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My husband, Luke, and I had just gotten into an argument and now he was trying desperately to make it up to me. I wasn’t in the mood for it. “Oh, come on, Reina! Let me love you!” “You can love me all you want, Lucas, from your side of the bed.” “Fine. You’re gonna want it, I know it.” We got into bed, and to further prove my point of annoyance with him, I went to sleep with my favorite stuffed animal, a panda Pillow pet, in my arms. “Cock-blocked by a panda.” I laughed at him. “Goodnight,” I sang as I cut the light off. I figure now would be a good time to introduce myself. My name is Reina, and I’m married to Lucas, yeah, that asshole. I’m just kidding. Luke is my BFB, for all intents and purposes, I married young, at 18, and Luke was 24. Now I’m 20, and he’s 26. I picked the perfect guy to marry, kind, sweet, and amazingly sexy. I took the most wanted guy right out of the dating pool. He has the most beautiful blue Ankara escort eyes I’ve ever seen, and brown hair that he likes to wear in a buzz cut, and his body, oh God, he’s 200 pounds of pure muscle in a 6’3’’ frame. As for me, I’m quite different. The biggest difference between us? Our races. He’s Italian, I’m of African descent. Long deep brown hair, brown eyes. An average body. I was 5’6’’ and I had size 38 D boobs, so I guess I’m okay. On a normal night, Luke and I would be going at each other with no rest, but tonight was fairly different. I heard it then, the soft slapping sound, and the moaning. I snuggled closer, just to tease him. He growled a bit. It was extremely sexy. I reached to play with his inactive hand. “Get off.” He panted, he moaned again. “Aw shit.” “You’re getting too much pleasure from your own hand,” I pointed out. “Simple explanation, I’m pretending that it’s Ankara escort bayan you,” he admitted. “Awwwww,” I plucked his dick and turned over. “Keep dreaming.” My dream, was vivid, very real. Every sight and sound and feeling. It was glorious. I was back at Luke’s and my wedding. It looked just like that day. Blue and white. It was seemingly more beautiful. Luke stood before me, as glorious as a god. An Adonis in the flesh. His beautiful, soul seeing eyes looked down at me, filled with love and lust. His smile, just perfect. He leaned in to kiss me, and it was perfect, as perfect as can be. It felt so real to me, and I wanted it to be real. Safe, never wanting to let go. I wanted him to hold me, caress me, kiss me. I wanted to be the absolute only thing on his mind. The one thing that he never wanted to end. I woke up then and turned into his arms. ‘Hi.” “Shhh,” I hushed. Escort Ankara “Just hold me.” I felt him kiss my forehead. He tightened his hold on me, and I lifted my mouth to his. “I don’t want this to end.” “Me either. What time do you go in for work?” “Three.” I smiled in the darkness, and burrowed into his arms even more. “Let’s stay up.” “Alright. What do you wanna do?” “Food and movies.” “Let’s do it.” It was nearly midnight, I threw food into the oven and went to lie in Luke’s arms. He’d put on a scary movie, great. “You’re feeding me! I love you.” He laughed. “Oh, Lucas.” I joined in the laughter. “You’re allowed,” I said simply. “Huh?” I rubbed over his crotch. “Oh! Feed me first.” What a man! “That’s gonna be a good 45 minutes, can you wait that long?” I teased. “I waited four years, I’ll be good for 45 minutes.” I shrugged. “Kay.” I bit at his nipple gently. “You’re going to make this very hard for me, aren’t you?” “Yes, these are going to be the hardest 45 minutes of your life.” ******************************************************* Damn me for marrying such a young woman! It’s nothing but tease, after tease, after tease! We’d cuddled up together on the couch with our food beside us.
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