“Have you done it?” He asks impressed, “baby, have you done this?”
I approach him and hug him, “yes darling, it was on this that I worked days and night,” I smile looking at the huge painting in front of us, in which we are drawn, my brunette with our son in his arms and I with my belly already noticeable, “it is hyperrealism, a lot of time and dedication, But it has been beautiful, I did it exclusively for you, every time you are working when you look ahead you see us that happy. When the girls are born I will make you another one, do you like it?” I don't realize when my man already has me sitting at his table devouring my mouth and straining his hands under my dress.
“You don't know how in love you have me, you are and will be the only one who knows how to win me over and reach my cold and bitter heart,” hearing the fabric of my panties ripping makes me gasp, “I will make love to you so passionate that you will not want me to leave. You will never, the intensity with which I will make love to you on my desk will leave you shaking for three days, you will not even want to walk because the touch of your legs will lead you to recreate this moment and that will lead you to an instant orgasm,” he gets rid of his clothes quickly with my help, his words did his job, they have turned me on like never before.
“Do the usual my love, keep every word you have said to me,” my breathing is agitated, heavy and between cuts, when he is naked and with his big thick and hard erection he comes closer to me just to kiss me with all that passion that we wake up in each other, my hands go directly to his broad back to caress that soft skin that my brunette has. The dress is nothing more than a torn and useless fabric, my man destroys it for his pleasure.
“You're fucking perfect,” he growls admiring my body when he gets rid of the pieces of cloth, “just feeling your smell makes me so hot that it causes me to fuck you until I'm exhausted and with my cock hurting because of how tight you are,” my humidity increases, Kahin didn’t stop caressing my skin, “licking that wet pussy is the best there is to savor and delight, touching those rock-hard nipples is the best there is to feel, listening to those moans ... Yes those,” he says when he hears me moan for the wonder of what he does with his fingers on my clitoris and on my nipples, “it's the best thing there is to be in a state of ecstasy that only comes out making you reach orgasm over and over again until you are not able to reach orgasm once more.” His kisses on my neck move me to pleasure, my hands cling to his cock, massaging it to wake him up and make him more desirous of me.
“Every word that comes out of your mouth is an auditory orgasm that I have,” I can't stop caressing him while he fills my body with his caresses and his mouth, “aaaahhh I love that you talk to me while you do everything that comes out of your mouth. It is fascinating to have a man who gasps, moans and shows me the pleasure I am giving him,” I hear him moan. We are playing, we are warming up and that game in us is very dangerous.
“Fuck Sweet I love it when you start this juice where we are so complicit, come baby, hold on to me,” I hug him and I feel how his greatness is making its way into my cavity, it is expanding and adapting perfectly to him.
“Aaaahhh,” a great moan comes from me.
“Only half goes darling. Are you okay?” Desiring and wanting to feel him in the depths of me, I nod as I kiss him.
“Sink everything, I want to feel like that for at least a few seconds,” I look into his eyes, “I promise that if it makes me very uncomfortable I will tell you right away,” I feel my husband tremble in my arms.
“Every time you ask me for more, you make me lose control,” he said this as he sinks with a push which I enjoy with a scream, he gasps in front of my face releasing his breath, “I want to eat jam on your body, hold on tight, this time the kitchen will witness your screams and my grunts,” take the intercom to listen to our son if he wakes up, with me on top and completely sunk in me, he goes to the kitchen, moves my hips and this cannot be more delicious.
"Will you put whipping cream on my sex and eat it?" His erection jerks as he sags again.
“Not just whipped cream, I'll cover your body with liquid chocolate and I'm going to enjoy that,” my man does what he says, he covers my body with everything he can and he delights enjoying all that just like I enjoy him.
“Yes, yes, darling I want more,” my man has me embedded against the island giving me as hard as he allows, “I want harder, you don't hurt me,” he doesn't, he doesn't put it all in, he can't give it any harder than there, he's afraid to hurt me.
“That's how you're enjoying it, feel your body convulse for me, feel how your legs are wet from the orgasms you've had,” his hoarse voice is erotic and he speaks in my ear, “listen to yourself, listen to how you moan, scream and pronounce my name every time I take you to heaven,” he slaps me hard. “Do you remember the first time we did it here?” My memory goes back and I remember it very well.
“That day it hurt as much as it is hurting now for so much aaahhhh sex ... Sex,” he increases his thrusts.
“Exactly, and you enjoyed that pain as much as you are enjoying it now,” I feel that he gives three more shoves and staying inside me brings me to orgasm and he ejaculates at the same time as me, he holds me firmly because my legs are no longer useful. I don't feel them and I just shake and moan like crazy while my man kisses my neck full of sweat.
“I think ... I think I'm going to pass out Kahin,” I try to get up and take control of my body but I can't.
“Breathe Sweet, you must recover baby, I must stop fucking you for so many hours in a row,” he comes out of me and turns me carefully without letting go, I hug him so as not to fall. “Heart?” He asks cuddly, the night everything was cleared up, I couldn't help but tell him a little more and I lost my heart.
"Won!" I reply, looking into his eyes.
A love that was given little by little but with great intensity, problems that were resolved progressively, a home that was seen to falter on more than one occasion is the proof that for love of oneself and for love of others one fights, bear it and not laughing.