17. Masaccio
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Masaccio
T he tears staining her face are flooding me with guilt.
Her words at the dinner table bit into me like fangs that sank right to my bones. They hurt.
And the reason they hurt so much is that they were all true.
I pushed her away.
I wanted her to leave.
I wanted nothing to do with her when she first arrived here, and I made it clear to her how I felt.
Seeing how badly it affected her though - that is eating away at me. I just didn’t think about that part - I didn’t think about how she would feel.
She lashes out, trying to free her wrists. I grip tighter.
“I left my home for you. I came here to live in your house, and I have never once felt welcome.” She screams. I clench my jaw shut.
“I was happy at home. I was happy with my life. Now its all been taken away from me and I am stuck living with a cold, heartless asshole who doesn’t even want me.” She’s sobbing now and collapsing against me, unable to stand anymore.
I grab her around the waist and pull her against my body.
Anger surges inside me. Anger at myself. Not her.
I grab her jaw and force her face up towards mine.
“Leora.” But I don’t know what to say. Her eyes are so wide, so innocent, so full of pain. All she wanted was me -
I press my lips against hers, the heat of her skin against mine is all I want to feel right now.
She gasps and tries to pull away, but I grab a handful of her long hair and force her not to move.
I kiss her deeper, more fiercely and feel her give in. Her hands drift up my back and her breathing changes.
My cock is so hard it hurts.
I have never been so turned on in my life.
I step forward, forcing her closer to the bed, then I grab her waist and spin her around, tugging at her jeans and pushing them down her long legs.
She kicks them off.
I grab her top and pull it over her head, leaving her naked. My hands roam around the front of her body, her back pressed against my chest as I cup her ample breasts, playing with her nipples. Pressing my cock against her ass cheeks.
“Wait,” she whispers.
I won’t wait.
I push her forward, bending her over the bed, kicking my feet against hers to spread her legs wide. Then I pull my own pants open and free my cock.
She tries to turn around to face me and I grab her hair again.
“Don’t move.” I growl. She arches her back and grips the blankets as she leans forward.
I let her hair go and kneel down behind her, licking my tongue over her tight pink pussy and across her ass.
She shudders with pleasure and deepens the arch of her back - pushing her pussy towards me.
I dip my tongue inside her as I spread her cheeks apart, rocking my face back and forth I fuck her with my tongue, and she moans.
She tastes incredible. I want to lick up every drop of her.
When her legs shake and her moans are getting louder, I stop and stand up, positioning myself behind her.
I rub my cock over her pussy, feeling her warmth - then I thrust into her. So hard she falls forward onto the bed. I move with her, lying on top of her as her face is pressed into the mattress. I keep thrusting hard into her, spreading her legs wide and fucking her from behind. She cries out with each deep thrust of my cock, pushing so hard inside her I can feel her pussy clamping over me.
I wrap my hand around her throat and lift her head up, forcing her to arch her back again because it looks so fucking hot.
Her entire body is shaking as I fuck her faster and faster.
I slip my hand around the front of her body and press my fingers against her clit, rubbing in fast circles as I continue to fuck her with my cock.
She screams, and I feel her pussy suck me deep inside her.
As her orgasm pulses over my cock, I go rigid and explode inside her.
Collapsing on top of her I fight to catch my breath.
Fuck.
She is perfect.
She wiggles a little, letting me know I’m too heavy for her.
I chuckle and roll off, pulling her with me, I wrap my arm around her.
I think I’ve made it clear that I want her around now.
I think she must have got the message.
But she sighs, sharp and short.
“Please get out.” She says, cold and calm.
“What?”
“You can go now - to your own bedroom. I am going to shower and get ready for bed.”
“But - don’t you want to—”
“No. You can go.”
Her coldness is such a shock to me that for a moment I don’t respond at all. I feel frozen in place, confused and rejected.
When she pushes away from me and climbs off the bed, walking towards her bathroom, I sit up, shift to the edge of her bed and get off it.
I can’t believe she didn’t even want to lie there with me for a moment and just cuddle.
I glance towards the bathroom, but the shower is already running.
Walking back to my room I feel so empty. Rejected.
I feel like shit because tonight made me realize something that I have been denying this entire time.
I like my wife.
She’s funny, caring, enthusiastic about little things - she brightens up my day - well she used to - until I fucked everything up by being a total fucking asshole.
I flop down onto my bed. I don’t even have the energy to shower right now I feel so heavy with regret. I’m not used to all these emotions. I don’t understand what they mean.
Lying on my bed staring up at the ceiling I try to think of ways to make it up to her - to make her see I was wrong. That I really want her around.
I’ve done some serious damage to our relationship. I can’t blame her for being upset with me.
The last time I saw smile was the night she gave me that gift - fuck - that gift. I didn’t even open it.
I stand up and rush to my dresser, pulling open the bottom draw and finding the box upside down near the back. I remember I just tossed it in there as thought it was nothing.
And then I didn’t think about it again.
I am filled with curiosity to know what she got me. What gift did she think of and why? Will it be meaningful? Will it be something silly - a joke of some kind?
How could I have forgotten about it?
Why didn’t I open it on the night she gave it to me? I can’t even remember why. I think I was overwhelmed. But I didn’t open it which means I obviously never even said thank you to her for doing that for me.
I sigh, thick with regret again. I really am a fucking idiot.
I carry the black box back to my bed and sit on the edge, pulling the ribbon off and lifting the lid to peer inside.
Fuck.
This is a very well thought out gift.
This is super personalized.
A watch I have been wanting for ages, but it’s pretty rare. Limited edition. Every time I tried to get one, they didn’t have them available.
She got one for me.
I can’t believe this.
I have to make it up to her. All the effort she put in that went unnoticed.
In the morning, I am up and dressed and waiting downstairs before Leora comes down. She is dressed and ready to go out, as she has been every day.
“This is for you.” I say, handing her my black credit card. “There is no limit on the card.”
It might not be the most personalized gesture, but it’s a start.