“HIDDEN DESIRES 1”

The weather was scorching that day, making the very walls of our home seem to radiate heat. The sweltering air pressed down on us, leaving no escape from its oppressive grip. Marius, always thoughtful, decided to move our baby’s crib to the guest room, one of the only two rooms in the house blessed with air conditioning. The comfort of our child came first, and he would do anything to ensure MJ slept peacefully through the inferno of the day.

Manang Sela, our dependable housekeeper, had asked to take a nap after lunch, worn down by the relentless heat. She too sought refuge in the cool guest room, joining MJ in its chilled sanctuary. I left Marius behind in the library, where he was buried under a mountain of work, his focus unwavering despite the weather. Seeking my own escape, I decided to take a long, refreshing bath.

As I filled the bathtub with cool, inviting water, I began to undress slowly in front of the large mirror. The bathroom was filled with a soft, golden light, casting gentle shadows and highlighting the curves of my body. Each movement felt deliberate, almost ritualistic, as I peeled away the layers of clothing. The mirror reflected the small, intimate marks on my skin—marks left by Marius’s mouth and lips during our countless passionate encounters. Each mark told a story of desire, a silent testament to the intense love we shared. My cheeks flushed a deep crimson as I traced my fingers over them, the memories rushing back and making my pulse quicken.

“Marius,” I whispered, his name a breathy sigh on my lips as I sat on the edge of the bathtub, now brimming with water. The cool water spilled over, wetting my feet, but I barely noticed. My mind was lost in a vivid recollection of the night Marius had claimed me in the walk-in closet of our bedroom.

I could still see it clearly: the way I had pulled down his boxers, revealing his proud, erect manhood. In an instant, I saw myself with him, his length moving rhythmically in and out of my entrance. My eyes fluttered closed, and I bit my lip as I remembered the overwhelming pleasure, the way each thrust brought me closer to an inhuman level of ecstasy.

“Sam—oh,” Marius had barely been able to speak as I took him fully into my mouth, my tongue dancing around his tip. “Fuck!” he had groaned, a sound that echoed in my mind now, just as it had then, filled with raw desire and need.

“Shhh!” I had warned him softly, my voice barely above a whisper. “You’ll wake up your son,” I had chided gently, before bending down again to take him deeper, savoring the salty taste of his skin. I wanted to drive him wild, to see him lose control as he always did with me. And there was another motive—one that gnawed at me every time I thought of Lena. I needed to prove to myself and to Marius that I could give him just as much joy, if not more.

The thought of that woman sparked a fierce jealousy within me, igniting a fire that drove my movements. My hands and mouth worked with frenzied intensity, my fingers gripping him firmly, my lips and tongue worshipping every inch. Marius’s gasps grew louder, his body trembling with the relentless pleasure I was giving him. Like always, I was determined to make him lose himself, just as he always did for me. I focused intensely, blocking out everything except the sounds he made—the soft gasps, the stifled moans as he tried not to wake MJ from his deep sleep.

“Sweetheart, you know you’ll pay for this, right? Mmmmnnn—Sam.”

His words were music to my ears, a symphony that heightened the flames of my desire. Everything Marius said felt like gasoline, fueling the inferno of our passion. I didn’t respond verbally, but my actions spoke louder than words. I continued to devour his manhood, driven by a need that went beyond mere physical pleasure. I wanted to hear every sensual sound he made, to know that I was the one bringing him to the brink.

The intensity of my actions grew, and soon, I found myself lost in the moment, my aggression mounting. Finally, Marius couldn’t hold back any longer.

I was startled when he grabbed my hand and pulled me up abruptly. My heart raced, and despite my surprise, I saw the intense danger in Marius’s eyes—a promise of what was to come.

“Thank you for that wonderful intermission number, sweetheart. But as I said earlier, you know you’ll pay dearly for this, right?” he said, gripping my face tightly.

My chest heaved with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. The look in Marius’s eyes told me that tonight wouldn’t end with just a lack of sleep. He was going to reclaim every bit of control I had momentarily taken, and he would do so with a fervor that would leave me utterly spent.

I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could utter a word, Marius took the chance from me. He kissed me fiercely, his lips bruising mine with their intensity, and pushed me against the built-in closet. The cold, hard surface pressed against my back, a stark contrast to the heat of our passion.

“You will pay for this,” he growled, his gaze burning into mine before assaulting my lips with another forceful kiss.

That kiss awakened even the deepest parts of my being, if there were any still dormant. I didn’t hesitate to match Marius’s fervor. I wasn’t going to lose. While he was undressing me, I grabbed his manhood again, but he didn’t like that. He quickly removed my hand and instead pulled me to sit on the nearby stool.

Marius kissed me roughly again, and I met his kisses with equal fervor. He was too passionate. I think I knew why.

“You’re too aggressive, mmmmnnn—are you trying to kill me with pleasure again? Huh?” I asked teasingly, followed by a soft, seductive moan that I knew would heighten his desire for my body.

“Sam, why are you doing this to me?” he asked, his eyes scanning my face again, his breath hot against my skin.

I didn’t know if Marius wanted me to answer his question, but it seemed he didn’t. He kissed me again, and as he did, I felt his fingers part my thighs, slipping into my slick, warm slit. The sensation was electric, sending shivers up my spine and making my breath hitch. His touch was both gentle and demanding, and it drove me wild with need.

I arched my back, pressing closer to him, my hands tangling in his hair as I kissed him back with equal fervor. Our bodies were a tangle of limbs, each of us trying to claim dominance in this passionate dance. The world outside ceased to exist; it was just Marius and me, lost in a whirlwind of desire.

His fingers moved expertly, finding the sensitive spots that made me gasp and moan. I felt the heat between us build to an almost unbearable level, every touch, every kiss, stoking the flames higher.

“You drive me crazy, Sam,” Marius murmured against my lips, his voice thick with desire. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

I could only respond with a moan, my body trembling under his touch. He knew exactly how to make me lose control, how to push me to the edge and beyond. And I loved every second of it.

Marius’s other hand roamed my body, exploring every inch as if it were the first time. His touch was both familiar and thrilling, sending sparks of pleasure through me. I put back my hand on his hair, my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, needing to feel him against me.

He ravage my pussy effortlessly, carrying me to the height of sensation and intense desire using his expert tongue. It was as if he laid me down gently on the bed of clouds. His eyes never left mine as he continued fingering my wetness. And I love that. The feeling of his expert finger and wonderful rough hand pleasuring me. Flirting my pussy. Making me wet. So wet that I want to come already. The anticipation was almost too much to bear.

When he made his movement more violent, it was as if a dam had burst. My body begun to tremble with a fervor that was almost desperate. Soon he kissed me. Our mouths seeking out each other with an insatiable hunger. His kisses were searing, leaving a trail of fire across my skin.

“Marius,” I gasped, my nails digging into the back of his neck as he continue pushing his finger in and out of my entrance.“I need you.”

“I’m here, yes—but not yet,” he whispered, his voice a soothing balm. “Allow me to give you a nice and long foreplay this time.”

I smiled and let out a suppressed moan as soon as he took my mouth again for a soft kiss.

With a slow, deliberate movement, he entered his finger again on my cut, filling me completely. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of pleasure and pain. I arched my back, crying out as he began to speed up, each thrust of his finger sending waves of ecstasy through me.

Like always he did it concurrently in perfect harmony. My body and his expertise syncing in a dance as old as time. Every touch, every kiss, every breath was a testament to the love and desire we shared. It was a connection that went beyond the physical, a bond that tied us together in ways words could never express.

As the heat between us built to a fever pitch, I felt myself teetering on the edge, the pleasure almost too intense to bear. Using his powerful thrust, Marius sent me spiraling over the edge, a cry of pure ecstasy escaping my lips. He followed me moments later, his body shuddering as he gave me my first release.