I was unable to avoid his kiss, but why would I? He’s my husband and I wanted it to happen. I missed him so much that I wanted him to fuck in any way he wanted.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his head to deepen our kiss. I slid my tongue inside his mouth, encircling it around to savor the wetness of it.
My heart pounded as I get too excited when I felt his one hand grab my butt. His other hand lifted my skirt and brushed his palms slowly into my thighs.
He pulled my underwear down and I moaned when I felt his finger rubbed my clit. He then stopped kissing to stare into my eyes.
"What do you want, Margaret?" He asked in a ragged voice.
"I-I want you." I stuttered.
My knees felt weak because of the sensation when he didn’t stop rubbing my clit. I was panting and I could feel the warmth of my breath while staring at him.
"Tell exactly what you want? Say it, Margaret."
The other him rarely calls by my real na. He would always call Peggy, but I also liked the way he whisper my real na.
"Make love to , please." I begged.
He smiled and sohow I saw his eyes change. His lust was now mixed with affection. And when he leaned forward to kiss again, it wasn’t forceful, but gentle.
He removed his fingers from my clit and I felt my feet float from the ground. He carried back to our bedroom and slowly put down on the bed. I moved my hands to touch him when he stood in front of to take off his shirt.
I heard him groan when I brushed my hand to his chest and put small kisses on his abdon.
He tilted my head and took a deep breath. "Why can’t I rember your happy mories with him?"
I was surprised. Was he jealous? Was that the reason he seed so mad at ? I knew that a person with dissociative identity disorder could not rember the things the other personalities has experienced. So it was really hard for them. Alora said they felt sothing missing in their life, maybe because there was a gap in their mories.
"Then let’s create a new one." I whispered.
"How could you love soone like ? I don’t deserve you." He said.
From the tone of his voice, I knew he felt broken like .
"I don’t know. Maybe because you’re like that. You’re crazy and have a broken mind, but I know for sure that you are madly in love with . Your identities may forget about , but your heart never lies. You love , admit it. I know you can feel it."
He nodded. "You’re too conceited. But yeah, my heart rembers you. Your scent, your voice, your kiss, your touch and everything about you felt so familiar. My mind is a ss, but my heart belongs to you."
I smiled and tears fell from my eyes. He leaned forward to kiss , licking the tears that filled my eyes.
"Will you make love to ?" He asked.
My lips were trembling because I was so happy. "I thought you don’t want anymore. I missed you."
He kissed on the forehead and moved his lips to mine. His hands cupped my face while I pulled him closer to .
He then pushed with his body to lay on the bed while he shower with kisses. He tried to unbutton my top, but he lost patience and just ripped it.
He pulled down my bra, exposing my breasts. I felt him fondle one while his fingers played with my nipple.
I arched my back and felt a tingling sensation between my thighs. He then moved his lips on my neck while my hand was still holding on to his head.
He kissed on the neck and felt his tongue licking . And then he sucked and gently bit on my bare shoulder.
When he moved to suck one of my breasts, his hand strode down from my belly to between my thighs. I helped him remove my skirt and voluntarily opened my thighs so he could freely touch .
"Ahh. Love!" I moaned when his thumb started rubbing my clit again.
He stopped sucking my breast and then looked at to see my reaction.
"How does it feel? Do you like it when I do this?"
He rubbed my clit faster making moan louder. I grabbed onto the sheets because it felt like I’m going to burst any mont.
"Yes! Yes Yes!" I shouted.
"Do want my finger inside? Tell and I’ll fuck you with my fingers."
I nodded. "Yes! Yes! I want your finger inside ! Please."
I scread when he put two fingers inside my pussy while his thumb was rubbing my clit.
"Oh, my! Love, that’s it! Faster!"
His fingers were moving in and out of and I could feel them circling inside as if he was digging deeper.
"Fuck! You’re so wet, baby and so warm inside you! Can you hear your fucking pussy?" He asked.
Ah! Those dirty words from him never failed during lovemaking. It made more excited and my burning sensation grew even more.
"Ahh... Ahh...Ahh... Oh, love that’s the spot!"
I was breathing irregularly and my knees felt so weak when he removed his fingers. I blushed when he licked his fingers while staring at .
"You taste amazing. But I’m not done yet. Ti to feed , my love." He smirked.
I frowned and didn’t understand what he said. He asked to cook for him because he was hungry. Was that what he ant by those words?
"Sit on my face. I want to eat you." He said.
My eyes widened but felt more excited. I thought he literally asking for food, but he was actually craving for .
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