5. Safe Days #2
After the grueling trip from Frankfurt, after the nightmare, after all those months of deprivation, this devoted attention made his entire body go soft.
“Mmm…” He let out a quiet moan.
Nadja lifted her head. Her lips glistened wetly in the half-darkness. Her ash-gray eyes looked deeply into his.
“You like that, sweetheart?”
Markus looked down at her, blind lust and profound tenderness mingling in his gaze.
“Yes… I love your mouth. I love my bride.”
Nadja faltered again. It was only a blink that lasted a fraction longer than normal.
He was certain the word bride had touched her emotionally. He gently stroked her still-damp hair and encouraged her to continue.
Nadja buried her face between his legs again and sucked him with even greater devotion. The wet, sucking sounds of her mouth and tongue filled the quiet apartment.
The sensation was too intense. Markus was afraid he was about to come. And he hadn’t even really been inside her yet.
He gripped her brown hair firmly and gently pulled her back up.
“Now it’s my turn.”
Nadja stood and pulled Markus up by the hands with her. She backed away several steps and sat on the edge of the dark glass table in the middle of the living room.
The bouquet of roses and the red box were carelessly pushed aside. The smooth glass surface faintly reflected her spread legs in the white lace stockings.
She lifted one leg and gently placed the toe of her stockinged foot against Markus’s chest. Then she slowly slid it over his open shirt, up his neck, until it reached the corner of his mouth.
Markus caught her slender ankle and kissed the delicate lace.
Nadja leaned her upper body back and spread her legs wide.
The tiny panties barely covered her already damp sex. In the muted darkness, the pink cleft between her thighs was only faintly visible.
His wife, so clean, smelling so wonderful, wearing the pristine white lingerie he had bought especially for her, opened her body willingly before him.
“Fuck your bride’s pussy, Markus.”
The obscene words sent a pleasurable shiver down his spine. He instinctively bent down.
He wanted to taste her with his mouth. It had been far too long since he had done that. He wanted to worship his wife in his own way.
But when his mouth was only inches from her warm cleft, Nadja suddenly pressed her palm flat against his cheek.
She pushed his chin upward and stopped him firmly.
The movement wasn’t rough, but it was noticeably more hurried and panicked than the tenderness of the moment called for.
Markus paused, confused.
But before he could even ask, Nadja quickly sat up and kissed him deeply. She sealed his mouth with a wild, urgent kiss to distract him. Her voice was soft, warm, and demandingly low.
“No… fuck me. I want to feel you now.”
Her feigned passion immediately erased the small doubt that had just begun to flicker in Markus’s mind. All he heard was his wife’s urgent desire.
He wrapped his arms firmly around Nadja, lifted her, and carried her to the sofa.
The soft designer sofa—one of the few luxurious pieces they still owned after selling the house—gave beneath their combined weight. Nadja lay on her back, the white lingerie shifted out of place, her legs spread wide, her arms locked tightly around his neck.
Markus pushed impatiently between her soft thighs. Then suddenly he stopped.
“Wait… I’ll get a condom,” he said softly and started to brace himself on his arms to get up.
Nadja grabbed his shoulders immediately. For the fraction of a second, her features tightened sharply.
But a heartbeat later, she smiled seductively. She buried her fingers in his hair and pulled his face close to hers.
“No need…” she whispered hotly against his lips. “I’m on my safe days. Come inside me.”
Markus’s face relaxed immediately.
The open, unconditional invitation struck his desire like lightning. His wife’s uninhibited willingness left room for no other thought.
He nodded, breathing heavily. Without hesitating any longer, Markus thrust his hips forward and drove his cock hard into her.
He slid in with almost no resistance.
Too easily. Too smoothly. Too wet.
“You’re so wet…” Markus groaned, his voice deep and rough with pure lust.
Nadja wrapped her legs tighter around him, her fingernails digging deep into his back. She moaned directly into his ear.
“Because I want you.”
Heat flooded Markus’s entire body.
He began moving inside her, thrusting deep over and over, pulling back and driving in again. He disappeared completely into the arousal, overwhelmed by how wet she was and how easily she took him.
In his blind haze, he was certain this was the ultimate proof of how much she had missed him too—that in this moment, she wanted him just as greedily as he wanted her.
The sofa groaned softly beneath his hard thrusts.
Markus lost more and more control, his breathing reduced to broken gasps. Fragments of words spilled from his mouth.
“I missed you so much…” “So soft…” “You drive me crazy…”
Nadja moaned along with his hard rhythm.
Sometimes her sound came a beat after his thrust. Sometimes she suddenly wrapped her legs around him with convulsive force and hid her face against his shoulder. Sometimes her ash-gray eyes filled with tears.
Markus saw them. He truly believed those tears were pure happiness.
“It feels so good…” Nadja sobbed, playing her part flawlessly.
His chest warmed with pride and joy. His arousal climbed relentlessly toward its peak.
The desire he had held back for far too long, combined with the sight of the white lingerie that reminded him of their innocent wedding night, simply tore away the last of his self-control.
There was no way he could hold back any longer. His thrusts grew faster. His breathing broke apart completely. He desperately tried to restrain himself for another moment, but his body no longer obeyed him.
One final deep thrust.
His entire body drew tight like a bow and convulsed in hard, uncontrollable waves.
His hot semen spilled deep inside her, directly into what the old neighbor had left there before him.
He collapsed against Nadja’s chest, breathing heavily and gasping for air.
For one fleeting moment, he almost felt ashamed that he had come so quickly. But the feeling was immediately swallowed by overwhelming pleasure and relief. He told himself that Nadja’s greedy desire alone had made him lose control like that.
He braced his hands against the sofa cushion and lifted his head to look at her face.
Nadja lay completely exhausted beneath him. Her face was flushed, her eyes wet, her soft breasts rising and falling heavily beneath the displaced thin lace.
“Did you… like it?” he asked softly, deep hope and the faintest trace of uncertainty in his voice.
Nadja let out a long, trembling breath. Her ash-gray eyes looked directly into his. A brief moment passed.
Then the corners of her mouth lifted into a perfect smile.
“Yes… very much.”
Markus’s smile widened, bright and happy. He believed her. Completely and unconditionally. He pulled Nadja tightly into his arms and curled up with her on the comfortable sofa.
The crushing burden that had weighed on his shoulders for months finally seemed a little lighter. The nightmare from earlier drifted far away. The obscene, wet sounds from Karl’s apartment were now nothing more than a strange, meaningless episode from an exhausted morning.
In his arms lay the pure bride in white, his fragrant, innocent wife, whom he wanted to protect at any cost.
Nadja remained still, her head resting flat against his bare chest. Her ash-gray eyes stayed wide open, staring silently through the half-darkness at the wall.
Markus asked no more questions. He only held her tighter and pressed a tender kiss to the crown of her head.
He closed his eyes, holding the woman in white lace protectively in his arms, filled with the fragile peace he believed he had just found again.
In the clean apartment scented with lavender, he had no idea that the deep fracture between them had just been patched over with a soft, perfect lie.