The room is a little warm but faces south so it doesn’t get direct sunlight but a steady ocean breeze most nights and an amazing view.
Hawaii is a haven and a paradise with its ocean views and soothing trade winds. The sunrise welcomes you in the morning,and when it sets in the evening, you see nature in all its magnificence.
I understand why Flower chose this place to give Ev the time to come to terms with her circumstances then determine a path forward. It’s the last place I would think of Ev ever going. I’d have thought she’d go back to her home of Mississippi — not for safety reasons but for the succor of her family. Though putting them in my path would not be a wise course of action. My wife is clever if not as careful as I wish.
All the women who’ve found themselves entangled with a Takeda know there’s nothing that can stop us when we are determined to have them. Not family. There is no authority we cannot bring to heel. Flower loves my brother deeply. The same can be said for Krie and Taylor. None of them are naïve enough to think that Takashi and I won’t annihilate anyone, including their precious families.
Going over to the array of screens, I watch as she puts her parcels on the counter, then put away her various groceries.
My mouth hardens when she takes out the tampons, sitting them on the counter. Though I arrived a few short weeks after her, I was still casing the place and hacking into the security system when she went to the doctor and came back no longer pregnant. Later, I found the bill for the appointment. Seeing D & C knowing it’s often done early in a pregnancy to re-establish a menstrual cycle gutted me.
Not knowing the circumstances, I can only assume she didn’t want any connection to me in the future. My pretty little wife is in for a rude awakening because not only will she be linked to me, she will be in every way. As soon as I have her back, I’m filling her up with my seed and keeping her in that state until she is big with my child.
She starts her dinner. The ahi tuna and salad seem to be her favorite. She eats it a couple of times a week. Tonight she even added a baked potato and a dessert of poi.
She eats her dinner, wiping away a stray tear here and there. I’ve watched her do this since I found her almost ninety days ago. She uses a spoon to eat the purple poi, foregoing her fingers, as the locals seem to prefer. She’s barely eating anything. That never happened when we were together. I made sure she ate. I’m tempted to step in — have been for weeks.
Instead of the relief I was sure she would feel finally being free of me, Ev almost seems to slip deeper into despondency. It almost seems as if she misses me. I say this as I drink her in as she cleans up after her dinner.
She grabs a tablet and tries to read, alternating between watching news from her country and its would-be dictator of a president. Crying as she watches the footage of children being separated from their parents. She gets lost in the horror for nearly two hours before she finally flicks off the TV and drags herself into the bath to take a shower.
Settling back against the headboard, she grabs the tablet again, reading an urban romance, which seems to be her favorite along with fantasy and dark romance. Shaking my head, I remember being intrigued and amused when I discovered this particular interest of hers shortly after I arrived.
It took no time for Takashi and me to find them. It was easy work. I wanted to give her time to miss me, to miss what we had. The way I took care of her. Satisfied her every whim. It didn’t matter how we came to be. We were. Just us — solid. I can’t fathom why she couldn’t let go what came before, and let us have this. She chose to run away from me, now I get to choose what comes next.
Soon she’s snuggling deeper into the covers. She grabs the water I placed there, not even realizing it’s me making sure she’s hydrated, so that she’s not plagued with migraines.
I stand in the shadow out of her line of sight watching her finger fuck herself to sleep. Her frustration is palpable. I don’t know how long I can last watching her torture herself — torture me. Her fingers can’t reach the places I can with my dick, nor curve like my fingers to hit that hot, delicious spot that makes her cream all over us both.
My throat tightens at her whimpers, her thighs squeezing, trying to catch the sensation. My poor, pretty, deprived little thing. Soon.
She drifts off, not having completed the task. The Ambien she takes doing job of putting her to sleep.
I wait. Then wait some more. As if on cue, she turns onto her tummy, tucking her arms under her pillow.
My dick immediately gets hard as if she’s beckoned me.
I step out of the shadows. Standing over her, I strip out of my clothes. My dick slaps against my stomach.
Grabbing the base of my shit, I squeeze hard trying to ease some of the tension I’m feeling.
She spreads her legs when I pull the covers back. The camisole she’s wearing rides up over her ass when she draws a leg up, giving me a clear, unvarnished view of her fat ass pussy.
My shit feels like it’s about to burst seeing her plump lips kiss each other trying to hide the rest of her from me.
Grabbing her ass cheeks, I open her fully to feast my hungry gaze. Her rosette is tight. Not for the first time I feel regret letting her remain a virgin there. Bending, I kiss her there, tonguing her, groaning when she arches into my mouth, letting me love her there. Reaching beneath her, I play with her clit. She squirms, trying to chase both sensations. I suck and lave flickingass while my fingers swirl. She’s whimpering and shuddering, arching into my mouth and wetting my fingers.
Ravenous like a beast starved, I lose myself, moving lower, shoving my face into her pussy to tongue-fuck her.
She tastes like heaven. Sweet, clean and mine. So fucking mine. I catch every drop of cream her pussy releases. Maneuvering her so that I can reach her pearl, I dip my fingers inside, reaching the place her fingers were too short to touch earlier. Pressing into that raised area, I finger-fuck her in slow strokes, careful not to wake her. Patting and pressing, I let her ride me.
My dick presses angrily into bed as if he’s mad he can’t get a taste. She trembles against my mouth when I groan, sending vibrations into her drenched pussy.
“Riyu,” she cries, coming against my mouth as my fingers piston into her softness. I still my movements. She’s never done that before.
Easing my fingers out of her. I lift my head. Her eyes are still closed. She’s close to waking. Fuck it.
I cover my wife. My heart hammers out of my chest. I press in groaning.
