Betrayal

Chapter 5

Warren

Rebecca is in a deep sleep.

I stand next to the bed, staring at her as I strip down to my briefs. Ella is asleep beside of her, on my side of the bed, and I pick her up. She stirs as I carry her out of the bedroom and down the hall to her room, but doesn't wake. I kiss her forehead after I've laid her down, then go back to the bedroom. I take my briefs off before I get under the comforter beside of her.

For a moment I look at her face. It's hard to believe I've seen this face nearly every single day for almost twenty-five years. We've been married almost that long, since I was twenty-eight and she was twenty-one. She's just as beautiful as she was the day I met her. It was by chance in a cafe near the college she was attending. She was with her friends and blushed every time I looked at her, so I asked for her phone number. The rest is history.

I rest my hand to her face and stroke her cheek, then kiss her on the mouth. I move down her body, kissing her softly, until I'm between her legs. As I take her panties off she's waking, smiles at me, and makes a soft sound.

"What are you doing?"

"What's it look like I'm doing?"

She laughs softly and I smile, then begin to eat her. She gasps and sighs. Her smell, one of my favorite scents, is perfection. I inhale it and taste her while she moans and tugs my hair. She's warm and soft and sweet and that's just one of the many reasons why I married her. I couldn't possibly name all of them, or even think of all of them, so I focus on this one.

My cock is hard and throbbing by the time she's finished, which happens quickly. She's easy to please and always has been. She pulls my shoulders and I climb up her, thrust roughly inside, and we gasp together. She's open mouthed, moaning softly into me, as I begin to fuck her.

"Oh, god," I groan. "You feel so good."

I grip her hair, pulling it every time I move into her, as she digs her nails into my back. Her eyes are closed and I want her to look at me. I love to see her eyes, see the pleasure I'm giving her, the way her lids flutter and she can barely keep them open.

"Look at me, baby. Look at me."

My voice is deep and low and she does as I say. It turns me on even more, propels me to fuck her rougher, but I stop suddenly when she begins to laugh.

"What? What's so funny?"

She shakes her head and kisses me.

"Nothing, nothing."

"What?"

She laughs again and a smile touches me lips out of confusion. This is the worst possible time for her to be laughing.

"You just look so... serious."

"So my face is funny?"

"No, you just look intense. I don't know. Come on, keep going. It feels good."

I sigh and slowly roll off of her, a feeling of frustration coming over me.

"Oh, don't do that, Warren. Please? Come on."

I run my hands across my face and look to her. She's smiling and breathing heavily.

"I'm sorry."

"I bet you are," I mumble sheepishly. "What's so funny about my wanting you to look at me? I like it."

"I do, too. I'm sorry."

She begins to climb on top of me, kissing me, and grabs my cock. I'm guided to her, into her, and moan against her lips. She holds the sides of my face and stares into my eyes as she moves.