Belongs To Him

16 | Do you trust me

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Alina Windsor

My eyes opened again at two in the morning still wrapped up in his arms. My dream had been one that spooked me but I couldn't remember what the fear factor was.

But now I was awake again an hour later than before. I leaned back into his arms closing my eyes again but even counting sheep was useless. I squirmed slightly once more trying to regain sleep but I couldn't.

"Alina?" He speaks into the back of my head and I try not to laugh. He was going to kill me, because I knew he had work in the morning, it was Monday. I didn't have to go in til nine, but I knew he'd probs be in at seven.

"Hello..." I sucked in my lips and I was moved back on the bed so he could face me, "nightmare?" I explained.

But his face wasn't angry like I expected, instead he just stared at me. His face told a different story as he smiled at me softly some type of adoration in it.

"Sorry for waking you," I apologized.

"What did I say?"

"Never apologize..." he shook his head at me.

"I like having you here Alina," he exclaims and his arm wrapped around my waist as I faced him. His hand trails down my side as I reach for the hem of his t shirt. He allows my fingers to slip underneath and explore his body until his arms removed from me and he reaches for his shirt removing it.

He stared at me patiently and my fingers glided around and then stopped as it reached his face. My hand moves down and intertwined with his and I move it towards my body. Underneath my tank top and he reaches underneath my breast.

As I let go his hand moves up and he clutches it and his free finger fiddles with my nipple. But his other hand moves downward towards the hem of my pants and his moves further down slipping past my underwear.

His finger brushes past my clit and swiftly thrusts into me as my breath hitches and i squeeze the sheets. A second finger joins him as his thumb presses down on my clit as I felt my stomach tense. His fingers pump into me faster and I clutch his arms and press my face into his chest suppressing any noise. Then I feel myself tighten around his finger holding him steady.

"Did you enjoy that Bellissima," he rasps as I try to regain my breath.

"I want more," I plead.

"More?" He questions me unsure if I really meant it, but I did and I wanted it with him.

"I want it with you and only you," his hand slid down my thigh and he leaned us further back into the bed, "I want it with my husband." There was a flicker of adoration in his eyes from my words.

His hands moved underneath my shirt once more but this time my tank top is pulled over my head exposing my nipples to him. Nobody had ever seen me like this before, not intimately.

So why I felt insecure, I did not know. I hadn't had an experience in which I should. But here I was scared of my own body.

As I looked back at him again I could tell he could read me and my thoughts. So he simply shook his head in response to my doubtful thoughts. His hands moved down to the hem of my underwear, then I remembered the baby blue granny panties.