Invisible

Chapter 12

Chapter 12:

He was touching himself, of that fact I had become aware after the all so many nights of him doing the same thing. I couldn't help but think that he did it so he would finish too soon inside of me and not give me the pleasure I had felt the first time.

Or maybe he didn't want to give himself that pleasure? Could it really be true? Could it be that he enjoyed it so much that he felt guilty because of his love for his wife and didn't want it to happen again?

No, it couldn't be true; I was such a fool to think of things. I mean, look at me, and look at her. Of course he enjoyed her much more.

In the few times I saw him after the third night outside of The Room, he looked much troubled, and I had no idea why. Things were going well in the kingdom; he was good with his wife. So, why the sad face? I didn't know.

It was like that until one night everything changed. Slowly, but surely.

On the sixth night he did the same thing of rubbing himself and then pushing inside of me. But this time, it was longer, and his groans were a bit louder. I didn't expect anything to happen other than the usual, but – out of nowhere close for him to reach his high, his hand touched my left breast and he squeezed. Hard.

The moan that escaped my mouth was really uncontrolled, and I couldn't help it. It was the first time anyone had touched me that way, the first time a hand had squeezed my breast that wasn't my own; it was the hand of the man I love.

Maybe it was from above the clothes, but it was better than anything I had dreamed of. It was heaven.

It was as if my moan sent him to his orgasm, because the next thing I knew he was cumming inside of me, and squeezing my breast even harder with an 'Oh, God!' that escaped his mouth.

Once again, it was like the bed had burned him, and he almost ran out of the door.

I couldn't be sad, I was happy with this little thing, and was willing to take anything if he was to touch me this way again.

Maybe I was a fool, but just listening to his pants and hearing him coming undone was the best thing that had happened in my miserable life.

And for it, I would seriously do anything to hear him again.

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