Desiree
The bedroom door opens with a creak. There he stands, the man I married, with a small smile on his face.
"Little one, take off your clothes," He orders, loosening his tie.
"Why?"
"I need you,"
We undress silently. He watches me intently, hungry eyes scanning over my figure.
"You know when I first saw you," He murmured, stalking toward me, "I thought to myself, damn. That's a body of Goddess."
He links our hands, meshing our fingers, laying me down. His eyes focus on my lips.
"And I had to have you. I had to know what you tasted like," He presses a kiss to my lips.
Where is this coming from I wonder?
"And then, I had you," He smiled. "And I couldn't get enough. I was so addicted to being inside you."
"Why?" I as genuinely.
He smirked. "Because when I'm inside you," He sl
