Chapter 3 #2
She eats her dinner, wiping away a stray tear here and there.
I’ve watched her do this since I found her almost ninety days ago.
She uses a spoon to eat the purple poi, foregoing her fingers, as the locals seem to prefer.
She’s barely eating anything. That never happened when we were together.
I made sure she ate. I’m tempted to step in — have been for weeks.
Instead of the relief I was sure she would feel finally being free of me, Ev almost seems to slip deeper into despondency. It almost seems as if she misses me. I say this as I drink her in as she cleans up after her dinner.
She grabs a tablet and tries to read, alternating between watching news from her country and its would-be dictator of a president.
Crying as she watches the footage of children being separated from their parents.
She gets lost in the horror for nearly two hours before she finally flicks off the TV and drags herself into the bath to take a shower.
Settling back against the headboard, she grabs the tablet again, reading an urban romance, which seems to be her favorite along with fantasy and dark romance. Shaking my head, I remember being intrigued and amused when I discovered this particular interest of hers shortly after I arrived.
It took no time for Takashi and me to find them.
It was easy work. I wanted to give her time to miss me, to miss what we had.
The way I took care of her. Satisfied her every whim.
It didn’t matter how we came to be. We were.
Just us — solid. I can’t fathom why she couldn’t let go what came before, and let us have this.
She chose to run away from me, now I get to choose what comes next.
Soon she’s snuggling deeper into the covers. She grabs the water I placed there, not even realizing it’s me making sure she’s hydrated, so that she’s not plagued with migraines.
I stand in the shadow out of her line of sight watching her finger fuck herself to sleep.
Her frustration is palpable. I don’t know how long I can last watching her torture herself — torture me.
Her fingers can’t reach the places I can with my dick, nor curve like my fingers to hit that hot, delicious spot that makes her cream all over us both.
My throat tightens at her whimpers, her thighs squeezing, trying to catch the sensation. My poor, pretty, deprived little thing. Soon.
She drifts off, not having completed the task. The Ambien she takes doing job of putting her to sleep.
I wait. Then wait some more. As if on cue, she turns onto her tummy, tucking her arms under her pillow.
My dick immediately gets hard as if she’s beckoned me.
I step out of the shadows. Standing over her, I strip out of my clothes. My dick slaps against my stomach.
Grabbing the base of my shit, I squeeze hard trying to ease some of the tension I’m feeling.
She spreads her legs when I pull the covers back. The camisole she’s wearing rides up over her ass when she draws a leg up, giving me a clear, unvarnished view of her fat ass pussy.
My shit feels like it’s about to burst seeing her plump lips kiss each other trying to hide the rest of her from me.
Grabbing her ass cheeks, I open her fully to feast my hungry gaze.
Her rosette is tight. Not for the first time I feel regret letting her remain a virgin there.
Bending, I kiss her there, tonguing her, groaning when she arches into my mouth, letting me love her there.
Reaching beneath her, I play with her clit.
She squirms, trying to chase both sensations.
I suck and lave flicking ass while my fingers swirl.
She’s whimpering and shuddering, arching into my mouth and wetting my fingers.
Ravenous like a beast starved, I lose myself, moving lower, shoving my face into her pussy to tongue-fuck her.
She tastes like heaven. Sweet, clean and mine.
So fucking mine. I catch every drop of cream her pussy releases.
Maneuvering her so that I can reach her pearl, I dip my fingers inside, reaching the place her fingers were too short to touch earlier.
Pressing into that raised area, I finger-fuck her in slow strokes, careful not to wake her.
Patting and pressing, I let her ride me.
My dick presses angrily into bed as if he’s mad he can’t get a taste. She trembles against my mouth when I groan, sending vibrations into her drenched pussy.
“Riyu,” she cries, coming against my mouth as my fingers piston into her softness. I still my movements. She’s never done that before.
Easing my fingers out of her. I lift my head. Her eyes are still closed. She’s close to waking. Fuck it.
I cover my wife. My heart hammers out of my chest. I press in groaning.
“R—”
“It’s me.” I growl into her ear. “It’s been me.” I thrust hard, making her teeth snap as I bottom out into her tight as fuck pussy.
I fuck her like a broken man. Because that’s exactly what I am — broken, depraved, a monster forced to only taste my wife in her sleep because she left me.
I knew I would unravel. I’ve held on as long as I could, not fully taking her.
Now, it’s too late. I can hold out any longer. Not when she needs me so much.
“I’m taking you home, Ev, and you will answer for what you’ve done.” She gasps as I nip her ear before sucking the lobe. She whimpers and shudders, arching into me.
Her pussy creams around me, making my way easier.
“You missed me, baby?” Is that why you’re sucking me in so hard? I thrust, making her gasp. It’s been a minute, but I find her A-spot like it’s a lodestone. Her sweet little cries follow as I chase my nut wanting with a keen desperation to fill her will my kids.
The grip on her pussy is tighter than a vise. My eyes roll with every drive into her sweet, luscious heat.
My breath catches when she catches onto my rhythm and fucks me back.
“Good fucking girl, giving me this pussy like a perfect little wife.” I praise fucking her deep,
I find her clit brushing light strokes along the sides.
“Ohmygoodness, Riyu,” she cries, her climax making her inner muscles spasm, compounding the stranglehold she already has on me, causing such exquisite torture that I’m helpless to do anything other than to follow her into the overwhelming pull of bliss.
Easing out, I look at what I’ve wrought on her ravaged pussy and the rest of her body. Seeing the beard-burn between her thighs and along her neck makes my heart squeeze and my tumescent dick firmer.
Leaving her sprawled on the bed, I go to the bathroom and get a warm, wet towel. Taking my time to give her a moment to let her new reality sink in, I clean her and myself when I I return to the bathroom.
“How long have you been here?” She whispers against the arm her head is resting on as I spoon her from behind. She’s not fighting me, having learned early in our relationship it was pointless to do so.
I don’t answer at first, letting her assume for a moment that I won’t. I debate letting her wonder, but I’m not one for obfuscation as she believes me to be — that is what she turned out to be. Making me believe we were good, then leaving me in the night after drugging me like I’m a side-piece.
“Almost from the start.” I whisper into her ear, then wrapping my hand around her throat, I grit, “And I want to know what the fuck you did to get rid of my baby.”