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He gives me what I want and it itches the scratch. The next noise to leave my lips is a moan. It fuels him to keep going. His breath grows heavier as he tries to keep up.
Pinning me down against the mattress, the bed creaks as his body moves. Sliding his tongue alone mine, we swallow down each other’s sounds as he grows sloppy.
There’s nothing clean about sex. It’s messy andamazing.Being connected with the man I love, my body welcomes all of his movement.
I have to pull away to get a lungful of air. Otherwise, I’m going to pass out on the poor guy. I can’t warn him, not when my mind is only letting me spew out gibberish.
“All mine,” he mutters against my temple as his hips continue snapping forward. “My beautiful wife.”
As if a simple title is enough to get me off, my toes curl as the pleasure continues to burn in my veins. Even though his fingers have done enough damage, his cock brings me over and I’m left crying out his name.
He keeps thrusting, his hips moving in shallow motions before following right after me. Pushing deep, his release spills inside and we remain connected for what feels like eternity. From the way he touches my stomach, I can almost hear his thoughts.
Idris is a fan of thinking about the future, that’s for sure.
Funny enough, I think I’m becoming a fan as well. As long as this man is the one experiencing it with me, that’s enough for me.
Daria
Two Years Later
“You really don’t mind watching her?” I ask the woman in almost perfect Arabic.
It’s ironic asking the question. After Idris convinced me to let him hire a nanny to watch our baby on the weekends to give us a little break, I’m still finding it hard to adjust. There have been plenty of nannies in his time of growing up, so he’s positive it’s a good thing for both of us.
While I love the thought of getting away and enjoying some peace and quiet to catch up on sleep, I still cringe when the woman offers her hands out to take Amina away.
The nanny is an older woman, one with a gentle smile and a knowing look. She’s patient with me, waiting for me to cave.
It’s like she can see the bags under my eyes or hear the exhaustion hiding behind my words. Once she starts curling her fingers and beckoning for me to cave in, I eventually do.
“She’s a little fussy when she’s hungry, but there is enough milk–”
“We will be alright,” she interrupts, her voice soothing. “Please, enjoy your rest. I will find you if anything is wrong.”
I purse my lips and want to fight her on the topic. Hard to do when she’s smiling at me with my baby in her arms. I’m glad Amina is sleeping or else the sight of her crying would make it impossible to leave.
Biting down the words that want to come out, I give her a nod and find the strength to turn away.
There’s only one person who will be able to calm down my motherly instincts. Right now, the alarms are blaring. I need Idris to tell me I have nothing to worry about.
Knowing where he’ll be, my feet carry me to our bedroom. He’s not inside, but I hear the hum of the shower.
There’s a little twist in my stomach at the thought of my husband standing beneath a hot stream. Without thinking, I don’t stop at the bed but approach the door leading inside the bathroom instead.
Like a lack of sleep, there’s almost been a lack of intimacy between the both of us. It’s hard to balance everything and the longer I stand at the door, the less I want to favor sleep.
Opening the door, I bite my lip at the sight of him in the shower. The glass doors separating us leave his body looking a bit distorted, but I can see him washing himself.
I only get a few seconds of a peepshow before he takes notice of my arrival. The smirk that forms on his lips makes my insides melt.
“How did it go?”
I step inside and close the door behind me. “As terrible as you think.”
Each foot I erase between us is one article of my clothing tossed to the floor. By the time I reach the doors, I’m as bare as he is. I don’t even have to open the door, he’s quick to slide it to the side.
He’s fighting a battle between looking at my body and my face. We’ve both truly suffered plenty. While his eyes shift, his hands are confident where they want to be. When he reaches out for me, I make it easier by stepping toward him.
