compilation of them ...(3)

this part gets a bit interesting....

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She was in the kitchen when he woke up, he got used to this routine. It was the weekend but that didn’t stop her from waking up early to get breakfast ready.

He slid his arms around her waist hugging her back side as his kissed her nape. He lingered longer than usual, knowing it’s as far as they’d go. Yes, he wanted her but. He sighed

“what’s wrong?”

“I want you” he whispered apologetically.

She pulled herself away kind of freaked out, wanting to move away, to escape. He usually would allow her to but this time he didn’t want to. They owed each other at least a conversation, he couldn’t be that delusional about what he believes they both obviously feel. He grabbed her wrist stopping her.

“why do you run away from this?”

“because you’re my best friend…” she spoke not looking at him.

Something about the way she said it made him just not care about the consequences. He pulled and pinned her against the wall holding both her wrist above her head. He leaned in closing his eyes placing his forehead on hers.

“but im also your husband”

He opened his eye staring at her frightened ones.

“im your husband” he repeated almost to assure and admit it to himself.

He let go of her wrist holding her face instead and kissed her. Her arms just fell back to her side, as she tried to comprehend. That’s when she felt the urgency, the passion, the need in the way he held her, in the way he kissed her. She realized that he not only mirrored but expressed the feeling she was afraid to show.

Her hands found their way holding onto his, giving him reassurance that this is what she wants, before her fingers found their way in the entanglement of his hair.

He kissed her even more deeply pushing up against her wanting to feel all of her. Her arms looped around his shoulders putting her weight there before she lifted her legs having them secure around his waist pulling him into her. He could feel her free breasts against his chest through their shirts, he sucked her lower lips, biting ever so slightly before going back to just kissing her. That made her moan. She pulled her face away from his, her moan wasn’t what surprised her and made her stop, it was him going harder than he already was. That’s when she knew.

Loosening her limbs from around him. She held his hand and pulled him towards their bedroom. Breaking the silence was their heavy breathing and the sound of their barefoot against the cold floor.