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“You did, but I managed to get away that one time you tried timing me. I was late, and you were upset with me for it, but I needed to know. I was still... unsure about you, and a lot of things hadn’t been adding up the longer we were together,” I reply, feeling awkward even admitting that I ever felt uncertain about him in the first place.
He seems a little bit hurt, and I want to somehow comfort him, but I was perfectly within my rights to feel uncomfortable about how things weren’t adding up.
“Why didn’t you just talk to me when you felt like things were weird?” he asks.
I look him in the eyes, trying my hardest to show my sincerity. “How could I? I was paralyzed with amnesia. I could have been completely off base, and I would have felt absolutely awful if I had been wrong. I didn’t want to hurt you after all you had done for me, whether you had been my husband for a day or five years.”
His hand finds my back, and he rubs it softly, scratching it lightly as he glides his fingers across my shirt. “I was only trying to give you the best life you could.”
I put my hand on his face, feeling the warmth of his skin and wanting to melt right into him. “I know. I just didn’t know how to say something without feeling ungrateful.”
He places his other hand behind my head, gently pulling me in for a kiss. “You don’t have to feel guilty for trying to protect yourself. I know that you probably didn’t feel the safest after learning what it is I do for a living.”
Shrugging, I bring him in for another kiss. “You might do something dangerous and questionable, but you protect the ones you care about. That’s more than a lot of people can say about their husbands.”
Without responding, he kisses me again, biting my lip and holding onto it for just a second longer than usual. He’s definitely wanted me since the second I led him in here, and I’m willing to bet that it’ll take a little while before the news about the baby really kicks in.
Giving in to him, I open my legs slightly, grabbing his hand and putting it back on my upper thigh. Now that I can really feel him, I want to make sure I take in every moment.
Being able to fully trust him has intensified my attraction to him tenfold.
Now that I know he has nothing to hide, I feel like I want to really, truly connect with him; mind, body, and soul.
I never felt completely reserved about having sex with him. Who would? He’s a very attractive man who has shown more than a few times that he knows how to please a woman.
But now, there’s this absolute surrender that I feel towards him. Not only am I carrying his baby, but Iwantto be the mother of his children. I want to be his partner, his confidante.
“Lie down for me, okay?” he says, coaxing me down on the bed.
“I have spent way too much time lying down, Adas,” I reply, my voice baited with intent.
He grins at me curiously. “What does that mean?”
I release my hand from him, placing it on the bed and using it to push myself back up on my feet. I slip my shorts down, standing tall in just my panties and a t-shirt.
“You sure? We’ve never tried this before,” he says cautiously, though still intrigued enough to stand up with me.
I grasp his biceps as he walks me back into the wall. “I’m sure, and I don’t want you to be gentle with me either.”
He hesitates at first, as any good man would do at such a request. After all, he’s just spent the better part of three months taking care of me.
His hesitation is overcome by desire, and he slides his hand down between my legs, feeling the wet spot on my panties.
“Damn, and I thought you came in here to have a conversation,” he says, kissing me deeply again and biting my lip.
If I was feeling petty, I would have some kind of witty comeback for him. But right now, all I want is to feel him pounding me mercilessly into our mattress until I soak the sheets.
He loves to tease me as much as possible, tracing around my clit without putting any direct pressure, letting my senses overcompensate as I beg him for more. He’s a master at working me up until I’m a blushing, breathless mess.
My heart is already racing at the slight touch of his fingers delicately teasing me. I’ve regained full sensation from the waist down, and I feel like I’m really experiencing sex fully for the first time. I press his hand into my pussy, silently begging him to go harder, to give me everything I want right away.
But I should really know better.
“You know how this is going to go if you rush me,” he whispers, biting my ear and working his way down my neck to my shoulder.
I shudder at the feeling of his teeth grazing my skin, taunting me and working me up until he brings out my impatient, bratty side.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he says in a low voice, sending chills down my spine. “You want to feel me inside of you, baby?”
