I tried to speak, but he flipped me over and smacked my ass. I hated how much I liked it and how wet it made me. Pulling off the rest of my dress, he kissed up my back, rubbing my ass softly before smacking me harder. This time a moan did escape my lips.
I loved it when he got like this.
“My only question is, what brought this on?” he whispered, as he kissed the back of my neck.
“A revelation at confession.” I shivered when he reached under to pinch my nipples.
“Really now?” he kissed my shoulder. “What did the good father tell you?”
The moment I opened my mouth, he smacked my ass again and I bit my lip in order to control myself… it didn’t work.
“Jesus, Liam…” I moaned.
“Yes, I know about Jesus. I’m asking about your revelation.” He kissed my ass cheek.
Licking my lips, I took a deep breath. “I fear losing you.”
His kisses stopped only briefly before they were back at my ear.
“My silly wife, you can’t lose me. Nothing is going to keep me from having your mind, soul and body.” He said the last part as he slapped my ass cheek again.
“I…”
“Shh, love. I’m going to give you something you’re going to need to confess about later. Maybe more than once,” he said, smacking my ass over and over again until I was squirming with pleasure under him.
“Does it hurt, love?” he asked, rubbing my skin.
I moaned out something, but I wasn’t sure what. He snickered, smacking me a few more times before putting three of his beautiful fingers inside my wet pussy.
“Goddamn, you’re wet. You like it when it when I punish you?” he asked before pulling his fingers out and bringing me up to straddle his lap once more.
“Only in bed, and even then, it depends.” I kissed him, reaching inside his pants for his cock.
“When we’re in a car, like right now, I want you on your knees with those beautiful lips of yours on my dick, ” he said as I stroked him.
“And if I say no?” I smirked, kissing his nose.
“You really must love it when I take you from behind.” He grinned.
“Don’t pretend like you don’t like it either. It’s more of a reward than a punishment, isn’t it?” I asked. Before he could answer, I slid down to his knees and took him into my mouth.
“Fuck!” he moaned loudly, grabbing hold of my hair.
I was proud that I could take most of him into my mouth, that was something that was far from easy.
He thrust forward once before letting go of my hair, and pulling me back up to him. He didn’t even wait before thrusting forward and pushing me up against the window.
LIAM
I loved my wife. There was no doubt in my mind that she was God’s personal gift to me, but…
“I can’t believe you bought all this fucking shit,” I said, picking up the bottle of wine before joining her on our bedroom floor. There had to be at least fifteen to twenty paintings spread throughout the room.
“What would you have done if you had to sit through that shit?” she asked, biting into her strawberry. I watched the juice run down the side of lips before leaning forward and licking it.
“A napkin would have worked as well.” She rolled her eyes, as she wiped the corner of her mouth.
“Yes, but then I wouldn’t have been able to taste you.” I grinned as I grabbed, a strawberry. “Plus, you love me, remember?”
“That car ride was such a bad idea,” she said as she tried to stretch out the knot in her neck.
“Blasphemy. Car sex is never a bad idea.” I would swear by it. “Besides, you enjoyed it as much as I did.”
“What do you think that is anyway?” she asked, changing the subject to point to the painting closest to us.
I looked closely and smiled. “I see two people having sex in the shower.”
“It’s abstract.” She laughed.
“I abstractly see two people having sex in the shower,” I whispered, pulling her to me.
“Maybe you’re having a vision of the future. However, I see a hot bubble bath.” She smiled.
I loved to see her smile.
“I can work with that,” I replied, picking her up.
I really loved my wife.
SIX
“It is not enough to stare up the steps,
we must step up the stairs.”
—Vaclav Havel
DECLAN
“Have you had sex yet?” Dr. Bell, our therapist, asked bluntly. I looked over at Coraline, who just stared down at her nails.
“No, we haven’t,” I answered. “I mean, we were going to but…”
“You weren’t able to get…”
“No!” I snapped. I knew where he was going, and I didn’t like it. “My dick works fine, thank you.”
“Then what happened?” he asked.
“Our sister-in law cut in. That killed the mood,” Coraline replied.
“How long ago was that?”
“Five days ago,” I said.
“And in those five days you weren’t able to get into the mood again?”
Neither of us answered.
“How long has it been since either of you have had sex?”
“I don’t…”
“Seven months, two weeks, five days and three hours,” I said, causing Coraline to stare at me wide-eyed. Even Dr. Bell stared at me oddly.
“I’m good with numbers,” I said, sitting back in my chair.
“I see,” he said. “The reason why I worry about it is because a healthy sex life is highly important in a marriage. It brings you closer together and allows you to see each other in the most intimate way. The longer you both stay away from each other, the harder it is to find your way back. Declan, what was it that set the mood last time?”
I shrugged. “She looked beautiful in her dress and I couldn’t take her my eyes off her as we danced. Plus, it was the longest I’d gotten to hold her in some time.”
“Coraline?”
“He looked at me like he used to…” She sighed, finally looking at me. “Like I mattered.”
“You do matter. You matter a lot, more than anything.” I took her hand.
“It’s one thing to say it, but it’s another to show it,” she whispered, pulling her hand away.
“See, that’s our problem.” I groaned as I sat forward. “I’m trying all the time. I am fucking trying, but she always goes back a step and blames me for everything in the past. I know I screwed up, but I feel like we’re never going to get past that point.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t!” she yelled at me, and I felt the sudden urge to strangle her.
“Is that what you really want, Coraline? Do you want a divorce?” Dr. Bell asked her and I felt my heart slowly sink. I couldn’t even bring myself to look at her. It was worse when she didn’t answer.
“Divorce, means something completely different in this family, Doc.” She replied, with a hint of sarcasm he didn't get.
“What do you mean?” He asked.
She didn’t say anything.
“Either way I don’t think you want to get a divorce,” the doctor answered for her. “I think you want to make him suffer because you suffered. You want him to feel everything you felt. You know he loves you and you love him, but you’re still angry.”