Romancing My Husband

Elle's POV “Navid!” I moaned my husband’s name when he suddenly pushed two fingers inside me. I wanted to touch him. I wanted to run my fingers over his chest and his back. I wanted to cling to him as he moved in and out of me, but I held myself back because I knew he wouldn’t like it. I raised my hands instead and held on to the headboard tightly. The movement of his fingers grew faster and harder. And God, the pleasure it brought felt like it was going to drown me in an overwhelming sensation. Painful but delicious—that was how I felt. It hurt, but it was the kind of pain I craved, the kind I wanted to keep tasting. Sweat ran all over my body. The AC was on, but it was still not enough to dissipate the heat I felt. The fire of desire within me burned so strong. I wanted more of him and the pleasure only he could give me. From two fingers, it became three, moving in and out of my womanhood, causing me to gasp. Navid twirled his fingers inside my p***y as if he were trying to widen me. And I didn’t want to complain about it because I knew that what would enter me next was much bigger and longer than his three fingers. My back arched, my hips lifting as his other fingers caressed my sore cunt. And when he flicked my c**t, a loud moan came out of me. I looked at my husband’s face. Our eyes met, but I couldn’t name the emotion playing in his eyes. Anger? Lust? I didn’t know. From the headboard, one of my hands moved to the pillow and held onto it tightly. I never took my eyes off my husband. I stared deep into his eyes while biting my bottom lip. “Navid…” But I couldn’t finish what I wanted to say when he suddenly grabbed my jaw with one hand. He gripped it tightly, causing me to groan. I knew he was going to leave me bruised again. But I felt no fear. Whether it was because I was used to the way he used my body or because of the intense desire I felt, I didn’t care about anything else he wanted to do to me. He stared intently at my face. His jaw tightened, and so did his grip on mine, as if he wanted to crush it. My breathing quickened along with the rapid movement of his fingers. I couldn’t control my thighs or my feet anymore. I was kicking slightly, pressing my toes against the bed. The sensation he was giving me was too much. As he held my jaw, he gave my lips a punishing kiss. He bit my lower lip hard until it bled, and I could taste it. Then he sucked on it, and it made me lose my mind. But I wouldn’t let him take over completely. I fought to kiss him back, and he seemed to like it. He urged me to open my mouth, and I did without a second thought. The moment I did, he slipped his tongue inside, searching for mine. When he found it, he urged it to move with him, and again, I followed without hesitation. I groaned in disapproval when he withdrew his fingers from my wet heat. My p***y clenched, begging for it. I knew I sounded desperate, but that was what I wanted. I wanted his c**k inside me right then and there. Especially when I could feel his erection pressing against my thigh, throbbing, growing harder as I sucked on his tongue. I could even feel the veins of his c**k, and it made my p***y throb even more. He bit my lower lip again, harshly, making me moan louder before he finally released me. When our lips parted, we both gasped for air. We stared into each other’s eyes. His whole face was flushed, his jaw tense. My hands gripped the headboard and the pillow tighter to stop myself from reaching for him because if I did, this would be over, and I didn't want that. But god, I wanted to touch him. So bad. My thighs parted wider as he positioned himself between them. One of his hands held my thigh firmly, his fingers digging into my flesh. His other hand moved between my legs. He brushed against my pubic hair and tugged slightly, making me gasp. Then he touched my c**t. He rubbed it again, and my whole body felt electrified. The sensation drove me crazy. After teasing me with his fingers, he finally used his c**k. He rubbed it against my c**t, then along my slit. Every time the head of his c**k brushed against my c******s, he pressed just enough to send waves of pleasure through me. “Navid, please,” I begged. What he was doing to me was pure torture. And I couldn’t take it anymore. He never took his eyes off me. I wanted to do the same, but I couldn’t stop my eyes from closing as he slowly pushed the head of his c**k inside me. My mouth fell open as I felt myself stretch. It wasn’t our first time, but I still wasn’t used to his size. And I probably would never be. My head tilted back, my mouth opened as I clung to the headboard even tighter, using all the strength I had to not let go. He pushed deeper, and when half of him was inside me, he suddenly pulled out completely. Disappointed, I opened my eyes and met his gaze again, burning with desire. My heartbeat thundered in my ears. My body was so sensitive, especially between my legs. If he pushed inside me again, I just knew already I would come. And I was so excited to come already. I wanted to feel the pleasure that comes with it again. “Please, Navid…” I breathed deeply. “Please, please, please f**k me already,” I begged once again.