I watched him for a minute before he looked up. He grinned, after which he groaned, and commenced to fuck me a bit harder. He held my gaze as he did and grade by grade his expression became darkish and lusty. He adjusted his stance barely and commenced to fill me harder, his hips slapping against my ass as he buried himself inside me again and again.
When he spoke, it changed into a low voice, totally in French, and too short for me to recognize it all. I stuck some words, maximum of them filthy, thrilled to know he was so turned on that he barely knew what he was doing. Watching him, my arousal surged and I longed to attain between my legs, to touch my tensed clit, to get myself in the direction of orgasm, however, he was thrusting harder, and I could not move my hands without losing my balance.
So I leaned into Raymond's thrusting hips, letting him pleasure himself with my soaking pussy. I could feel his thrusts getting greater excessive, and his fingers
Raymond flopped beside me, breathless and his face blotchy and pink. He then reached for me, however, weakly like he had no strength left, and I shifted so he could slip his arm below my neck. "Ohhh," He stated in a shaky voice. "Ohh Venessa, my love." I laid an arm across heaving chest and watched him as he tried to recover. "I love you, a lot. "I felt so satisfied staying next to him, with the sticky warm temperature of his body pressed against mine, so intimate. I kept rolling his words in my head from earlier, thrilled that he desired to be with me, knowing that he meant it.We laid in silence for a very long time. It was so that I thought he'd fallen asleep, however after I lifted my head, I saw he was wide awake, too. I propped myself up on my elbow so I could look at him very well.Raymond turned his head and gave me the sleepiest, most sexist smile, but he didn't speak. He simply watched me even as I traced a finger over his face, playing al
The drama unfolded between me and my husband coupled with our misunderstandings as we just got married."Goal..." Martin cried out in euphoria."Gosh... you frightened me." I stood up, presiding to the kitchen."It's the game
He doesn't listen to me, I guess bad communications make love die and I don't want that."Honey am off to the supermarket."Martin came out of the restroom and wrapped his arm around my waist. "Am sorry for the way I spoke to you yesterday.""I forgive you, am sorry too."I was caug
The rain poured heavily.Martin drank another bottle of wine, soliloquizing, "She doesn't need me as a husband. I am doing my best to fulfil her needs and I need to be appreciated for my effort. I bought her tv and cable and I can give her more but she doesn't
I felt the need to tell him that I didn't like the outfit combination for work but I was scared of how I should sound because I didn't want him to get angry, or defensive or just ignore me.I promised myself that I will never offer criticism or advice unless he asks
Martins pulled away for days and I observed he felt a strong desire to be close. He felt his passionate longing for love. Just like a stretched rubber, he came back to me.It's 6 am and a day off for Martin. "I can't live without you." He soliloq
"What says the time honey..."Martin checked on his watch and answered. "8 am sharp."I took in a deep breath. "We have the day all to ourselves. So... what's next? Honey, what's next?""I don't know, I mean, I have no idea of what's next?""Okay how about I ask you questions and you answer, you can ask me questions and I'll answer, how about that?""It's great.""So here's my first question, what do you think you can give me at this moment?""I don't know, you tell me.""Don't get me angry, I need an answer to my question and I don't know doesn't count.""I said I don't know."I shot the gun on his finger as he yelped in pain."This is what happens when you don't give me a good reply to my questions. Uh... are you still crying honey, am sorry." A smirk plastered on my face. "You're a real man, real men don't cry, but your crying like a baby." I laughed hysterically."You find this funny. You find your madness f
"What do you think was wrong with our relationship?" I asked."I was typically giving in our relationship what I want while you were giving what you want.""So who is to be blamed then, nobody right?""Yeah, nobody.""Can we start over then?""You shot my finger but starting over would be great."We both laughed."Am sorry, I just had to make you understand." I placed the gun on the ground."So that's why you put on this act.""Yeah, but I was hurt. I felt I give but do not get back.""I felt that way too.""I felt more like my love is unacknowledged and unappreciated.""Don't get me wrong, we were both giving love but not in the desired manner. I was very angry with you, I was annoyed when you asked lots of caring questions or when you expressed concern. I felt controlled and I wanted space.""You know, if I was offered that kind of support I would be appreciative. It was confusing for me back then.