My face is all rosy as we stroll into our room. Every step we take, every pulse, and every breath, is hiked by the sparks of the dominant flames of longings spewing in us. As soon as the door shuts behind us, I am immediately pinned on the bed, his lips caressing all the delicate sports of my upper body.Pushing him away in contention to this is not in my mind. I'm so lost in the pleasure he is giving that I'm almost ripping his shirt off, urging him to tend to this fire we both are swimming in - the waves of the desires surging in us. I am So lusted that my walls are twitching with an agonizing sensation of prolonged or refuted needs. My pussy is throbbing, howling for him, and my pant is all soaked wet, bolstering a smooth penetration for him. I want him in a way that I never imagined until now. The fire is savagely setting me ablaze. As he suckles on my neck, his breath a sense of allure on the wet imprints of his kisses trailing down, I drape my hands at the back of his head, gui

"Now, please talk to me. Please." Jerol pleads as we pull away from the long unintended embrace.I take my time to scorch away the tears. Not like there are any, because he has taken the liberty to do that for me. I just feel awful and sheepish. Like this isn't what I wanted this morning to be like. You get it? I wanted it to be a happy one just like I had promised him last night. That what happened won't affect our relationship in any way. That there will never be any regrets, and there aren't any, with all sincerity. Why I am feeling the way I am feeling is something beyond my control. Beyond explanation."You can ask me or say anything, you know." He adds, sitting up and sloping his head on the bed just like me, his hand finding its way around my neck, still soothing me.Maybe if I know what exactly he still feels for that ghost woman, just maybe, I will be at peace? Maybe I will stop fussing and feeling this thing that I can't even decipher? Ooh, well, I think I know what it is,

As usual, we lean in to kiss goodbye to each other as Jerol leaves for the office. It's our routine, just like we do every time we are retiring to bed. Actually, kissing has become a fundamental facet of all the times we are together, and making love has been our daily dose. We can't live without it. We are at the cliff of it. I even feel like pushing him to this bed right now for the second time this morning for a quickie before he leaves.My goodness! These yearnings are hiking way too high. I can't curb the urge nor mask it, and neither can he. For the last couple of days, we have lived like a real couple - free with others like we are bound by true love and not just a contract. Actually, it is the first time I am remembering that damn shit of paper after so long. He forbade me to talk about it, and I obeyed, like his sweet obedient wife.For these few days, I feel like I really just had a life. I feel like I really lived. All the pleasure we have had together has filled up my arc

Coming out of the shower, I stroll to bed, tucking myself under the covers without minding what Jerol is doing in the closet.Nothing has ever been so vexatious in my life before like this. I haven't sampled any drop of harmony during the day and there is absolutely no sign of it up until now. Not even in the near future.How can this be?Of all the people he had to beat his siring problem with, it had to be me? Ooh, hell! God, you really screwed me up real bad this time! I have mulled over options throughout the day, fathoming of his reaction the moment this news tickles the walls of his ears. Would he be elated? Would he be blown? Most likely, yes, because he has been longing for a child - an heir for his empire. He had almost lost hope in holding a baby in his arms so of course, the miracle of the fact that he will be a father will blow his mind off the cliff! He will be over the moon. I can visualize the glow on his face and in his bottomless eyes when he learns of this.But it's

"But of course! How can I forget how ridiculous I looked that day? Gosh!" I respond to Jerol's teases as we sip on our juices."You looked cute. I still remember how you looked with that chicken in your mouth unable to do a thing about it." He says again.He is bent on making a good mockery of me tonight. I am not whining though. How can I when I want him to continue talking so that I can relish being in his lap for some more time? I wish this could go on until tomorrow. And another thing, it really thrills me to see him this happy. It brings me so much joy to speak with him like this."Yeah? I really looked cute, huh? Gosh! I looked like a balloon ready to burst." I respond, punching him slightly in the chest as he cracks his ribs.Today the heavenly bodies can attest to the glee we are sharing, and we deserve it. We both do. I pray that this lasts forever. As soon as now, I can picture my happy life with him and our kids. That will be such a joy and fulfilment."I found it cute, som