Rejected Wife Of The President

What Changed?

POV: Valerie

I lay awake, my body still humming with the aftermath of the night’s action, my mind filled with confusion and desire. Beside me, Travis slept peacefully, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, his arm draped lazily across my waist. I stared at him, my eyes tracing the contours of his face, the strong jawline, the tousled hair, the lips that had kissed me with a hunger I had never known before.

For three years, we had been married, yet he had never touched me with such urgency, such raw passion. What had changed? Why now?

A shiver ran down my spine as I replayed the events of the night in my mind. It had started innocently enough, with him returning home earlier than usual, a rare occurrence in our routine. He had smiled at me, a genuine, warm smile that had caught me off guard. I thought it was just a moment of weakness for him, maybe one of his whores did not show up and he decided to satisfy his desires with the next available cunt he could find.

But the next day was different from what I expected. I thought he would go back to frowning at me and being mean to me. But he had come home earlier just to spend time with me. He had cooked dinner, something he had never done, and we had shared a bottle of wine, our conversation flowing easily for the first time in years.

But then, as the evening deepened, something shifted. His gaze had become intense, his touch electric. He had pulled me close, his lips brushing against mine, and I had felt a spark ignite within me, a flame that had long been dormant, a flame that I thought he would never ignite in me.

What followed was a blur of heat and hunger. He had been relentless, his hands roaming over my body with confidence. He was so Possessive, taking me to the edge and letting me fall. He explored my body, touching me in places I never thought could bring me so much pleasure. I was been helpless to resist, my own desires awakening with a ferocity that left me breathless.

He had kissed me deeply, his tongue tracing the contours of my mouth, his hands cupping my breasts, squeezing them gently before tracing the curves of my body downward. I had moaned into his mouth, my fingers tangling in his hair, my body arching toward him as if drawn by an invisible force.

He had been like a man possessed, his movements urgent yet deliberate, his touch both tender and demanding. He had undressed me slowly, his eyes devouring me as if I were the most exquisite thing he had ever seen. I had felt beautiful under his gaze, desired in a way I had never felt before. When he finally entered me, it was with a force that left me gasping, his hardness filling me completely, his thrusts deep and relentless. I had cried out his name, my nails digging into his back as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.

He had made me c*m repeatedly, creating a rhythm that had me writhing beneath him, begging for my release. He satisfied all my inner cravings, his focus entirely on my pleasure. I had lost count of the orgasms, my body trembling with each one, my voice hoarse from screaming his name so loudly. At some point, I must have passed out, my body too exhausted to keep up with his relentless pace. We had fallen asleep tangled together, his hardness still buried inside me, a testament to his insatiable desire.

“I can’t get enough of you, sugar. You are so beautiful, so f*****g amazing,” he’d let out in a hoarse tone as he screwed me. I felt like I was in a dream of my own making and I prayed never to wake up from this amazing dream. Being with him and getting his attention has been my dream for as long as I can remember. This felt like magic, I still can’t believe that he is warming up to me, making love to me.

He meant it when he said he couldn’t get enough of me. As I lay awake, I felt him stir within me, his arousal growing as he shifted in his sleep. My eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze as he smiled down at me, his eyes filled with a tenderness that made my heart skip a beat. Waking up by his side is like winning a lottery ticket for me. This is the best week of my life.

“Morning, angel,” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep and desire. How can anyone look this cute in the morning, I mean, it should be a crime to look this gorgeous in the morning

“Ready for some more?” he asked me, making my p***y clench around his already hard d**k in response to his question. I think my body has a mind of its own because I sure didn’t tell it to do that, did I?

His words sent a jolt of heat through me, my body responding instinctively to his playful tone. I felt his hips move slowly against mine, his hardness pressing into me, a silent invitation that I couldn’t resist. I bit my lip, my breath catching in my throat as I nodded, my desire overwhelming any lingering confusion.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against mine in a soft kiss that quickly deepened, his tongue teasing mine as his hands began to roam over my body once more. If never getting enough was a person, It’ll definitely be him. He proved to me that he really can’t get enough of me.Knowing that the man of my dreams is finally attracted to me is just mind-blowing and so damn beautiful.

I moaned into his mouth, my fingers threading through his hair, my body arching toward him as he kissed his way down my neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I felt his hand slip between my thighs, his fingers tracing the wetness there, and I gasped, my hips bucking slightly as he teased me, his touch both gentle and insistent.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear, his words sending a shiver down my spine. I couldn’t control my urges around him, my body responding to his touch with a hunger that matched his own.

I cried out as he entered me again, his thrusts slow and deliberate, his hardness filling me completely as he moved within me. I wrapped my legs around him, my nails digging into his shoulders as he kissed me deeply, his tongue tangling with mine as our bodies moved in perfect rhythm.

The room was filled with the sounds of our passion, our moans, our gasps, the soft slap of skin against skin. I felt my orgasm building, a tight coil of pleasure deep within me, and I cried out his name, my body trembling as I climaxed, my release intense and all-consuming. He followed soon after, his thrusts becoming frantic as he buried himself deep within me, his groan of pleasure vibrating against my skin.

As our breaths slowed and our hearts returned to a steady rhythm, he pulled me close, his lips brushing against my forehead, his arm tightening around me. I felt safe in his embrace, desired and cherished in a way I had never felt before. But as I lay there, my mind drifted back to my earlier question, what had changed?

Why now?

I didn’t have the answers, and as I looked into his eyes, I realized I didn’t need them. For now, I would surrender to the moment, to the heat and the hunger that had awakened between us. The future could wait. For now, there was only him, only this amazing feelings, this new him. There was only the overwhelming desire that had brought us together in a way we had never been before.

As his lips found mine once more, I let myself be swept away, my doubts fading into the air as our passion ignited anew. This is what I’ve always wanted and for a moment, everything felt right. But as I closed my eyes, a faint whisper of doubt lingered in my mind, a question left unanswered, a mystery waiting to unfold.

Will he still commence the divorce process, will I get my last wish and bear his heir?