“You heard me. We're done.”
We're done?That implies we're together. Drifting my head to the left, I smile a little, confused, at her back.
“Do you mean we're together?”
“No, we're not together, Link.”
“So why are you threatening me with that?”
“Because that's what you deserve. You care so much about me right? Then you don't get to come. You get to go through a little torture for a little while.”
“Baby I went through so much torture just not being able to hold you.”
“Yeah you really did while snuggled up between Sarah's legs didn't you?”
I say nothing at first. I should have known this would turn into a fight.
My dick is still roaring with anger, head to the sky, wondering if anyone would have any mercy and give it the release it needs. Goosebumps are all over my skin.
“Babe, I'm not with Sarah. I called it off.”
“How convenient. As long as something is out of sight and out of mind right?”
“Gabby I'm sorry.” Because I truly have no idea what else to say.
“Are you really sorry, Link?” she asks.
Then she twists back toward me, and in one fluid swing she mounts me, hovering on hands and knees, her hair cascading over my face.
I don’t say anything, but this issohot.
“You see I don't believe you. You have no self-control and that's why we're in the situation. What I would have loved to do is have you…” She kisses the side of my face, eliciting another shudder through me. “Is have you enter and stretch my asshole as you fuck me hard.”
“Mmm,” I clamp down on my lower lip, eyelids rolling back as I squeeze them shut, the tension stretching beyond what is possible for me to endure.
“But you threw all of that away. Because you have no fucking self-control and all you think about is yourself and your own pleasure,” she says.
“Baby—”
“Well sometimes it's not all about you, is it?” she cuts me off.
Sitting up, still straddling me, she flips her pajama top over her head, resting the hem of the shirt at the back of her neck while her arms are still in the sleeves. Her breasts are on full display, every curve accentuated through the moonlight bleeding through the window.
My eyes are captivated by them.
I’m unable to speak.
I just stare at them.
My wife…
… is so beautiful.
Chapter 18
Gabby leans forward, bracing on her hands again, her breasts swinging right out of reach from my lips. I swallow hard, freezing as her right nipple skims my lips.
Moaning, Gabby rocks side to side, then drifts the left one past my mouth. Each time I part my lips to latch on, she eases back, keeping them tantalizingly close, my tongue grazing the barest edge.
