His Wife

Chapter 4

It was not going to be easy being around Leslie. I wanted my wife in ways that our arrangement did not offer.

I made her my wife first and foremost because I was going to be the damn best father to my child. I would not be on the outside looking in.

My role in my child's life would be set on a standard where I could stand with him and his mother in the foundation that was quickly being lacking in our society.

He would not suffer from doubts and insecurity caused by my lack of providing for his emotional and mental wellbeing. I would not be the father that catered only to financial stability.

I also did not want Leslie to suffer from that one night I was not able to control my need for her. That one night I was too weak to hold onto my desire we made a baby that she nor I planned for, but I was not going to run away from my responsibility to do right by them.

I also strive to do my best not to disappoint my mother. I had watched Mama suffer out of the choices that my very own father had made and no woman deserved to be burdened by another's selfish need.

I took a discreet look at Leslie and realized that she had drifted off to sleep. Her soft straight face looked so childlike as it was relaxed in sleep. I felt a fierce need to protect her and it surprised me how within a night she had taken from me what many had failed to do in a lifetime.

That very need to protect and care for her had led me to reach across for her that night she had sat shivering in the passenger seat of my car. I had then only wanted to ensure that she was ok.

The memories that assailed me of that night were as vivid as they were the night it happened or the many times it played over and over in my mind's eye.

The kiss was to distract her and set her body warming up. It was an attempt to fight off the shivers but instead, I had ignited within me the fire with the sparks that were already there and the flames lept at us like wildfire.

I knew I should stop and I would have if she had not clung to me and I felt the soft contours of her breasts and the naked slender outline of the rest of her.

She offered no resistance and I took it. This was what I wanted to do and I doubted if I could turn back if I even tried. I hastily undress as I placed kisses over her lovely face. I wanted out of these wet clothes so that I could feel her body against mine.

I like the fact that with nervous attempts she made to help me. There was one moment of hesitation as both our hands found the buckle of my belt but hesitation gave way to persistence when her hand accidentally brushed against the hardness beneath my pants.

Somehow undressing should have been clumsy and uncomfortable, but everything was so in sync. This caused me to have no doubt that this moment was ordained. This was destiny.

I pushed my boxers and pants down in one swoop, then pulled her closer to me as I nestled myself in the driver's seat and made her straddle my hips. When she shivered this time it was from trembling desire.

I wanted to tell her that it was ok for her to stop, that this was not supposed to happen but when her woman's heat rested above my ready and willing member I lost all sensibility.

We kissed, touched, and kissed some more. I knew she was very much ready when her hips began to rock back and forth. There was no turning back now.

When I positioned her and claimed what I so wanted I knew that this night would change my world forever. I had to fight myself from claiming her with the hunger that drove me. I also wanted to savor every detail so I pushed my t-shirt over her head and feasted upon her body in the dimness of the car light.

I appreciated her small but pert breasts with my mouth and tongue, I delighted in the delicate warm cavern of her womanhood and the beauty of her. Nothing could compare to the splendid rapture of that special night.

I could not help but marvel at how hot and wet she was or how her center accommodated me like a well-fitted glove. It was like she was made for me. I liked the way she moaned as I thrust my hard shaft into her and took from her a pleasure that took my breath away.

I was lost in the way she rode me as I plunged into her slender body, it was a delight and an immense pleasure to be with her like this. I watched her take what I took from her. She offered as I gave.

I felt my release shot into her as she exploded with me, a shivering that had nothing to do with her being cold surge through her as she slumped against me. I hugged her to me surprisingly content with what we had just shared considering we were pretty much still strangers, and all the wrongs felt so right.

Leslie Myers that's who she is now. My wife, the mother of my unborn child, and the woman that I hungered for. I feared however due to that uncontrollable hunger I have for her I need to get bigger pants as I would be walking around with a telltale bulge for a long time.

This was a funny case of seriousness. I could get any woman I wanted just by my looks, not to mention my money and station in society and yet here I am planning to take a very cold shower or even resorting to masturbating if the prior did not ease my predicament.

I had two back-to-back meetings scheduled to begin in the next hour and there was no way I could turn up in such a condition. I believe there are to be many cold, cold showers for me as I knew well enough that Leslie Myers was all the woman I needed.

We were now at the private villa where we would be staying and I quietly just sat there and drank in my sleeping beauty. I loved the way her small hands were nestled protectively against her stomach; a sign of protection for the precious gift within. This woman was a gem and I had to find a way to have her again. I needed her that much.

I felt the surge of deeper feelings I didn't want to acknowledge in the fear that if I should I would not be able to fight them. I only knew that I had to get Leslie in my bed and make slow sweet passionate love to her.

If I should have her again the need would subside and things would go back to normal.

I wished to God this was true.

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So as we see Daniel is under love's spell. What one touch can do? It makes you think another touch will break the spell.😂

Do you believe this to be true? Or once such a spell is cast it cannot be broken...?

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