The Calculator (COMPLETED)

When She Gets The Call-2

A/N:

Pardon this piece. I'm very rusty.

For Mommy Ann and Miss Leins.

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He pins her on the bed beneath him, kissing her mouth hard. She wraps her legs around his waist, rocking her hips, rubbing their sexes then moaning in his mouth at the feel of his clear wanting for her, rigid and fervent.

He slips his hand under her shirt and caresses her side just as his tongue rolls against hers, sharing one breath, never willing to let go.

When the need for air arises, he finally lets go of her mouth only to start a path of lingering kisses on her skin, along her jawline then down her slender neck to her delicate collarbone as his fingers find the hems of her tank top to raise and rid her off the intrusive fabric. She stops him.

He looks up to her face with hooded eyes, catching his breath, his body tingling with lust for his wife. "Bakit? What's wrong, Love?" He holds himself up on his elbows, panting and rests his forehead on hers.

Her mesmerizing eyes gaze at him with concern, with fear, brimming with tears. She manages a little smile and touches his cheek then sighs and shakes her head. "It won't be pretty." She knows her body is not the same as it used to. There are many unappealing changes that she's afraid won't be worthy of her handsome husband's touch.

He feels his chest tightening around his heart and a lump swelling in his throat. Her thoughts strike him like a hard blow to his stomach. She's still thinking about him, how to keep him happy and satisfied. After all the sacrifices and the pain she's gone through, she still has him first in her mind. How in the millions of wonders in the universe did he deserve this woman's love, he can never fathom. What he's sure of is that he always wants to love her back ten times more.

"Ssshhh..." He presses a gentle kiss on her forehead, her damp eyes, her little nose and her cheek. He smiles softly and cups her face, looking lovingly deep into eyes, before kissing her lips slowly.

As their lips leisurely knead the other and their tongues start a slow dance with each other, he pulls her shirt up. She holds him closer, willing her fears to go away. Her man loves her completely and she wants to believe that over all the troublesome thoughts that's been scaring her.

There lips part to let him pass the fabric over her head. With one more kiss on her lips, he lets his hand explore downwards, caressing her neck. He lets go of their kiss and slowly his eyes follow the path his palm and fingers are going.

He hears gasp as his fingers touch her rigid mounds, full and leaking of the white liquid that nourishes a little life who was born out of their love. His thumb rolls a nipple, bigger than it used to, letting the tiny mouth that feeds on it latch on easily. What could be more beautiful than the bosom that feeds his child?

She bites her lip, stifling a moan when his tongue replaces his fingers in stroking her pebbled tip. He gently sucks on one breast, slowly, adoringly, relishing the sweetness in them as his palm massages the other. As his hand continues its quest Southwards, he moves his mouth to her other mound, lavishly paying homage and kissing her fears away.

Once satisfied, his mouth leaves her chest and starts kissing down the dark line down her belly while his fingers caress, a few stretch marks that still managed to break through her skin despite all the preventive care that she did.

"Love..." She calls softly and strokes his hair but he ignores her faint protest as his exploration reaches the pouch on her abdomen that was once home to their son. His hands continue to worship her body and his lips continue to kiss her skin.

He crawls up again to look at her face, her eyes now devoid of fear and filled with gratitude. "You are beautiful. So perfect. I love you." He whispers and he caresses her cheek.

"Talaga? Hindi ka ba na-turn off?" She asks with a slight frown.

"Anong na-turn off? Anong-ano nga ako lalo." He grins.

She giggles because he didn't have to tell her. She feels it. His hard cock pushing and twitching against her belly, begging for her to bring him home. "I love you." She smiles and kisses his lips as she pulls him down to her then pushes their bodies to the side and rolls on top of him.

"Uy! Teka. Saan ka pupunta?" He pouts when she getss off him and runs to the bathroom.

"Sandali lang." She calls and returns just as quickly as she left, carrying a tube of lubricating jelly in her hand.

"Bakit yan?" He asks.

"I need this. For now." She smiles. She knows that as much as she wants to, her body is not ready to respond to her husband's ministrations as it used to. No matter how aroused she is, she's still dry down there.

She then pulls down her shorts and underwear making him groan and bite his lip in anticipation then rubs his hardness through the thin fabric of his shorts and boxers. "Uuungh... Tama na, Love, parang awa. Mababaliw na ako." He growls and quickly removes all his clothes in two seconds, his eager cock springing free from its constraints.

She chuckles and shakes her head. Her husband can be impatient sometimes. With a sultry smile, she climbs up the bed and straddles him. She puts a little lubricant on her palm and strokes his penis with it. She then rubs its tip along her slit and guides it to her entrance.

"Mmm... Shit..." He groans, his entire body burning with desire.

Then very slowly lowers her hips to take him in. She closes her eyes and bites her lip at the initial pain of having him for the first time again but she continues to move down, relaxing her tight walls to accommodate his girth and entire length. They both sigh in the pleasure of their reunion, flesh and soul, with him filling her to the brim and her gripping him tight.

Then they move, slow and calculating at first as she rocks her hips back and forth and he thrusts up and down, finding their rythm, remembering how their bodies used to dance to the eternal song of love. It only takes a few heartbeats for them to find it.

In smooth fluid movements, two bodies move as one, faster, deeper, in and out, chanting each other's name, filling the room with gratified moans and sighs. Their spirits soaring higher and higher until they reach their peaks at the same time, mouths open in silent screams, backs arched, fingers intertwined, hearts remarried to each other.

She collapses on top of him and he wraps her in his arms, stroking her hair, peppering soft kisses on her shoulders and whispering how much he loves her.