AllFreeNovel
Share Us
She worked punishing shifts at the hospital. Our time was limited, but she ensured it's quality time. Her resolve is just one reason why I love her. When I proposed she open her private practice, she feared failing and burdening me.
I didn't mind her staying home, but she did. I earn well, and have enough saved for us to live luxuriously. But she values her independence. When she started hunting for city studios, the steep New York rents quickly dampened her excitement. She didn't want to overspend. So, I suggested she use a room in our home. It's close to the city, and within her comfort zone. Plus, our place is too big just for the two of us, and the attached annex is a bonus. It has a separate entrance, ensuring privacy and no rent. Her eyes sparkled at the idea. Within a year, she became one of the county's most esteemed therapists, with clients even outside our county. I knew she'd succeed, and I’m so proud of her.
Despite her success, Miri insists on handling everything, from cleaning to groceries. I've offered to hire help or share tasks, but she declines. She's fiercely independent, but there's more to it.
Once, I suggested takeout to spare her from cooking. But she shook her head, smiling sweetly. She shared that she cherishes feeling like a wife in those moments, not just a career woman. Serving a meal she prepared is her love language. Our connection has deepened over the past seven years. I didn't think perfection existed, but she's the living embodiment of it.
I bend down to pick up the fallen cloth and place a hand on her waist, pulling her gently toward me. “How about I help you instead?” I whisper, brushing her lips with mine. I see her blush slightly as she snuggles into my embrace.
Miriana nods with a smile. “I wouldn't mind a little help at all,” she admits as she pushes my hand lower.
“With pleasure,” I smile as I pounce on her lips. The kiss turns from sweet to passionate in an instant.
I slip my hand under her top and grab one of her breasts, making her moan as I let go of the other in her shorts. Past her panties and slipping a finger forward I find her already wet and willing. I continue to devour her lips as I increase the pace of my hand, making her lose her mind. I get to know her body and worship this shrine of pleasure, grateful every day to be able to touch it.
Miriana leaves my lips panting as I fuck her with my fingers. I walk her to the couch and bend her forward as I slowly lower her shorts and panties.
“Kyle, for God's sake.” She moans as I stroke her legs down to her bottom enjoying her reaction and the shivers I cause her. I grab her ass cheeks, parting them slightly by sticking my face into them. My tongue skims, licks and tastes all her juices as Miri clings to the couch to support herself. “Oh, God.” I stop and bite her ass cheek. “Ow!” she grumbles, looking over her shoulder at me.
I lick the imprint and smile. “When I'm the one eating your pussy it’s my name I wanna hear.”
“Jesus Christ...” she tries to moan and I bite her other cheek as well. I know it's just a way to get marked. She loves primal play as much as I do. She loves to pull the animal inside me out because she knows I can't resist the temptation to have her. I get up and slap her ass with both hands. Miriana turns around and her burning eyes penetrate me. Here is my woman.
I kiss her as she slips her hands under my shirt and scratches my chest. Shivers gush over my skin, making me growl. She drops to her knees with her fingers hooked in the elastic of my sweatpants and eyes glued to mine silently waiting for my permission. I nod once and she lowers them. My cock leaps out of my boxers, hard as a rock. It is inches from her mouth and her breath tickles the head. I grab it at the base and run it over her plump lips like lipstick before I start moving my hand up and down the shaft. Her breathing becomes more labored as she licks her lips. I run my hand into her hair and pull it back as she opens her mouth, sticking her tongue out.
“Open wider,” I order her before sliding down her throat. She tightens her lips around my penis as I use her mouth going deeper and faster. I pull it out and she growls as she begs me with her eyes to continue. I release my grip in her hair and continue masturbating as Miri moves forward and spits some saliva on my dick before starting to suck my balls. The sight is one of the best I have ever seen. The way she slides her tongue over my skin is so sensual and my weakness. I let go of her grip and let her have free reign while enjoying her wonderful mouth. Lips, tongue and teeth are a delicious torture that only brings me to an explosion inside her mouth. Like a good girl she doesn’t swallow and opens her mouth playing with my cum. I caress her throat making her swallow my essence. “Good girl.”
Chapter Six
Dean
After a grueling day at work, I return home to a sight that takes my breath away. Miriana and Kyle are nestled on the couch, bathed in the soft glow of the desk lamp. They're sharing a cozy moment, laughing and joking as they scroll through movie options. Actually, they seem more engrossed in playful banter and teasing each other than in the movie titles flickering across the screen. I find myself captivated by this scene. It's such an ordinary yet heartwarming sight, I can't help but smile. I can't recall the last time I enjoyed such a moment, a serene evening devoid of worries, stress, or squabbles. I can't even remember the last time Greta and I shared a simple moment like movie night together.
My mind begins to draft uninvited comparisons between Miriana and Greta. And the contrast is stark. Miriana is genuine, sweet, her smile seems capable of illuminating the entire room. Greta, meanwhile, had become an incessant, almost stifling presence. Forever chasing opulence and status, every moment with her felt like a rehearsed act rather than authentic connection.
As I sneak down the hallway, trying not to interrupt their moment, Miriana whirls around and catches me off guard. She grins and beckons me over. “Hey Dean, you're finally home.”
Home. That's exactly how I feel here, even though I'm merely a guest.
“Better late than never.” I find myself grinning back. My mind drifts back to an evening when I got home later than expected. The argument with Greta resurfaces before my eyes, and I shut them tightly. That day, a hospital emergency involving a bus and a truck collision had resulted in more than ten emergencies. It was a nightmare, and even if my shift ended, I couldn't abandon the hospital and return home ignoring the seemingly endless stream of stretchers. Before I could even shut the door behind me, Greta was already berating me. I shake my head, attempting to erase that memory, and open my eyes, forcing myself to stay grounded in the present.
My heart starts racing as Miri rises from the couch next to Kyle and approaches me. Wordlessly, she wraps me in a hug, and I find myself at a loss for words. It's a heartfelt hug, radiating warmth and affection. I'm rendered powerless, as even the simple act of breathing becomes a struggle, as though I'd forgotten how to do it years ago and now I'm unable to remember.
“We just picked out the movie, come on,” she urges, gently pulling me toward the couch. Miriana makes sure I'm seated next to my brother, while she settles in beside me. Sandwiched between them, I experience a sense of belonging, a feeling of home, that I hadn't felt in a long time. I can't predict what the future has in store for me, but I know I want to fully embrace moments like these. I yearn to belong somewhere, to feel at ease.
As scenes flicker on the screen, I sense a spark of lightheartedness returning, something I thought I lost. But can it be that simple? How can years of life and complex relationships be wiped away in an instant? A part of me wants to object, to retreat to my room as this is their time, but I find myself rooted in place, as if I’m under a spell.
It seems like another ordinary night: us lounging on the couch, a movie playing, cold beers within reach. During a lull in the movie, Miriana goes to the kitchen, while Kyle and I chat about cars, motorcycles, and travels.
I find myself captivated by their tales of spontaneous road trips and backpacking escapades. Each story feels like a mini epic, and their bond is tangible. It's a connection unlike any I've experienced up till now. And buried deep within me, there's a twinge of envy. I feel like a fool for not being purely happy for him, for finding his sanctuary, but I can't deny my longing to have the same. I yearn for those moments too - simple, genuine, even goofy. After all, life is made up of experiences, experiences that were somehow denied to me, or rather, that I gave up for the happiness of others.
Kyle and I are now deep in conversation. I didn't even notice that Miriana hasn't come back.
From the kitchen, a tantalizing aroma wafts out, making my mouth water. Seeing my interest, Kyle grins at me. “Yeah, she cooks just like Mom did, and God help me if I suggest a take-out. She lets me indulge once a week, but I gotta admit, her homemade desserts are killer. Miriana's got a magic touch.”
I find the dynamic strange yet fascinating. It's a stark contrast to my past with Greta.
“A real house pet, then,” I comment, trying to keep my tone light. Kyle laughs at my joke and gets up to carry the bottle to the kitchen. In a moment of affection, he grabs Miri's ass and pulls her in a passionate kiss. I'm sure I heard her moan or maybe it's my own invention. I try to look away, but my eyes seem to be glued to them.
