Best Defense

Welcome Home's.

...Sean Danial Warner POV's...

"I didn't think you'd melt on one kiss. If I had known, I would have kissed you since you first covered your tiny mouth." My god flirtatiously rubbed his red cheek. I knew he was embarrassed and I liked that because I realized the wife I loved had come back to me.

Franda looked down with hot cheeks. But I raised his chin with my thumb and swept a pinch of hair from his face. I was so happy that she believed in me and was willing to accept my adoration again until I wanted to hit her this very second. But that is true, considering his entire body always shrinks a hard romance. His gentle and longing attitude makes him more worthy to be judged.

A sexy, smooth hiss came out of her mouth as I played my thumb on her ear. "Sean," her eyes dropped glancing at my lips, then returned to my pair of eyes that were looking at her deeply. "I miss you." I know he wants me. He rubbed my chest with one hand and I growled as his fingers teased the top of my chest.

I felt hot and hard because of his temptation. For God's sake, if his body wasn't that weak, I would definitely lock him in the room all day and make him scream deliciously while I stomp him out loud. "Franda," I said half growling. "I really want to light a fire that can burn you. But now, give your body time to rest until you're ready to take my attack."

My eyes look deeper into his eyes. "Can you be patient, Franda?"

Franda bit my lip in a way that drove me crazy. Heads cupped. "I'll recuperate quickly so you can enjoy your paradise."

My mouth's curved. "But for a welcome, you don't need a lot of energy, baby." I kissed her full and sweet lips harshly.

Franda gasped and sighed. Chests puffing. His hand clawed at my innocent shoulder. I held her lips until she cried, until she took a breath and wanted my mouth again. I gave it to Franda. It didn't stop until he finally trembled to smirk his face into mine. "Ah... Sean.." he erred, illuminating the night and the dark space in my heart.

I blinked and rubbed his cheeks. "Again, Franda?"

Franda couldn't stand it. Franda wants me. Franda kissed me wildly and fragile.

I lowered my hand from his face to grab the blanket and touch the part between his thighs. Franda groaned inside my mouth while her hips moved wildly saying she wanted more.

My hand crept into her underwear and touched her throbbing self and I was sure it was red. Then his hand squeezed my neck and I smiled with satisfaction in his mouth.

My hand rubbed it gently, awakening the turmoil within him that had been suspended from the air. Makes her moan and scream in my mouth that won't let go. There was nothing more I wanted to do than comfort his passion which was beset by a longing for satisfaction. "Enjoy my welcome, baby. Let go of your thirst." Franda was closed and grinned her face at my neck. He bit me while my fingers moved wildly torturing his wet, throbbing body with pleasure.

I moved my mischievous finger to enter it, going in and out of it as my eyes looked at him and smiled triumphantly. "I'll always cheer you up like this, baby. You'll feel my passion burning through your body until you melt and can't leave me. I will hold you captive with all my body that is always hot and hard. You're in the right place, Franda, you're living in heaven."

"Welcome home, baby." I said to pull my hand from her and licked my finger to sip on her incredible sense of body. A feeling that makes me unable to think sanely.

He's still cramped and shaky. His grip on my neck slowly loosened as his body stopped trembling.

My eyes continued to look in amazement at the beautiful woman who had hypnotized me with her smile all those years ago. Imagining how much time I spent getting it was not easy. I must be willing to fight desperately to make it melt and scatter at me. And now I'm proud and grateful that he's still next to me. I wish I'd seen it until the last second my eyes closed and didn't open again. Everything I want and need is in her fragile and caring self.

My beloved wife opened her eyes and when we met her gaze, her face reverberated red. "You're an asshole, Sean." He told me, but I'm not offended. Because I knew he was listening to me in a different way. When other women thanked him with soft and melodious language, Franda would just say harsh words. He did not hesitate to curse me when I managed to comfort his fragile and weak self.

"Don't think I'll leave you again. Or I'll break your right leg too so you can't walk forever." I threatened. But he's not afraid. He laughed and kissed my lips.

After our kiss came off, she opened her mouth and spoke. "I don't seem to mind that. It must be fun." she said flirtatiously and then laughed again. Wider and detached.

I'm really happy to see him like this again. Back to being my strong and tough woman. My woman who is always cheerful and entertains me with her temptations that sometimes do not match her, but instead looks funny and adorable to make me more crazy about her.

Franda was never anyone else. She always graced me with herself who sometimes looked strong but was never shy to be spoiled to me. She could be my friend, lover, mother, or even my daughter when she whines at me. He never hid his passion from me, even shamelessly attacking me with his small body. Franda will incarnate wildly and insatiable every time we express love with our longing bodies. For God's sake, she's the best woman on earth.

"Come, I'll help you take a shower." I raised her body that felt lighter than a few months ago. He tried to resist because he didn't want me to pity him, but I didn't care. I kept him in my arms and he could only give up.

I really bathed him. Rubbing his entire body gently while sometimes rubbing his left leg which has begun to improve. My heart breaks again to imagine how much Franda has suffered over the past few months. The pain in his body had already tortured him, plus his heart was broken with the departure of our baby who was in his womb. It's not wrong that he suffered more than me.

I only saw her in pain while she felt it until her too tender heart could not forgive itself. Every day I learn something from Franda, and today I realize that sometimes love forces us to choose to suffer while watching our loved ones live happily. Even though we really deserve and deserve to fight to be loved more deeply.

I had just put on her dress and was about to take her down for breakfast, but she held my hand. "I don't want to see Mom and Mia" she said as she looked at me. I could see the sadness in her eyes that was starting to water.

I gently clasped his hands and knelt at the bedside. I looked up to look into his eyes. "It's okay, honey. They miss you so much. Believe me, no one loves you. Mother, Mia, Edward, and the workers though, they all love you. Come on. We gotta get down. It's time you got back to life."

Without waiting for her answer, I lifted her body and brought her down while she resigned herself and hid her face around my neck.