Silence || FourTris

Chapter Eight

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Song for this chapter - Touch It by Ariana Grande.

"I'm tired of being patient so let's pick up the pace."

Tobias.
I know we have to stop now, but it's so hard when we've both been craving each other's touch for so long now. It's very evident that Tris has been feeling the same way, I just have a better way of suppressing my sexual fantasies and thoughts. She is very obvious with her sexual innuendos.

By now, her shirt is off and she's progressively taking off her sweatpants.  Now, normally, I would never object to seeing my beautiful wife naked, and ready to be fucked, but I'm trying to do what is best for our marriage. Plus, when we are given again the privilege of being able to have sex, it will be so much better because both of us will have been patient enough to make it amazing. Well, more amazing than it already is.

But it doesn't change the fact that we are both very aroused right now. I can feel the sexual tension between us that has been building for months now. I won't allow myself to follow through with my thoughts, that are telling me to just go for it, because like I said, I want what is best for our relationship.

"I want you so bad," Tris says through kisses, her sweatpants discarded onto the floor. "So bad." She mumbles against my lips.

"Baby, we have to stop." I pull away, and a frown appears on her baby pink lips that I so want to continue to kiss the hell out of.

"You don't want me?" She asks, her arms dropping to her sides as she grabs her shirt off of the floor and covers her breasts with it.

Her eyes are filled with disappointment as I rack my brain, trying to find the right words to say. Of course I want you, I want to say. But that isn't good enough. I already know that she will get herself worked up, and doubt herself in the end. I have to convince her that of course I want her, but I can't have her right now. If I could, I'd have my way with her right here on the edge of this table.

"Of course I do. But we're not aloud to have sex right now, you know that." I say, taking her shirt away from her hand and pulling her closer to me.

It is quite sexy to have her bare breasts rubbed up against my bare chest, but I won't let my sexual needs dictate my relationship. We're not supposed to have sex, so I won't break the rules just because of how I feel. Bending them, like we just did is one thing, but breaking them is another.

"We're aloud to have sex, we just aren't supposed to." She pulls back, smirking. The disappointment has left her eyes, and is now replaced with lust, as before. Her hands travel down my body, to my manhood - palming.
I groan out in pleasure, wanting her to stop but keep going at the same time.
"I want to make you feel good," her hands slip under the waistband of my joggers, doing things Mrs. Andrews would frown upon if she were here with us. "Because you deserve it."

I pull her hands out, sighing. It felt great - amazing, actually - but I know it isn't the right time. We'll get there eventually, but we have to patient.

"Baby, I'm sorry. I know I'm not meeting your physical needs, but you know that we absolutely cannot have sex right now. I don't want our relationship to be built off of it." She sighs, nodding her head in agreement. I hate that I have to tell her no, when I want to say yes so bad, but I can't give in anytime we get close to having sex.

"But maybe there's something else you could do to meet my needs that doesn't involve actual intercourse.." She implies, her eyes meeting mine as she clasps the back of her bra together. I don't know exactly what she has in mind, but I have a couple of ideas.