19. Chapter 19
Chapter 19
-Kace-
A nnabella wanted us to spend more time together to improve our marriage, but she was hesitant about introducing romance, fearing it might lead to more intimate things.
And it would, eventually, but breaking down my wife’s barriers was proving difficult. Yet I didn’t want any walls between us, and not even the documentary we were watching could distract me from how stunning she looked.
Her long red hair flowed freely, accentuated by a snug t-shirt paired with short shorts that highlighted her ample curves, and I couldn’t help but wonder what she looked like beneath the attire.
She was proving to be a significant distraction during the documentary, though I suspected she knew that would be the case. With such a captivating presence beside me, it was only natural to be drawn to her.
As I began to move my hand higher, she intercepted it and turned to face me.
“We are watching a movie,” she stated.
“You told me I would be bored out of my mind,” I reminded her. “I'm a bit bored, I must admit, but I think it is because I have something better at my side.”
She seemed surprised by my words, clearly not expecting to hear that, and I smiled at her, making sure she knew I was speaking the truth.
“What?” she asked.
I leaned closer to her, seeing how her eyes changed, shifting to my lips, and I knew she wanted more too.
“I said I have something better beside me. Something I would rather focus on,” I whispered.
“W-We are learning about each other,” she stammered.
“I told you, I can like documentaries, depending on what they are. This one is boring and doesn’t catch my interest. I'm not into gooey romances, but I do enjoy there being romance in the movie as part of the plot, but not the whole plot. I'm actually not the biggest fan of popcorn, but I do like that you brought chocolate to the table as well. Oh, and my wife looks very good tonight, and I would rather kiss her than focus on what is going on on the screen.”
I listed off everything I could think about in that moment that was relevant to learn about me in this situation, and Annabella’s eyes grew huge, surprised by my honesty. But it would speed up the process, and even though I could be patient in some cases, like work, I felt very impatient when it came to my wife. I wanted more of her.
“Your turn,” I urged.
“I… I…”She was not sure what to tell me, and so I reached out, bringing her closer to me, pressing my lips against hers, and distracting her instead.
She moaned softly and responded to me immediately. I gently pushed her backward until she reclined on the couch. Climbing higher up her body, I settled between her legs, and we both sighed contentedly as I found the perfect position.
God, this feels incredible , I thought. Had it really been that long since I’d had sex? But I had started finding it mundane after I had recovered. However, now, nestled between my wife’s legs, I felt an overwhelming pleasure. I grew hard, making sure she could feel it.
She needed to know how crazy she drove me with her sweet sounds and responsive behavior. She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me closer, as I deepened the kiss and began sliding my lips down her neck.
My hand moved lower, finding her breast and giving it a gentle squeeze before slipping under her thin crop top, moving up to touch the skin not hidden by her bra.
She moaned again, panting in my ear, and I felt my cock throb, desperate to be inside her or just touched by her. How could it feel this good? How was I enjoying this so much?
I couldn’t remember ever losing control like this. I always maintained some level of restraint, but now I wanted her shorts off and gone, so I could push my pants lower before sliding inside her, filling her body for the first time and ensuring she enjoyed it as much as I did.
What was happening to me? But before I could continue, Annabella gently pushed me back, looking at me with a scolding expression.
“We were watching something,” she reminded me.
I smiled a little. “I think we are spending our time much better now.”
“I think we should continue to watch.”
I looked at her skeptically because my wife’s cheeks were red and her lips were a little swollen.
“Or you could slip out of those shorts and let me see you?” I suggested.
“What?” she exclaimed.
I smiled, seeing the shocked expression on her face. “Why not? I could see just how wet I make my wife.”
I had already learned that Annabella enjoyed dirty talk, but she was being more cautious with me now. I suspected it was because she was also a bit taken aback by just how much she desired me.
“No,” she said, and she slipped away from me. “I'm not getting naked in front of you now. We have only just begun working on this marriage.”
“I’m just saying the offer stands, or if you want me naked.”
She looked at me with interest in her eyes, and I knew she would love to see me without clothes. I wanted her hands on me too, but she wasn’t quite ready yet.
She looked away, focusing on the documentary, and I sat up again, though I kept glancing at her, wanting her. It was intriguing to suddenly find myself pining after my own wife.
Normally, I didn’t do much of the chasing, but Annabella and I hadn’t started our marriage like any of my previous relationships.
“I can feel your eyes on me,” she accused, turning her head.
“Well, maybe tell me something about you then,” I urged.
“What?”
I grabbed the remote and stopped the documentary, turning to her. “Yes, I told you about my interests. Now it’s your turn.”
She seemed surprised, but then she turned as well, leaning against the couch.
“I'm actually not the biggest fan of sweet romances either,” she admitted.
“Really?” I inquired.
“Yes.”
“But you seem like a hopeless romantic,” I pointed out.
“I am, but those movies just make me feel bad. Maybe because I knew my own romance tale would never come true,” she explained.
“So, what do you enjoy?”
“All sorts of things. I even like horror to a certain degree. If it becomes too much blood and splatter, I’m out,” she told me.
I enjoyed this, I realized, and I found myself desiring to know more. “What else do you like?”
“I like my job. I like to read. I like walks,” she listed.
“Walks?” I echoed.
“Yes, do you never walk just to walk?”
“No, not really,” I said. “And it definitely won’t change now.”
I glanced down at my legs, fully aware that I was feeding her a blatant lie. She blushed, looking away, before murmuring a small “sorry”.
“It’s fine,” I assured her.
“But you can still enjoy the outdoors,” she explained.
“Are you forgetting we are both hiding?”
“Right…”
“Unless you do want to face everyone else?” I asked.
She looked down and shook her head, but I hadn’t expected any other reaction. Discovering that she had been ridiculed for years without realizing it must have been a painful revelation.