Second First Kiss

Chapter 1

Life is extraordinary when you have the right person beside you. I am

Sophia Ivy Smith, 23 years old interior designer and married to Daniel

Drey Smith. Life after marriage has been wonderful I must say. It’s

everything I wanted, if we ignore the part that Daniel is always at work

lately. Daniel manages his family business and ever since his grandfather

died it seems work has doubled for him. I understand that he needs to

maintain the family’s legacy but I am important too. It may seem like I am

doing too much, so let me put it this way; I am an interior designer I

manage my business from home and there is Daniel my stubborn

annoying husband who wants be on top of the tech business in the city

which has ended him buried at work for three months. We have been

married for only 2 years and I really miss my husband or maybe is my

pregnancy hormones which I doubt. Maybe it’s time I spoke to him about

how I truly feel.

There he is behind his desk, I don’t even know how to star maybe I should

just leave. “My love what are you doing here at this hour?” I guess he saw me. “Nothing Daniel, I was just going to get water.” I should have told a better

lie the kitchen is nowhere near the office. “Sophia Ivy Smith you know you’re a terrible liar so why don’t you tell

what’s wrong with you my love. You know I can do anything for you and

give you the world.” Why is he so sweet at this moment when I want to tell him that I miss him? “It’s nothing Daniel, I’m totally fine.” I hope he

leaves the situation alone; I will try talking to him another time. “Alright Sophia, if you say so, but remember communication is key”. Daniel and Sophia lock eyes for a few minutes before she turns around to

leave, walking slowly to the bedroom. “Sophia, wait, I think I may know what's wrong. It’s my work isn’t it?

Sophia, I apologize; I’ve been preoccupied recently. I know it may appear

that I’m unconcerned, but I assure you I’m not. I am trying so hard to

finish up everything so I can have the old times back with you……it’s just

that things are not going smoothly as planned. I promise you I will make it

up to you.” Sophia’s heart melts instantly after she realizes Daniel

understands her and is ready to make things work again. “Thank you Danny, I really do miss having you all to myself, but I did not

want to sound like a clingy wife. I’m sorry.” Daniel chuckles after Sophia’s

confession, which makes her a little upset. “It’s not funny Daniel, don’t do that”. Daniel tries to put up a serious face

and places a kiss on Sophia’s forehead. “I miss you too, my love, every day, every minute in fact, every second.” Sophia hugs dry, tightly it seems

Daniel knows the exact words to calm his wife. Daniel looks deep into

Sophia’s hazel eyes and tacks her hair behind her ears. “I love you Mrs. Sophia Ivy Smith”. With that he lifts her up and drops his mouth over hers.

I have been working on the campaign things and it seems I have ignored

my wife for so long. I wish I never made her feel that way about us. She’s

the first girl I have ever loved in my entire life. She fills up every void in my

life and I hate to see said. I'm very happy she’s okay now. This whole

situation did not even allow me to see how beautiful my wife looks in her

nightgown. “I love you Mrs. Sophia Ivy Smith." I kiss her softly, taking my time to tell

her how beautiful she looks with my actions. I swear she looks ravishing

every day and I just can’t get over it. I pulled away with many emotions in

my mind as I run my thumbs on her lips. “You look gorgeous tonight,” Iwhispered to her before she kissed me. I took control over the kiss with

my tongue delving into her mouth, thrusting and sweeping aside any

reserves. I took a n****e into my mouth and caressed the other breast. My

skin was on fire, my nerve endings inflamed. She moaned, wiggling

underneath me. Hell, I have missed my wife more than I thought. I need

to complete my business campaign but I couldn’t stop

tasting…sucking….licking. The primal urge within me cannot be sated until

I had her completely. I truly miss her. Unable to stop myself, I pressed my

mouth to her stomach, trail kisses toward her femininity. My c**k flared, pulsing with the need for a release. I was going to spill my seed like it’s my

first time having her.

“Dan,” she said, her voice weak from pleasure. She squirmed underneath

my weight. “I really…miss…” with a smirk on my face, I parted her thighs. Pink wet gorgeous haven. I lowered my head and slid my tongue between

her fold. She cried out, arching her back, holding down my head, urging

me to continue. Her reaction was my cue to delve my tongue into her

tight sheath and use my thumb on her sensitive bud. I always took delight

in torturing her with pleasure, and she loves it. Try to find something to

hold her hand, push the things off my desk. I knew that was the moment

she was going to give into her desires; her body was mine to read. She

cried out as she came against my mouth. “Daniel!” The ache in my c**k only flared, demanding attention. I pulled away, her

womanly scent clinging to me. I felt wild and desperate. I shifted my knee

between her thighs. Her eyes holding that hazy look of passion and love

as I pressed my swollen tip to her entrance.

“I know you miss me”. With a whimper, she opened for me. Unable to

hold back any longer, I thrust forward in one surge, entering her fully and

completely. She gasped, pushing against me. I pulled out to thrust into her

again and again. Every thrust sent me deeper into her tight passage, teetering on the blink of completion. Her sweet moans of pleasure as she

lifted her hips and tightened her legs around me. Our bodies always had a

natural rhythm, rocking together as one. Her nails bit into my back and I

felt her body tighten with her own release, I could hold back no longer

and thrust into her, spilling my seed. I collapsed on top of her. This feeling

felt like a reaffirmation of everything they were to each other, a raw beautiful collision of love and desire that left them breathless, boneless

and utterly sated, curled up against each other as sleep claimed them.

The next morning, sunlight, cheeky and bright, was streaming through the

gap in the curtains. I stretched like a contented cat, a lazy smile on my

face, my body still humming with the delicious afterglow of the night

before. Daniel was already moving around, the scent of his ridiculously

expensive coffee filling the air. This was it. Today. I’d make his favorite

pancakes, the ones with the blueberries. Then, when he was relaxed, full, and happy, I’d tell him. I’d planned it all out in my head last night before

sleep had taken me: a tiny pair of baby booties I’d impulse-bought weeks

ago, tucked into a gift box. Simple, sweet and perfect, also grand but

simple just the way we liked things. Our little secret, before we shared it

with the world.