Real Love

Pardon the Interruption (Ruang Sak)

This was supposed to come out on Father's day for fun but I have a demanding family. So two days later here it is. Hope you enjoy it.

As always, thanks for reading.

- Lisa

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"Haah, a-a-ah." I pant as he pushes into me. Each forward movement goes deeper and brushes soundly against my prostate. I fist the sheets beneath me as my body rocks back and forth with his movements.

His hands have a firm grip on my hips as he pulls them back to meet his forward thrusts.

"Oh god Ru you feel so good." He says as he continues to take me.

He grabs a handful of hair and yanks my head back. He pushes forward connecting our mouths. When he releases me a thin tendril of saliva still connects us. He grabs my arms and stretches them behind me using them as leverage. He starts moving faster now, his pelvis moving like a jackhammer continuously drumming into me.

"Phi, touch me." I plead.

"I am touching you. Can't you feel it?" He asks while thrusting powerfully into me.

"God yes." I say breathlessly.

He releases my arms and leans against my back. His hand moves forwards and he firmly grasps my penis. He strokes it in time with his thrusts making me lose whatever hold on reality I thought I had.

"Are you close baby?" He whispers into my ear.

I grunt in response.

"Do you want to feel me pump my cum into you? Do you want me to flood your insides with my milk?" He taunts.

"Yes. Yes Phi." I manage.

One last thrust accompanied by a deep grunt and he releases in me. I follow quickly spraying the bed beneath me.

I jolt awake and look beside me. Phichit is sleeping peacefully while I have a bit of a mess to clean up. I'm too old to be having wet dreams. I slowly get out of bed and give a word of thanks to every deity I know that my mess was contained in my boxers.

I make my way to the bathroom and clean myself up. That could have been so, so embarrassing. There's no way he would have let me live this down.

I toss my soiled boxers into the hamper and grab a fresh pair before sneaking back into bed. Instinctively he curls into me and sighs sweetly in his sleep.

Eight months. That's how long we've been married now. We had a simple wedding with our family and friends. Sometimes I can hardly believe that we made it to this point. We've been friends since high school, but thinking back it was always a little more than that.

We had those feelings for each other even though we never admitted it. Then we went to college. Phichit went to medical school while I went into business. It was hard being separated so we decided to share a unit. For the first year we remained friends but then slowly we started to act more and more like a couple until it finally became reality.

I was head over heels in love with him but I was also possessive and extremely jealous. That was our eventual downfall. He felt as if I didn't trust him and if I have to be completely honest, I would agree. That was then. He has my complete and total faith now.

Mostly because I am more secure in myself.  Back then I never felt like I measured up to him. I always felt one step behind and I was always scared that he'd find someone better. When I told him that years later he said I was stupid. I can't help but agree.