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Chapter 46

RIZ

JUSTIN and I had a good lunch. He liked what I prepared, and we almost finished all the rice. Manang wasn’t around, so I could freely clean up after our meal. I took our dirty dishes to the sink and went back for the glasses. Justin was checking his messages at the moment, so I took advantage of that to start washing. So far, I was enjoying our married life. Even though we started for convenience, we are trying our best to work on it.

I almost dropped the plate when someone kissed my neck.

“Can I have my dessert now?” he whispered to me. Every hair on my body stood up at what he said.

“I’m washing the dishes; you have all these things on your mind. If we end up with appendicitis— Ah!” He cupped my butt and started teasing me. I heard his soft laugh and he intensified his flirting. I didn’t know where he got the energy for everything he wanted to do in life. And yes, s*x is fun, but it can also be tiring… no matter what they say about how pleasurable it is.

Justin ran his tongue along the edge of my ear, and I couldn’t deny that I was starting to feel hot. My n*****s were already perked up even though he hadn’t touched them yet.

“I’ll finish this first.” I don’t know where I got the courage to say that. Most likely, I would end up breaking everything if I continued, but my husband could wait.

“Okay.” But that okay meant a lot of things; his hand was one of them. The hand that was previously caressing my butt was now moving up between my thighs. And even though he wasn’t exactly cupping my femininity yet, I could feel the throbbing there. It was hard to concentrate. I didn’t even know if I had already soaped the plate I was holding or not. In the end, I soaped it again. At this pace, I might end up doing everything twice. Damn it.

“Justin, I— Oh, God.” His finger found my c**t and started massaging it. Those circular motions I love so much. Whoever despises calluses on a man’s hand is crazy. There’s a softness and roughness combined, and my husband was doing it gently. I wonder what it would be like if I wasn’t pregnant. Would he be rough?

I stopped washing the dishes. Instead, I washed my hands and grabbed a clean kitchen towel from the side to dry my hands. I could barely do any task while his fingers were playing with my femininity. I heard him unzip my dress, and before long, he had one hand cupping my breast. Who said men couldn’t multitask?

I was surprised when he completely removed my bra and rolled my little n****e between his fingers. I felt extremely hot, and I couldn’t help but let out a moan. My hand traveled to his crotch because I had been feeling something bulging there for a while. I cupped it, and I heard him catch his breath. He lightly bit my shoulder, and his grip on my breast became firmer. Surprisingly, it didn’t hurt. It only aroused me more.

It made me feel wanted.

I struggled to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. I could feel his protest when his hand left my breast. Justin quickly took off his pants, and I heard them drop to the marble floor. Now I could freely hold him. There were moments when he pressed himself against me. I’m still facing the sink, and I like it this way. But I also wanted to kiss him on the lips, and I probably would end up with a stiff neck if I turned to him. The desire was evident in his eyes. The fire in his eyes was telling me that he wouldn’t stop until I was fully his. Our lips met while our hands were busy exploring each other.

In between kisses, he would ask if I was okay. If my stomach hurt and various other things. Justin said he would stop if I experienced the slightest discomfort.

“Spread your legs.” I did as he said. “Wider,” he whispered to me. His hand that was on my femininity hadn’t left since earlier. Justin kissed me one more time on the lips before he traced my spine.

He kissed down my body and lightly bit my butt. He kissed the inside of my thighs, and when his lips landed in the middle, I gasped for breath. My thin underwear didn’t prevent me from feeling the heat coming from his mouth.

When he started to slide my panty aside, I could barely breathe. Every stroke of his tongue brought a different heat to me. A heat that no one else could give me but him. He would harden it and thrust it in and out of me. And all I could do was moan his name and give him more access. He didn’t stop until I came, and the next thing I knew, Justin stood up, and I felt his thickness drive into me. He didn’t move and let me adjust to his size.

Being the impatient wife that I am, I moved my hips and danced to the rhythm we both knew was as old as time. He rammed into me, and I felt every thrust while he held my breast. My legs almost turned to jelly as he moved tirelessly behind me. I gripped the counter, and then his neck. If what we were doing truly made one lose their sanity, then I was surely lost and had gone crazy. Because I wanted to explode, and at the same time, I wanted to prolong it.

My breathing began to quicken, and I could feel something building in my lower abdomen. I was close.

“Come with me, baby,” he whispered to me.

My walls tightened around him, and we both reached our climax together. He pressed himself against me as if he was draining everything from himself. His body trembled along with the firm kisses on my neck and shoulder.

“I love you.”

Wait, what?