Don’t give him the satisfaction.
“Gabby…” he breathes into the side of my neck from behind, kissing a soft tender peck on the left side of it before moving to the right side and sucking there gently. The rhythm of the prodding of his cock is insistent. It’s faster, stronger with each kiss, with each moan that comes out of me and betrays my body.
My head tilts back unwillingly, completely caught up in the emotions and my desire for him.
“No,” I force myself to whisper. That was supposed to be louder, but my voice won’t work right now.
“Please…” I hear my husband beg. He really sounds like he wants me. “Please…forgive me. I'm sorry. I'm sorry baby,” his voice cracks as he kisses my neck again, squeezing me tighter, his arms constricting me with his want and fervor.
“You don't get to just do that, Link. You don't get to just apologize after you've crushed me to a million pieces.”
“I know. I know,” he whispers. “I know this doesn't make it better.” He turns me around to face him, then lifts me and places me on the counter, positioning himself between my legs. “But we need to get back to each other. I feel like I've forgotten the way you taste,” he says, his eyes on me, looking so damn sexy. His lips lock onto mine; God, what a great feeling.
“Remind me how you taste baby,” he whispers into my mouth before closing around it again, kissing me deeper.
That’s it. No more fighting for me. My arms have a mind of their own as they wrap around him, pulling him in closer to me as hetugs down his pants and slides my panties off of me, throwing them over his shoulder.
I don’t have to wonder in this moment. I absolutely know my husband loves me. I hate how much love affects us, how much we feel like we need the other person, even though we know we’re supposed to have self-respect. It just completely debilitates us.
Then again, love makes us not care about any of it. As soon as I feel him pulling my pelvis forward slightly over the counter so he can hold me up as he slides his big dick into me, causing a prick of pain as he buries himself up to the hilt, all is forgiven.
My body jerks with each of his powerful movements inside of me. My tiny feminine grunts of pleasure seem to spur him on all the more. I enjoy how helpless my body is under him. My legs wrap around his waist as he slams his hips forward, not unceremoniously, but in a rough and yet tender way that speaks volumes to me more than his words can.
No amount of sorry that he gives me can convince me of his sincerity the way that his dick can. Lincoln speaks with his body. His body is telling me that his soul is thirsty for us to be together, to stay together, and to fight for each other. It’s telling me that he remembers me, that he hasn’t gone anywhere. Maybe he’s been asleep for a little while, but he’s always been there, buried deep under all of the obligation he suddenly has taken on in an attempt to secure our future in this ever-changing landscape of financial volatility.
My nails dig into his back as I kiss him harder, my orgasm roaring to the forefront.
“Lincoln” I call out.
“Gabby. I love you” he grunts, kissing me back, and then his mouth goes slack.
He holds his mouth open against mine, still humping slower and more forcefully until he holds his penis deep inside of me. There it is. My face feels warm as I sink into a sea of bliss at the sensation of his cock pulsing and emptying its load inside of me.
So deep in there. I love that feeling. I swear there’s no greater feeling like thatinsidemassage of the happy ending, throwing it back when a guy has their orgasm.
And the sound that he makes, breathing out in relief, mouth even more slack than it was before, is something that always gets better and better each time.
The grasp of my arms loosens, but I hold him more tenderly, not wanting to let go. Releasing an exhale of satiety, Lincoln slumps against me, his forehead resting on my left shoulder, his arm braced on either side of my hips as I still remain seated on the counter facing him.
“I love you so much” I allow myself to be vulnerable as I say this.
This time his hesitation isn’t one that makes me worried, but proud, because my man can barely breathe as he finally replies, “ I… oh God… I love you…oh my God…”
He sounds so tired but completely satisfied.
And I can’t help but smile.
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Chapter 14
Sunday morning is usually the best day. We’re both off from work, and everything just feels softer. As I wake up, I notice Lincoln asleep beside me, lying on his stomach with his head turned in my direction. I rest on my right side, just staring at him lovingly, and I use my finger to brush back a piece of his hair from his face. He’s so beautiful. All the fights we've had… none of it matters now.
Lincoln stirs at my touch, his eyes fluttering open.
“Well good morning,” he murmurs.
I give him my biggest smile, one he returns tiredly as his eyes close again.
