognized the feeling of foreboding immediately, and my blood went cold.
Irelyn slept soundly on her side, and I quietly slipped from the bed. Padding into the kitchen, I found my pipe and loaded up a bowl; if I didn’t smoke, there’d be no going back to sleep.
A few minutes later, I climbed back into bed, intent on closing my eyes, but the moonlight streamed in the room and perfectly highlighted Irelyn’s female curves. The sheet had slipped down to below her waist, exposing a glorious side-view of her tits.
I stared at her, amazed at the thought that I had a wife. For a man who didn’t stay with one woman, the thought I was someone’s husband was still too surreal. Sure, we still had much to learn about each other, but we had time.
I held up my left hand and twisted my wedding ring, letting my blissful happiness warm me and chase away some of the darkness that still surrounded me.
Absently, I petted her silky hair. An image of a blond little boy with my blue eyes flashed in my mind, and I smiled. Yeah, I could see that in our future. Maybe not right away, but in a few years, definitely.
Irelyn shifted a little in her sleep, and I took my hand away. I should leave her alone, but I couldn’t help myself. I gently dragged my index finger over her hip, trailing the curves I loved.
“Mmm,” she mewled and turned on her back, placing her arm over her head.
“Fuck,” I moaned as I licked my lips.
Her lovely nipples were stiff with what I hoped was an invitation. Because, invitation or not, I couldn’t stop myself from taking one in my mouth. Making love to her would dispel the darkness. Of course, my cock swelled in agreement.
“Zolt,” Irelyn cooed.
I moved my body over hers and pressed my forehead to hers. “Baby, I need you. Please.”
“Yes,” she answered, her voice heavy with sleep.
Our lips met in the moonlight for a sweet and needful kiss. God, her lips, were so soft and delicious. She kissed me back like we had all the time in the world. Her hands traced over the topography of my back and my body responded, muscles tensing and releasing at her touch; she needed this as much as I did.
Indulging in Irelyn always made things better. I took her in a slow, languorous motion, making her cry out.
We took our time with each other, exploring and enjoying each other’s bodies. Inside her, I was home, a place I didn’t even know I had been missing. And with our fingers interlaced, we gave into our mutual releases.
“Mine,” I growled as my body tensed and I came deep inside her.
“Yours,” Irelyn returned. “Forever yours.”
The sound of one of our smart phones ringing pulled me from sleep. I tried to move but found myself pinned by Zolt’s heavy, muscular leg draped over me.
I lifted my head and glanced at the clock, groaning at the time.
“Eight o’clock,” I cursed quietly so as to not wake Zolt up.
I yawned and stretched my deliciously-sore body. Last night had been exhausting, but I wasn’t complaining; I liked Zolt waking me up in the middle of the night to make love to me.
The other phone rang with Rachel’s ringtone and I cringed. We’d sent the video of our wedding to them late last night, and then set our phones not to ring until this morning. The
She lifted her head, and we stared into each other’s eyes silent for a long moment.
Irelyn opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Then she buried her head in the curve of my neck as I caressed her back. When I felt wetness on my skin, I lifted her head.
“Baby?”
“We’re married.” She held up my left hand and kissed my wedding ring. “For so long, you were my fantasy. My go-to for relief when I couldn’t stand my life. Now, you’re my husband. I love you, Zolt Hamil.”
I smoothed strands of hair from her wet face and kissed her tenderly.
“Oh, baby. I love you, too, Mrs. Hamil.”
I woke a few hours later with an incredible sense of darkness weighing on me. I recognized the feeling of foreboding immediately, and my blood went cold.
Irelyn slept soundly on her side, and I quietly slipped from the bed. Padding into the kitchen, I found my pipe and loaded up a bowl; if I didn’t smoke, there’d be no going back to sleep.
A few minutes later, I climbed back into bed, intent on closing my eyes, but the moonlight streamed in the room and perfectly highlighted Irelyn’s female curves. The sheet had slipped down to below her waist, exposing a glorious side-view of her tits.
I stared at her, amazed at the thought that I had a wife. For a man who didn’t stay with one woman, the thought I was someone’s husband was still too surreal. Sure, we still had much to learn about each other, but we had time.
I held up my left hand and twisted my wedding ring, letting my blissful happiness warm me and chase away some of the darkness that still surrounded me.
Absently, I petted her silky hair. An image of a blond little boy with my blue eyes flashed in my mind, and I smiled. Yeah, I could see that in our future. Maybe not right away, but in a few years, definitely.
Irelyn shifted a little in her sleep, and I took my hand away. I should leave her alone, but I couldn’t help myself. I gently dragged my index finger over her hip, trailing the curves I loved.
“Mmm,” she mewled and turned on her back, placing her arm over her head.
“Fuck,” I moaned as I licked my lips.
Her lovely nipples were stiff with what I hoped was an invitation. Because, invitation or not, I couldn’t stop myself from taking one in my mouth. Making love to her would dispel the darkness. Of course, my cock swelled in agreement.
“Zolt,” Irelyn cooed.
I moved my body over hers and pressed my forehead to hers. “Baby, I need you. Please.”
“Yes,” she answered, her voice heavy with sleep.
Our lips met in the moonlight for a sweet and needful kiss. God, her lips, were so soft and delicious. She kissed me back like we had all the time in the world. Her hands traced over the topography of my back and my body responded, muscles tensing and releasing at her touch; she needed this as much as I did.
Indulging in Irelyn always made things better. I took her in a slow, languorous motion, making her cry out.
We took our time with each other, exploring and enjoying each other’s bodies. Inside her, I was home, a place I didn’t even know I had been missing. And with our fingers interlaced, we gave into our mutual releases.
“Mine,” I growled as my body tensed and I came deep inside her.
“Yours,” Irelyn returned. “Forever yours.”
The sound of one of our smart phones ringing pulled me from sleep. I tried to move but found myself pinned by Zolt’s heavy, muscular leg draped over me.
I lifted my head and glanced at the clock, groaning at the time.
“Eight o’clock,” I cursed quietly so as to not wake Zolt up.
I yawned and stretched my deliciously-sore body. Last night had been exhausting, but I wasn’t complaining; I liked Zolt waking me up in the middle of the night to make love to me.
The other phone rang with Rachel’s ringtone and I cringed. We’d sent the video of our wedding to them late last night, and then set our phones not to ring until this morning. The
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