I wait. One minute. Two minute. El doesn’t speak. Her face is still in that frozen state of shock as she processes my words. Was this how she felt months ago when she confessed her feelings? It’s almost laughable how times have changed. I am the one begging her to love me. The therapy sessions with Ava must be working. Constant communication.
Enzo honks twice, breaking El from her trance. “Where to, Sir? Ma?” I look to the madam, she tells him our next location. A supermarket. I bury my fingers in her scalp. She moans softly and her breathing grows heavy. I cup her breasts but she grabs my hands above my head, seducing me with her wicked smile.
A brow jerks up as she slides to her knees, I am a goner when she bats those lashes at me. This view of her between my legs, those innocent eyes centred on me is what I want to see every day. My belt comes off first, she pulls the zipper down so slowly I nearly come in my pants from the anticipation. Brushing her fingers against my pulsing shaft, she shakes her hair out of the bun and it cascades down her shoulders. Just the way I like it.
If this woman isn’t meant for me, I don’t know who else is.
“Baby, what are you doing?” I whisper as she tugs my boxers down for my dick to spring free. The little man bobs to show its excitement at its freedom. El caresses my shaft, teasing me with feather touches.
She kisses the tip of my cock. “You will see.”
Her pouty lips close around the crown, I fist my hands into her hair and clench my eyes. Fuck. A thrill works its way from my cock to my spine, my fist collides with the door and a growl tunnels out of my lips.
“Sir? Are you okay?” Enzo calls out the second time my hand connects with the door. “Sir?”
“Hmm.” My fingers dig into the seat, her tongue twirling around my shaft has the words fading into oblivion. Bliss rocks my body. Left, right, centre. My eyes clench tighter with each twirl, each stroke. The car begins to slow down, through gritted teeth, I manage to force out the words, “Yes. Carry on, Enzo.”
In one swift motion, El inhales my length and a gasp echoes in the back of the car. Where did she learn to do that? My cock hits the base of her throat, the naughty vixen winks at me, pushing me out and taking me back in. Jesus fucking Christ. Who is this woman? I thread my fingers into her hair, trying to slow her roll but her tongue works me up and sweat breaks out on my forehead. She cups my balls. Llicking me from top to bottom, she flashes me a smile and swallows the cum trickling down my cock.
The muscles in my belly clench, I grab her hair and she whimpers. I loosen my grip, she looks up with a sultry smile. Damn. “I’m so close,” I breathe out. El nods, my body tightens and a shudder rips through me. I spill my seed into her mouth. She takes it all, wiping the corners of her lips to get every single drop.
Breathing heavily as the aftershock of the powerful release washes over me, I pull El to my laps and she pushes strands of hair out of her face, failing to meet my gaze. I smother a laugh. Her mouth glistens with moisture, she ducks when my head lowers for a kiss, so I palm her face and peck her soundly on her lips.
“That was awesome, baby,” I tell her.
Rolling her lip between her teeth, she says, “You think?” I nod. I more than think so. She twirls her curls around her index finger, I tilt her chin so her brown eyes are locked on my face. I need her to see how pleased I am. How she manages to transform from innocent El to seductive vixen and back to naive El amazes me, turns me the fuck on. My dick approves of the switch. As long as she is bad for only us, we don’t mind. She smiles shyly, I chuckle. Her fingers trace lazy lines on my chest. “It has been a while.”
Her words, spoken in that seductive whisper, causes my cock to spring to life. She giggles when I point at the little man begging for her attention. We want to be inside her. This time, buried inside her tightness, feel her walls clench against my dick as we repay the favour of the last few minutes. I am sure she’s wet. I make her wet. I push my fingers into the waistband of her trouser to find out and a frown mars my face.
“What the fuck is this, El?” My finger brushes something soft and my head rears back. Embarrassment colours her face, she stares at my chest while trying to pry my hands off. “Are you wearing napkins?”
I haven’t touched one of those since the kids outgrew them and I don’t miss those ugly days of poop and piss. Kids shit a lot. Cry way too much and suckle even more. A shudder runs through me from thinking about it, if we ever grow our family, napkin duties automatically fall to El. But why is my wife wearing a goddamn napkin at this age?
“It’s not a napkin,” she says. I have to strain my ears to pick her words because she buries her face in her palms. I shake my head and pinch her cheeks. Her embarrassment is cute. “I’m on my period.”
Oh. Not napkins. I cringe. She rests her head on my shoulder, using my free hand, I tug my boxers over my waist and adjust my trouser. We will visit the promised land another day, when the queen permits.
“Does it hurt?” I palm her belly. Some women have shitty cramps, El didn’t but that might have changed. She shakes her head, her hand covers mine resting on her stomach and she smiles. I want another baby.
“I love you too.”
Time stops to allow me to fully register and process my wife’s statement. She doesn’t glance my way to see how her words might have affected me and my head spins from trying to accept what she just said. She loves me. She still loves me after all these years. Her eyes are closed as I stroke a side of her face.
In a small but firm voice, I reply, “I love you more.”
I do.
I love her with all I am. My heart, soul and body belong to her. All she has to do is ask, even if she doesn’t, I will always belong to her. El opens her eyes and smiles, stirring something deep inside of me.
My woman. She makes me feel so complete.
“You complete me,” I whisper, “we can’t break up again.” We will be together for more than a month.
All I get in reply is a sleepy nod. Pulling my jacket over her shoulders, she snuggles closer to me and her arms circle my waist.
Few minutes later, Enzo announces we are at the supermarket and I shake her. El yawns, a bit sluggish as she opens the door. “Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you?” I ask for the nth time.
She rolls her eyes. “I’m sure. I’ll be right back. Just getting a few things.” She yawns again, I narrow my eyes. Last night she slept before me but woke up late. Is this a normal part of period? Yawning? Sleeping?
“Take my card.” I fumble for my wallet in my pocket, taking out a black card I shove into her hand. She frowns. I don’t care what she says, my money is hers too, she can do with it whatever she likes. “Use it.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I chuckle, watching her swing her hips harder, well aware I am watching. I can be her daddy any time.
We find a parking spot after El leaves, I scour the internet for materials to educate myself on periods. So far, fatigue is normal. Bloating, cramps, even constipation. Fuck. Women also experience backache and diarrhoea. How come? If all the blood is coming from the vagina, why’s the back affected? But she didn’t mention any of that. Is she okay? Periods might be natural but I want my baby to have a painless experience.
I look up from my phone right as El storms out of the supermarket. Her steps are fast and graceful, her hair billows in the wind, pushing into her face and she shoves them. My smile disappears as I process her appearance. The twitching of her eyes, that scowl she’s trying so hard to hide. She’s upset. Why is she coming out empty-handed? I step out of the car, she pushes past me and slides inside without a word.
Mood swings are normal during this time of the month, I cannot be upset with her but it will help if she talks to me. “Baby,” I say, eyeing the distance between us. To move or not to move? “Where’s your stuff?”
“They don’t have what I want.” Her pretty eyes don’t meet mine. “We will get it somewhere else.”
“Look at me.” She does. I cross over to her, she chews her lips. “What happened?”
“Nothing.”
I nod and press a kiss to a corner of her lips. She’s still a terrible liar. “Alright. I’ll be back.”