SPLINTER

2.

MARCUS

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It has been roughly ten minutes since Nadine left, yet I can't seem to get my head out the gutter. Still.

The silence in the study is suffocating.

Despite my attempts to focus on the work in front of me, as my conscience wouldn't allow me to finish what I started before I was interrupted, the condition in my pants is impossible to ignore.

I shift uncomfortably in my chair, trying to get my arousal under control, but it's no use.

I need a release.

Unable to bear it any longer, I decide to head upstairs. Maybe that way I can clear my head. Or address the urge in a different way.

I walk slowly up the stairs, trying to steady my breathing and regain some composure.

But each step feels heavy, like a ton of bricks are tied to my feet.

My jaws tick.

When I finally reach the bedroom, I find Nadine already in bed, nestled underneath the covers, her body relaxed and her breathing steady. The soft light from the bedside lamp casts a gentle glow over her and the room.

She looks so peaceful as she sleeps and a pang of guilt settles over me for what I'm about to do.

I slip under the covers beside her, trying to be as quiet as possible so as not to wake her. As if sensing my presence, she stirs slightly and turns towards me, her eyes fluttering open.

“Marcus?” she murmurs, her voice soft and groggy.

“Hey,” I reply, leaning in to kiss her lightly. “Sorry for coming to bed so late.”

She stretches slightly and snuggles closer, her body warm against mine. It's inviting. “It’s okay. I missed you.”

Her simple words coupled with the warmth of her body and her gentle touch make my already stiff dick throb.

I lean closer, connecting her lips to mine in a featherlike caress. “I missed you too...”

Pulling away, I kiss her gently on her forehead then move back down to her lips.

By this time she's more alert, pulling my body closer to hers, forcing me to deepen the kiss.

The more she responds, the more I kiss her deeply, our lips meeting with increasing urgency. She's horny too. I can tell.

Grunting softly, as her arms wrap around me, I take the liberty of roaming my hands over the contours of her body, exploring familiar curves.

One undeniable fact about Nadine is how sexy she is.

That was one of the things which pulled me to her when we first met. And after two kids, it's no different.

Yet yuh find the time fi fuck a next gyal...

I push that thought behind me before it can kill the mood.

Nadine responds eagerly to my touch, her own hands exploring my chest, which only heightens the desire building within me.

Our kiss grows more heated, our breaths becoming ragged.

I slowly ease her nightgown off, savoring the intimacy of the moment. Then toss it to the floor.

Rising to a kneeling position, I straddle her feet, staring down at her.

Nads returns the gesture, helping me out of my pants and boxers; smiling innocently when my dick flops out, bouncing before her face.