Chapter 43 NOT ME

To the thing that I said, he ignored it even after I mentioned the talk I wanted to have with him and rushed into the bedroom to freshen up, which is why I also parked it in my head to live the moment I have waited for the entire week. The feeling of holding my darling husband gets better every time. His muscular body makes me want to give myself to him from top to bottom, and it also makes me want to prove all my skills to him.

As we enter the bathroom, he grasps me tight. This is the best feeling he has been giving me since the very start. No amount of money can cover up for the orgasm that I man provides. Many people cheat on their partners despite having gotten everything from their partner only because the sex to them wasn’t really satisfying. But I guess I am blessed having gotten the best of both sides.

Sex with Charles has been better than the best. When he undresses himself to get under the shower, he pulls me on my back and hugs me from behind, all naked. I feel his cock becoming hard on my ass. The softer my ass feels to him, the harder his cock gets to pierce my bottom even more.

He starts giving me wet kisses on my neck as I lay my head on his chest. His arms curled around me holding both of mine in each of his hands. The more I give myself to him, his want for me increases and makes everything just about right. His kisses get me going differently this time. It is difficult for me to submit to him completely with the thought of telling him the big news which maybe upsetting to him, but I try my best.

His hands on my shoulders turn me around to face him, and as I look at him straight in his eye, he bites his lower lip in a seductive manner that cannot be explained; only the sexiness of it can be felt. He has gotten a lot more alluring in just one week of being away from me, or maybe my craving for him has drastically increased because he wasn’t around.

Bringing forward his face as he also bends a little to kiss me on my lips, he places his palms on my ass and cups them. He gently squeezes them with his erect cock on my groin. This starts the flow of my juices faster than being kissed on my neck because of the thought that he will do me under the shower in the bathroom.

Smooching becomes intense as we involve our tongues; putting them in each other’s mouth while our lips are locked together. He moves his tongue inside my whole mouth, and I start to softly suck it. The time that I put mine in his, along with sucking, he also nibbles it. And amidst all that, he gently taps on my cheek to make me open my eyes as we kiss.

This is one thing that he does most of the time. He likes to fix his gaze at me when we indulge in long smooches and expects the same thing in return. It makes me feel closer to him, undoubtedly, but it also makes me feel very shy. Then, it becomes hard for me to control my smile as it will spoil the intensity of our kiss, but I still have to continue staring at him while I am kissing him. Managing three things at once becomes tough some times.

But right now, it is sensual to stare at him while his tongue is in my mouth and slowly circling around mine. The feeling of moistness in my mouth makes me feel equally wet in my pussy, and it is harder to wait for him to take the lead. So, I start moving my hands down on his chest, and his sides to tell him how ready I am for him.

When my hands are on his back, not so tenderly, I scratch it from top to bottom, and his dick hitting me some more tells me about the feeling I just imparted. Because I am enjoying doing that, I continue. And it is only in the third time that he clenches my hair in his hand and pulls me from my head a little behind.

The smile on my face is naughty knowing that I got to him. He quickly picked me up and made me sit on the stone slab next to the wash basin. As he starts removing my clothes, I notice the look on his face. The eagerness to see me become nude for him; there is a spark in his eyes that makes me feel very special for holding the power to affect his mood.

While removing my dress, he doesn’t show any mercy at all. He rips it off, and that makes me thank myself for not wearing one from the extremely expensive collection. Tearing apart my panty also, and as he removes it, he happens to see the wetness it displays. Looking at me with a smirk, he licks it from my panty with his eyes fixed at mine. That makes me blush and break the eye contact that we were having.

Extra sexy, extra horny, extra of everything that he is makes me love him excessively more because I am the one who he chose. He holds his cock and brings it towards my pussy. And before I could go down to suck it, he had already penetrated it in my hungry, wet, pussy that was longing to be stuffed by his mighty cock.

In a couple of strokes I started feeling disconnected from the reality. I forgot everything that was there in my mind including all tensions, all confusion, all worries, and all the confusion. I was pushed into a state of trance where all I could feel was a mighty cock stuffing me just in the right place and making me want to release myself.

Charles didn’t take much longer to fill his come in my twat. I must have come at least two times by then. The feeling of being stuffed and released happened at once, and that was to be blamed for the utmost amount of satisfaction that we both reached pretty soon today. Or maybe it was the one week without getting the taste of each other that was to be blamed.

Soon enough we were under the shower, kissing and hugging one another; proving that we had missed being around each other. While we were wearing our towelling bath robe and tying it, Charles questioned, “After such an amazing session, what is that one feeling that you won’t be able to give me?”

It was understandable that he was trying to compensate with sex for the thing I mentioned earlier about a feeling that I wouldn't be able to give him. I laugh softly, and because that thing has been troubling me for such a long time that only a week felt like years, I decide to let him know the deal at this very instance. Gaining a little confidence after being able to make him come, I say, “You remember about the issues that I was facing with my periods?”

“Yes, yes,” he accepts.

“And I was getting my check-up done?”

“Yes?!”

“Well, I cannot make you a dad. I haven’t been able to get pregnant because my condition makes me infertile as per the reports and the doctors,” I confess, and a tear rolled down my cheek.

Charles took no time to take me in his arms and give me his shoulder to cry on. But to give him a little hope, I mention, “Baby, you have always wanted to be a dad, and I do not want to deprive you of that feeling. You do whatever it takes to have your own child. I will not pose an issue if some other girl gets the privilege of bearing your child because I also want to be a mother.”

With my eyes very heavy and tears filled till the brim, I ask, “Will you make me a mom?”