Jake.
I opened my eyes and as my vision adjusted with time, the ceiling of my bedroom came into focus. My limbs feel heavy. I must have been out for a while, I thought dully, and relaxed a bit, feeling the pull of sleep. That was, until I had remembered the events that took place previously.
My wife definitely knew what she was doing, appearing naked before me in my room. She had been masterful in working us both up, pleasing me with her mouth and her core.
I definitely should have known better; she only ever thinks about s*x, after all. And in some way, the s*x might have been good, to say the least, but she was not the person I wanted in my bed, and she would never be. It was Carlisle who had that honor, not this cunning and perpetually seductive woman I didn’t love.
A wave
