CHAPTER 149: THE JOURNEY

NATASHA

My choice was right to drop everything I planned ahead and settle at home, in bed with my husband.

I feel like a woman, a strong person while he makes me weak at the same time.

"You're-- you're pulling back," I said, noticing the way he doesn't move the way he did back then. Every thrust he gives me is careful and slow, tickling me.

"Shhh...." he hushed me before claiming my lips and kissing me endearingly. Every suck he makes on my lower lip urges me to make a sound, and every time he thrusts deep inside me, I catch my breath.

My fingers run through his hair, yanking and pulling. Wanting him closer.

"I missed you so much," he whispered in my ear as he moved inside me.

The air between us is supposed to give us the freedom to breathe properly, yet we only feel suffocated. Our skin begins glistening, sweat rolls in a breezy morning.

The wind coming from the open balcony door can't outdo the heat we're making.

"Ah!" I scream when he hits the right spot, deep. "I'm coming," I gasp