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Authors: Cerys du Lys
Tags: Contemporary Romance, romantic suspense, Erotic Romance, new adult romance, bad boy alpha male
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matter what you're doing, it's like all my dreams have come true all over again. It's real and you're real and it makes me happy. Just seeing you in our home, in my life, not necessarily doing anything special because you don't have to do anything to be special, is what makes me feel special."
I put my hands on his hips and pulled him closer to me, onto me. He came, moving at my guidance. One of his legs nestled between my thighs, and his other lay on the outer curve of my leg. I pulled at him, trying to move him up, and he inched and scooted upwards along my body until his knee pressed tight between my legs. I felt him there, his leg pushing mine apart slightly, pressing against my feminine core. It wasn't exactly sexual, or at least not yet, but it felt intimate and nice.
"Do you know how sweet you are?" I asked him.
"Is that a question I'm supposed to answer?" he asked with a grin.
"No," I said. "I want to answer it." I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight, nuzzling my cheek against his. "You're sweeter than anyone I've ever known, Asher. I really mean it. I've always thought that way, too, even before. I remember when I first met you, and... well, not exactly when I first met you."
I blushed for a second, thinking about that, but I forced myself to push through it and continue. "I remember thinking how considerate you were after that. I thought you'd be rude and overbearing, but you weren't. You were kind and generous and thoughtful. You gave me something that no one ever has, and it wasn't something I even knew existed before. I don't know what to call it exactly, but you gave me hope in a way. It's more complicated than that, though. It's..."
I wanted to explain it to him, but I just didn't know how. It felt strange not knowing, too. It was such a powerful thought and emotion, that I was certain there were specific words to describe it, but all of them eluded me at the moment.
"What were you hopeful for?" he asked.
"I don't know if that's the right word," I said, half mumbling. "It's just... I thought you'd be a really good father. I thought it was amazing that you really wanted to have children, too. I thought that if I could give that to you, even if it wasn't for me but only for you, then I would do anything to do that."
"Do you still think that?" he asked.
I nodded. Lifting my hips up slightly, I pressed the center of my body against his thigh. I moved like that, up and down, feeling him between my legs.
"I still want to," I said. "I want to give you children, but I want more now, Asher. I want to be your wife and your lover and the mother of your children. I want to be your friend. I know it doesn't make sense, because we're married, but... I want to be your mistress, too, kind of. I want to sneak around with you and have secret trysts, like we're hiding from someone, but then I want to be brazen and open and hold your hand in public, then kiss you passionately in front of everyone."
"That's a lot," he said, smiling.
"Is it too much?" I asked.
"No. It's never too much," he said.
We kissed again, but this time it was deeper, more intimate and close. I opened my mouth and so did he. The tips of our tongues met right between our lips, dancing and teasing at one another. I grabbed Asher's hips and grinded against his thigh. He pushed closer and harder against me. I could feel him, not just the strength of his arms and the power of his torso, but the hardness of his erection pressing against my lower stomach.
"Do you want to use my toy again?" I asked during a slight pause, our lips breaking away from each other. "I think I have more batteries."
"Just the toy?" he asked with a grin.
"Maybe more..." I said slowly, teasing him. "I want you to see me like that, though. I want you to make me cum with the toy, until you can't take it anymore, and you... you just have to..." I let that idea linger between us, unspoken
I put my hands on his hips and pulled him closer to me, onto me. He came, moving at my guidance. One of his legs nestled between my thighs, and his other lay on the outer curve of my leg. I pulled at him, trying to move him up, and he inched and scooted upwards along my body until his knee pressed tight between my legs. I felt him there, his leg pushing mine apart slightly, pressing against my feminine core. It wasn't exactly sexual, or at least not yet, but it felt intimate and nice.
"Do you know how sweet you are?" I asked him.
"Is that a question I'm supposed to answer?" he asked with a grin.
"No," I said. "I want to answer it." I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight, nuzzling my cheek against his. "You're sweeter than anyone I've ever known, Asher. I really mean it. I've always thought that way, too, even before. I remember when I first met you, and... well, not exactly when I first met you."
I blushed for a second, thinking about that, but I forced myself to push through it and continue. "I remember thinking how considerate you were after that. I thought you'd be rude and overbearing, but you weren't. You were kind and generous and thoughtful. You gave me something that no one ever has, and it wasn't something I even knew existed before. I don't know what to call it exactly, but you gave me hope in a way. It's more complicated than that, though. It's..."
I wanted to explain it to him, but I just didn't know how. It felt strange not knowing, too. It was such a powerful thought and emotion, that I was certain there were specific words to describe it, but all of them eluded me at the moment.
"What were you hopeful for?" he asked.
"I don't know if that's the right word," I said, half mumbling. "It's just... I thought you'd be a really good father. I thought it was amazing that you really wanted to have children, too. I thought that if I could give that to you, even if it wasn't for me but only for you, then I would do anything to do that."
"Do you still think that?" he asked.
I nodded. Lifting my hips up slightly, I pressed the center of my body against his thigh. I moved like that, up and down, feeling him between my legs.
"I still want to," I said. "I want to give you children, but I want more now, Asher. I want to be your wife and your lover and the mother of your children. I want to be your friend. I know it doesn't make sense, because we're married, but... I want to be your mistress, too, kind of. I want to sneak around with you and have secret trysts, like we're hiding from someone, but then I want to be brazen and open and hold your hand in public, then kiss you passionately in front of everyone."
"That's a lot," he said, smiling.
"Is it too much?" I asked.
"No. It's never too much," he said.
We kissed again, but this time it was deeper, more intimate and close. I opened my mouth and so did he. The tips of our tongues met right between our lips, dancing and teasing at one another. I grabbed Asher's hips and grinded against his thigh. He pushed closer and harder against me. I could feel him, not just the strength of his arms and the power of his torso, but the hardness of his erection pressing against my lower stomach.
"Do you want to use my toy again?" I asked during a slight pause, our lips breaking away from each other. "I think I have more batteries."
"Just the toy?" he asked with a grin.
"Maybe more..." I said slowly, teasing him. "I want you to see me like that, though. I want you to make me cum with the toy, until you can't take it anymore, and you... you just have to..." I let that idea linger between us, unspoken
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