The Ties of the Soul (The Ties Book 1)

7: I’ll Do Better

~ The Next Day ~

Daniel

Isabella should’ve been home by now. I know it’s like a nine hour drive, but they planned to leave early. I still think they should’ve caught flights, but Annabelle insisted a road trip would be good for Isabella. It’s 7:30 and I’m getting worried. I pick up my phone to call her, but headlights glare through the living room blinds. I look out the window and see her BMW pull into the driveway. Finally, she’s home! She walks through the door with a bunch of bags in her hands. She looks so tired.

“Put your bags down and come here, babe. I missed you so much.”

She drops her bags and walks to me. I hug her tightly and inhale her sweet scent. It reminds me of the day we went on our first date and our first kiss. She smelt the same way then. I smile and look at her. She’s so beautiful. I can’t even remember the last time I admired her. I kiss her forehead.

“I’ve been thinking, and we need some time alone together. I took the next three days off,” I explain. “The kids will be at your mom’s.”

It’s been four days since she’s seen the kids. I know she’s anxious to see them. Our time together for the next three days is very important to me and I didn’t want the kids distracting her for this.

We talk, and she pours her heart out to me. She tells me she’s unhappy. I had no clue. She’s the best thing that ever happened to me. How can I be so stupid to not show her I love her? I caress her cheek. I haven’t looked into her eyes in a long time. They are speaking to my soul right now. I see the need she has for my love. I must give her what she needs.

“Babe, please let me make it up to you,” I plead and lean in for a kiss.

“Okay,” she replies, followed by a kiss in return.

The passion I feel from her right now is remarkable. I pick her up and sit her on the counter. “Bella babe, you don’t understand how sorry I am for everything,” I sincerely apologize and stroke her face.

“Oh Daniel, it’s okay,” she says while caressing my neck. “We’re fixing it now and that’s all that matters.”

My d**k is fully erect after hearing that. How did I get so lucky to have such a forgiving and loving wife? We kiss again, moaning in each other’s mouths. She’s different. Something happened in Vegas. Whatever it was, I’m glad. Maybe this trip was for the best. I feel like our marriage is about to get so much better.

“I love you so much, Bella.”

I take off her T-shirt. She has on a lace pink bra. I bought it for her birthday a few years ago. It’s my favorite bra of hers. After removing it and throwing it to the side, I caress her breasts. Her n*****s harden while I play with them and kiss her neck.

“Let’s get these pants off you,” I voice and take off her jeans.

I can’t believe she’s also wearing one of my favorite pairs of lace panties, and damn if she doesn’t look good in them. If it wasn’t my favorite pair, I’d rip them off. Her curvy drives me insane. She’s so perfect. I just want to stick my d**k in her right now, but that wouldn’t be very passionate. Our whole conversation would be pointless if I do that.

“Daniel, please take your time,” she moans.

“I’m sorry, my love. I can’t contain myself. You’re so beautiful to me. I just wanna take you.”

Isabella pushes me away. “What did we just talk about? If you rush, how can we have passion and intimacy? Don’t just pound me like you normally do. Rub my body. Kiss me slowly. Take… your… time.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry.”

I take a deep breath to slow my excitement. I take my hands and caress her arm where her tattoos are. She’s right. This intimacy makes things so much better. Rubbing her body, feeling her skin, makes me want her even more. How could I not have realized this before? I slowly spread her legs, admiring her beautiful p***y. I kiss her thighs, causing a sweet moan that drives me wild.

“Daniel, yes,” she gulps. “Take me. Take me right here and right now... but slowly, please.”

“Yes, babe. Whatever you want.”

I lift her legs. She leans back on the counter. I put my d**k inside her slowly. Her p***y has never been this creamy and wet. I can barely handle the way she’s squeezing my d**k. Her walls tighten with every stroke.

“Daniel, go deeper,” she moans.

“Yes, baby,” I moan back.

I don’t think I can contain myself much longer. Her moans intensify with each thrust. This passion I feel between us makes it hard to not climax. I fight to last for her. I just want to please her, but I can’t hold it. Not with her p***y gripping me with each stroke.

“Oh, Isabella. I love you so much,” I exclaim and c*m inside her.

I only lasted fifteen minutes and it was amazing. This was possibly the best s*x we’ve had! I back away because I know Isabella is disappointed with how I couldn’t last.

“I’m sorry. You- It- I just couldn’t hold it.”

“Daniel, it’s okay. I love you.”

“But I couldn’t last for you,” I shamefully sigh. “I wanted to go longer, but you’re just so good and all that moaning you did, I couldn’t last.”

“Honey, it’s okay. It was more than perfect,” she smiles widely.

“Really? So you nutted with me?”

“I did. Why else would I moan like that,” she giggles.

Wow! Who would’ve thought that she needed to leave for five days to reignite the fire between us? I must focus on my family more.

“Bella babe, don’t worry about dinner for the next three days either.”

“Daniel, please tell me you’re not cooking.” Her worried expression makes me laugh.

“Well, you’re the cook of this house. No doubt about that. I got takeout. You don’t have to lift a finger. Now, after I clean the kitchen, I’ll run you a hot bath. I’m gonna take very good care of you.”

The smile that comes across her face makes my heart skip a beat. Seeing that smile is enough to make a man go crazy. It’s making me go crazy. It’s been so long since I’ve seen that smile. I swear from this day forth; I’ll do better and keep that smile on her face.

Isabella

Well, I really wanted to see my babies. This must be pretty important if he sent the kids away so we could be alone. God, is he going to leave me? He sent the kids away for three days so they won’t be here to see it happen, didn’t he? I don’t know what to think or expect. Wait, no. He can’t be leaving me. Why would he hug and kiss me like that? It must be something else, but what? I gnaw on my nails. He walks me to the table to sit down. Anxiety overtakes my mind.

“Isabella, stop overthinking. You have nothing to fear. I just wanna talk about us.”

Talk about us? What went through his mind while I was in Vegas? Does he suspect I was with another man? Will I have to fess up and tell him everything? f**k, this is the end of my marriage!

“You see, this is the longest trip you’ve ever taken since we’ve been together,” he continues. “While you were gone, I realized how much you do for me and this household. You make sure I have a hot meal and a clean space to lay my head. I always have clean clothes neatly folded and ready for me.

You’re such an excellent mother to our kids. You even got them on a schedule I can’t even maintain. Babe, I’m lost without you. I don’t appreciate you. Bella, I want to work on our marriage. Please tell me what I need to do to make you happy and do right by you.”

Is this a dream? For the first time in three years, Daniel wants to pay attention to me and make things better between us. My life with him is everything. If he leaves me, I’ll have nothing. I quit my job after having Maya. I don’t have any assets, except my car and Daniel paid for it. Without him, I can’t make it. He must never know about Vegas. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.

Daniel eagerly begs to know what he can do to make things better between us. How refreshing. If we’re going to fix this marriage, I have to be completely honest about how miserable I am.

“Well, Daniel, I’ll be honest with you. There’s a couple things I’m unhappy about. For starters, you don’t pay attention to me. All I get when you come home from work is a kiss on the cheek. You don’t show me you love and appreciate me, and if I’m being completely honest, I wish you’d make love to me more.”

He gives me a puzzled look and asks, “Babe, what are you talking about? We make love every morning and every night; like clockwork.”

“No. Pounding me for five to eight minutes is not making love. It’s like I’m nothing more than your cumbucket.”

“Bella, what? No. I swear it’s not like that!”

“It’s how I feel,” I voice.

“Don’t-”

I interrupt him because I’m not done and I need to get this out. “Please let me finish. You seem to just care about getting your nut out before goin’ to bed and before goin’ to work. Once you c*m inside me, you’re done.

Honey, I have needs just like you do. I wanna bust a nut too. The lack of love and intimacy is my biggest problem with our marriage. We’ve been together ten years and the only time I felt genuine passion and intimacy from you is the night of our honeymoon and when we conceived our children.”

I’ve held that in for so long. Annabelle knows nothing about this and she’s the closest person to me. It feels good to get that off my chest.

“Wow,” his brows fly up in surprise and he walks toward me. “I had no idea that’s how you felt. I didn’t know I was neglecting you like that. Truthfully, I thought us making love – well, having s*x was keeping us close. Now I see that’s far from the truth.”

He leans in and kisses me. This kiss feels different. I kiss him back, caressing his face as we make out. For the first time in a year, I feel a genuine connection with Daniel. Our chemistry is through the roof, but it still isn’t enough. Even with Daniel following my suggestions for more intimacy, this feels mediocre. Daniel’s length doesn’t even compare to Mateo’s.

Every time Daniel leans forward, grunting in my ear, I fake a moan. I’ve been thinking about Mateo this entire time. Only when I imagine him stroking me do my moans become real. And just when I’m close to the edge, Daniel thrusts me rapidly and cums so much it pours out my p***y and down my thigh.

Fifteen minutes of lovemaking and not a single orgasm from me. Daniel’s nowhere near as good as Mateo, and what he just gave me was a subpar substitution. He feels so bad about not lasting and I don’t want to make him feel worse. I smile and lie to stroke his fragile ego.

More than anything, I wish Daniel would’ve lasted a little longer and actually made me c*m instead of me faking, but I’ll just have to suck it up. Daniel just needs a little practice. If he keeps this up, maybe things will be just fine. There’s a knock on the door, startling me.

“Oh, that would be our dinner for tonight. As much as I’d like for you to stay naked, please put your clothes back on so we can eat,” he says.

Fair enough. No need for the delivery person to see me naked. We sit down and have a lovely meal together. I can’t believe this is happening.

“Now, after I clean the kitchen, I’ll run you a hot bath. I’m gonna take very good care of you.”

Oh, my! Daniel’s serious about fixing our marriage. Maybe there’s hope for us after all. I’ve got to let Mateo go. I’m never seeing him again, anyway. He was a beautiful distraction, and he gave me everything I needed at that moment. Now I need to focus on what I have.

~ One Week Later ~

“Yes, Daniel! Oh yes,” I exclaim, faking another orgasm while Daniel climaxes.

Another love making session with no orgasms from me.

“Oh Isabella,” Daniel moans. “Babe, much as I wish we could do this all day, I gotta go to work. I love you and the kids so much.”

He kisses me and caresses my face. He gets dressed and promptly leaves for work. Finally, after all this time, Daniel’s trying to do better and I greatly appreciate his efforts, even if he doesn’t satisfy me. At least I feel appreciated again.