Best Defense

My husband!

I woke up for the second time this afternoon. My hand grabbed the bed by my side, looking for Sean. Blank. I heard the sound of water gurgling from inside the bathroom, ah, my husband is taking a bath. I imagined how lucky the water that got the chance to caress her burly body, the shadow was able to make me feel the turmoil of pleasure that had not completely disappeared from the sidelines of my thighs.

Ah, Sean. I don't know what words are appropriate to describe him, the warmth he gave me really dazed me in an instant. I rippled when I heard the sound of the bathroom door being opened, my throat choked at the sexiest sight in my entire life. I've seen this a lot before, but somehow this time it feels different, it feels so.

My husband walked gracefully, slipping a smile from his sweet lips, his still-wet muscular chest looking tantalizing, it felt like I still wanted to repeat our intoxicating activities. Repeating the times I groaned and groaned under his masculine control.

"Are you starting to stare at me now?" Sean teased with a blink of his eye. His hands nimbly dried his black and fine hair. Sean came closer, anchoring a warm kiss to me. I reflexively closed my eyes, receiving warmth from her lips.

I moved, resting on my knees in bed, I let the blanket down and showed my innocent body. I cupped his two sturdy arms together, I observed his perfectly sculpted body. So loud and hot, "I feel the loss of having wasted the opportunity to receive the pleasure you gave me. It's stupid that I rejected your thrilling charm, Sean.." My hand went up to his shoulder, hitchhiking there as my eyes watched his handsome face, "You really shook me, Sean..."

Sean, my mighty husband cupped my small face in his big hand, looking me deeply with his eyes as blue as the ocean, deep and warm, "Can you repeat that? I didn't hear it very well because your body was so delicious, distracting me from anything..." I met, embarrassed, repeated it again when I realized it was not easy. But I have to please him, return the balance for every touch that catapults me.

I took a breath, looking for support to say, "Sean, thank you for loving me, you made me the luckiest woman on earth, there's nothing you deserve but to give you the same thing. I love you, Sean. I love you, my husband. I love the handsome man standing in front of me now. With all my heart, really, I love you." I honestly express my feelings. I realized the obvious fact before my eyes, that the man who was my husband had already gotten me.

Sean with all his domineering appeal, made me stray, stammering with my own stance that rejected the presence of a man. The sincerity and warmth she showed managed to captivate me, especially the smile from her lips that always felt sweet. "I'd rather get you, Franda. From the time I believed there was nothing in vain as long as I fought earnestly, I worked hard to keep myself grounded so that you would accept me. Your incredible figure bewitched me 16 years ago. I can't forget your smile the day I saw you first, you burned my lost spirit..."

Sean tidied up the haircut that stuck to my face behind my ears, his big thumb rubbing my cheek gently, he said, I even closed and bit my lips to enjoy his mouthfuls of increasing pleasure when combined with the roar of his breath that swept across my skin, "Thank you for giving me the chance to make you happy." I was trapped in her warm body. Crazy one! I'm really crazy about him.

The flower garden in my heart is blooming again, the fields that were once arid due to the long drought are now greening again, featuring grass dancing in the direction of the wind. I'm like an oasis in the middle of an arid desert. Living and growing alone. Stranger yet happy, indifferent to the aridity that surrounds. That's as happy as my heart, that's the satisfaction I get. I prepared to welcome a more promising day, lunging at me with all the beauty in it.

My lips continued to expand, my happy mood could not hide, I continued to stir, bringing my happiness wherever my feet went. Sean came into the room with a tray full of food just as I was coming out of the bathroom. I looked at my lovely husband again, Oh my God, my husband! "Quick put on your clothes, dear.." I was trembling at his call, oh, my God...

I whipped her arms, showering her lips with kisses, not caring about the tray that was about to fall, "Call me like that again." I asked, begging her to call me that sweet.

"Darling?" I laughed looking at her confused face, then quickly nodded.

"Yes, like that. Again!"

Sean tidied up the empty soup bowl and put it back on the tray, his big, strong hands looking strange upon coming into contact with the objects. My eyes were ceaselessly staring in amazement at him, his every move inviting passionate desire. I regret never looking at her this intimate, my foolishness in overcoming my own feelings ended in regretting how much time I had missed to accept her love.

"Come, prepare... There was something I wanted to show you," Sean reached out his hand, my forehead wrinkled at the meaning of his words. "No need to guess, you'll see it soon. Come on!" I smiled amusedly, Sean can really read my mind.

"Are you a psychic?" I chuckled, what a vain and stupid question.

"Yes, I'm good at reading your mind." - Sean was flirtatious, his charming smile almost made me die out of breath.

I'm so crazy about her, my brain can't even think of a reason why I've been hurting on her overnight, my feelings changed entirely. Sean shook my whole heart, destroying the fear and worry that had been covering me. His compassionate treatment of adoring me defeated me, I fell down on him. In fact, I was willing to kneel down and beg my husband to give me his deadly touch.

Sean is the original form of satisfaction, every side of his body has a sensual appeal, his movements invite desire, making any woman willing to scatter and beg for his mercy for the hot bed service. I've never been this crazy, never this hungry and this thirsty. Wanting something again and again, as if afraid I can't enjoy it any other day.

I've loved someone deeply and truly, but never felt such a foreign sensation as I did with Sean all night yesterday and into this afternoon. Never felt so adored and respected. Now I realize the love I had done before was not because of a deep feeling, but an urgent need. Desire that sues me not out of love, but rather *****.

Sean showed me the other side of intimacy, taking me to enjoy the warmth in the right way, showing love through touch. My marriage with her was challenging, the first night we spent late caressing each other, indulging, and venting all our feelings.

"You ready?"

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