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It was a pure bliss, and if I'm saying it, I mean it. Getting touched by her felt so heavenly that I can't explain. She's not too dominative but when given a chance, she can be so fierce that you might not wish to let her go.
I was surprised when she had agreed to submit herself, to submit herself to the man who made her go through so much. I know I don't deserve her yet, I got her. So I'll worship her. I'll worship the land she walks on and thank God for allowing me to breathe the same air as her. I might sound like a psycho or a madman while saying this because it's totally new of me, but I mean it. I mean whatever I've said.
Her fingertips against my skin burnt me, the desires inside me to pound on her had heightened and eventually I lost control. I thrusted inside her so hard that she really had a hard time moaning and screaming.
Such a goddess I've got. I'm truly glad.
The sunrays of the setting sun filtered through the leaves of the tall trees of the forest behind the mansion, peeping through the curtains landed on her serenely calm face. Her upper body is resting on mine while my arms held her protectively, her bare skin sticking to mine is making me want to wake her up and fvck her raw again. But I can't because she must be sore. I had went rough on her after all.
"Shall we go back?", her raspy voice reached me, making me tilt my head to have a better look at her.
"When did you wake up?", I asked surprised. I thought she was deep asleep.
"Just now. You had said we need to head back", she spoke sitting up on the bed.
I groaned internally seeing her like that. Her whole chest and neck had my marks, some red and some purple. And the way her saggy breasts kept staring back at me, the n!pples pointed out, made me have that throbbing sensation in my d!ck again. I want her but I need to have some control.
Rubbing my hands over my face, I got up. I was already wearing my boxers so I didn't mind wearing anything else. Getting down the bed, I picked up my shirt and handed it over to her.
"Wear this. I'll take bath till then", I spoke softly, placing a kiss on her forehead before walking inside the bathroom.
I had already cleaned her after she had fallen asleep.
Standing under the shower, I turned the tap towards the hot water side. As the water ran down my body, my tensed muscles relaxed. While one hand rested on the wall infront of me, the other held my d!ck, stroking it slowly.
I closed my eyes, imagining her in place of my hand while her moans rang in my ears. She sounds so heavenly goddamn I swear I'll go insane.
I might need a therapy. And I fear that I'll become possessive and obsessive given that I've fallen for her.
Yes I love her. I've fallen for my wife, my woman, my doll.
I don't know when I did but now I do. I've realised that the calming feeling she gives me, the weird feeling she gives me in my stomach, which I had got once by Priya and she had named it as butterflies and the happiness I feel inside me seeing Anika whenever and wherever possible is nothing but love. There's no definition of love but my definition is Anika. My wife's my definition of love.
