This time through me.
Will our sons be next?
How can I protect her?
How do I protect them?
Fear permeates every molecule in my body.
“Connor,” she whispers against my back. Her arms wrap around my waist.
I turn and fold her against my chest. Rest my cheek on the top of her head. Inhale her lemony scent. “This has to end.”
“I know,” she says so softly I can hardly hear her.
We stay that way for a long while. Holding on for dear life. Absorbing each other’s energy. Not knowing what the future holds.
Not knowing up from down.
Knowingthat life apart will be unbearable. Unfathomable.
And perhaps, unavoidable.
For now, I reach down and grip Ronni’s heart-shaped ass. Hoist her up. She hooks her legs around my hips. Wraps her arms around my neck. I carry her to the bedroom. Set her on the bed. Crouch to unzip her boots and toss them on the ground.
I stand and rip off my t-shirt. She unbuckles my jeans. I kick off my shoes and peel them off while she sheds her jeans and top. Her green eyes blink up at me, uncertain.
“Lie back,” I command.
Ronni scurries up the bed and relaxes back against the headboard. Her taut nipples poke through the sheer fabric of her black bra. Her knees splay apart, revealing her pink, glistening pussy.
I stroke my cock, though I don’t need to. I’m harder than a steel pole. Ronni licks her lips but says nothing. Tears stream down her face as she watches me kneel before her.
Tears stream down mine too.
I plunge inside her. Holding her knees apart so I can watch myself disappear in my wife’s body. Her cunt sucks me in and holds me there when she squeezes around me like she never wants me to leave.
I skim my hands down to grip her ass. Pull her up so she’s pressed against my chest. Sitting on my cock as I fuck up into her. Every part of our bodies is touching.
Controlling her movement, I hold her in place. I’m so deep inside her. We’re one grinding, writhing being. Then all bets are off.
Our mouths smash together. Teeth gnash. Hair is pulled. She scratches my back. I spank her ass. I slam into her. She grinds her pussy furiously. We’re anger fucking. Hurt fucking.
Catharsis fucking.
We detonate like a nuclear bomb at the exact same time. She screams like a banshee. I roar like a caged lion.
Then I flip her over and we do it all again.
Hours later, we both look like we’ve been through a tornado.
The sheets are sweaty and full of our combined releases.
Somehow, it feels like the storm has passed.
The question remains… Will we make it to shore?
My entire body feels relaxed.Loose. Free.