Fiction - My Husband, My Desire and Them : Part 6 - Not Just My Body

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PART : 06

I was still trembling against his shoulder when his hands slid to my hips as he lifted me effortlessly into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist and I clung to him.

I am a curvy woman, not light by any means, yet he carried me as if I weighed nothing.

I couldn't remember the last time a man had done that, not even Dev and the difference sent another thrill through me.

I assumed he was taking me to the bedroom. Instead, he carried me into the living room and lowered me carefully onto the edge of the sofa.

I sat there completely naked, breathing heavily while he remained standing in front of me, still fully dressed.

Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom.

Then another.

And another.

My eyes widened as I realized he had brought several packets with him.

He noticed my expression and smiled. “All of these are for you,” he said softly. Then, after a brief pause, he added, “I don’t use them with my wife.”

The words hit me like a sudden jolt. For a moment, I forgot to breathe.

He slipped one packet from the stack and let the others fall onto the cushion beside me.

Then he rested his hand over the bulge beneath his track pants and looked at me with a dark, hungry smile. “How do you want it?”

I was too distracted by size to answer immediately.

“Do you want it from the front,” he murmured, “Or from behind?”

A slow smile spread across my lips.

I slid off the sofa and turned around. Leaning forward, I rested my forearms on the armrest and offered him my answer without speaking.

Behind me, I heard his sharp intake of breath. I felt the rustle of pant maybe, followed by the soft tear of foil.

Then he stepped close and I felt him brush against my bare skin.

I gasped.

Even with a small distance still between us, the contact was enough to make my knees weaken.

I gripped the armrest tighter and arched back toward him. He held my hips and pressed himself against my entrance.

I was still wet from my earlier pleasure which had left me slick and ready for him. So when he pushed inside, it entered smoothly.

At first, I noticed he was not as thick as I had imagined. But as he moved deeper, I gasped.

He was long.

Very long.

I could feel him reaching the edge of me, stopping there for a brief moment without pushing any further.

I closed my eyes and told myself that this was going to be rough.

And that was exactly what he gave me. A very rough, relentless experience.

I gasped as he began to move.

My gasps turned into small screams.

The screams turned into cries as he drove into me again and again, each thrust deeper and harder than the last.

Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.

One after another.

I lost count of how many times he made me tremble.

At one point, overwhelmed by the intensity, I begged him to stop.

But even as the word left my mouth, I knew I didn’t truly want him to stop. I wanted every hard, punishing thrust and I liked the way he was taking me apart.

Behind me, his breathing became ragged and uneven.

I knew he was close.

His grip tightened on my hips, and he drove into me with a few final deep, hard strokes.

Then he stopped and slowly pulled out while I was still trembling and crying from the aftershocks.

I felt when he remove the condom and set it on my back. And then I felt his hot pulses across my back.

I wanted to turn around and take him in my mouth, the way I had seen women do in porn. But I had no strength left. My body was completely spent.

My eyes were closed, and I was still breathing heavily, smiling to myself after what felt like the most intense sex I had experienced in years.

I wasn't taken like this by Dev for years and that made this moment intense.

Then I felt something soft against my back. He was cleaning me gently with a cloth.

For a man who had spent the last few minutes taking me apart, the tenderness surprised me.

When he was done, he kissed the back of my shoulder and asked softly, “Are you okay?”

I nodded, smiling, still too overwhelmed to find my voice.

Slowly, he helped me upright. When I turned to face him, I realized he was completely naked. And he had had use his T-shirt to wipe my back.

My eyes moved over his broad chest and muscular body. Even exhausted, I found myself staring.

No wonder I had spent days thinking about him.

“Do you want to rest for a while,” he asked, “Eat something, or leave?”

There was a subtle heaviness in his voice when he said the word leave.

For the first time since arriving, I wondered if he wanted more than just my body.

That thought felt like a red flag. I had come here for sex, not attachment. But I couldn't deny how good it made me feel.

“Rest,” I murmured.

My legs were so weak that I was sure I would collapse if I tried to walk.

I started to lower myself onto the sofa, but before I could, he scooped me up once again.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and let him carry me to the bedroom.

Only a few minutes earlier, he had seemed determined to destroy me completely with the most intense, relentless pleasure I had ever experienced.

And now he was holding me as if I were delicate.

He placed me gently on the bed. Then he slid in beside me and pulled the sheet over our naked bodies until it covered us up to our chests.

I turned toward him, still trembling, and let myself sink into the comfort of his arms.

It felt so good even though I knew it was wrong.

I had come to him for sex, not for this comfort. But sometimes the things you know are wrong are the things that feel the best.

That keeps Neha's simple style while landing the emotional point more clearly.