Makeup remover wipes S.M.

Chapter 76

He stares deep into my eyes while his hips hit mine for the final time. He told me to use him while I still could, so I am. I'm using him for my own pleasure, he's convinced he's gonna change my mind but I don't think he will. I'm pretty firmly set of leaving him for not telling me that I act like a child. It's probably one of the most embarrassing things of my life. "You're my baby," he starts mumbling in my ear while I try to ride out my high as much as I can. "No one else's, forget what they say. They don't matter, we do, you're all that matters to me and I to you." He thrusts once more. "Anyone that tries to convince you otherwise is lying and doesn't deserve to know such a beautiful person."

"Wanna go again?" I question trying to shut up up.

"As many times as you want," he smiles pulling out only to push back in. I was hoping this would stop his mumbling but it does nothing. "You're precious, and I've never thought you acted like I child. I've only ever thought of you as my baby, don't ever be anything less than my baby?" He pleads while we both ride another high. His usual moan and lip bite are ignored and he simply tries to love me, showing me all of his love, and as efficiently as he can.

"I'll call it off," I lie groaning. He has started to make me think a lot, but he's also starting to annoy me. I figure ignoring him the rest of my life would be easier than being divorced but having to listen to him on the daily. "But only if you shut up."

"I won't speak again until tomorrow."

"Good," I nod pushing him away. "Then don't." I go to stand but my legs are like mush and I walk weird my thigh trembling with every step.

"I'll help you," He mumble lifting me up asking for guidance on where to go, he lay me on the seat of the shower. "I'll do it for you?" He smiles softly. Not in a sexual way even though he hasn't come down from our previous engagements yet, he means it completely out of love.

I nod at him slowly which makes him smile. I love it when he washes me. He's so gentile and he massages my whole body with his big, soft hands. He just wants to love every piece of my body, even if he can be awkward and he does hold back all of the time, it makes us both a little happier. "I wont," I stop him with a soft 'hush'. He just needs to be silent and caress my body in ways others can't understand. "I love you," he hums kissing my cheek running the soap over all of my curves and everything in between.

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He called the kids over wanting to tell them about the called off divorce while we all still mourn our lost family member. He was a hard loss to suffer but things happen for a reason and this simply happened because he wasn't ready. Some day we'll meet him, and get to hold and hug him everyday, and cuddle him whenever we want. He'll be ours and our responsibility only. We'll have no one else to rely on. "Don't you scare my like that again," He shakes his head at me while we lay back in bed. It's around noon and everyone's gone home but I'm tired and have forced him to come lay with me. "I was really gonna do it for you."

"I'm glad we didn't have to," I giggle and he rolls his eyes.

"We didn't have to anyways, you should know by now that I'll always baby you. And it might look weird for some people but it's just because you're my baby." He cradled me sitting on the edge of the bed. "And you always will be." He talked to me lots about it before this huge argument over nothing really. Soon the day will come there he can no longer lift me and I'm nervously awaiting that day, still we'll cuddle all of the time and enjoy a healthy sex life as well but I won't be carried places. I explained how much getting used to that would take. And he suggested we try and take it away, I just can't do that. If I won't be able to be carried in two years than I wanna be carried as much as possible before. It's just gonna happen one day where his arms shake more than they do already when he picks me up.

"How long do you think before I won't be picked up anymore?" I mumble into his chest while he chuckles.

"I'm trying to have a heartfelt conversation about how depressed I would've been if we got divorced and you just wanna talk about being carried?" He gives a playful huff. "Five ten years," he shrugs. "Unless something happens that'll enable me from lifting you before than." I nod cuddling him a little tighter.

"I'm gonna divorce you then, and go for someone younger who can lift me." I tease.

"Ouch," He sucks in a sharp breath before giggling while I do the same. "You wouldn't do that to me." He shakes his head and I shrug, teasingly of course. "You, are stuck with me," he hums pressing a kiss against my lips. "Forever."

"That's a long time," I whisper, just as I did after accepting his proposal. "Maybe it's too long, I mean how long could anyone wanna spend with me?" I pout at him, I was really a nervous wreck when he asked me to marry him. He was slightly offended at first but he didn't wanna show it, then he realized it was a legitimate fear.

"The rest of their life, you're perfect and lovely and one of the nicest people I've ever met." He smiles doing the same as I. "And if anyone was stupid enough to let you go, then there has to be something wrong with them."