3 Years Later…
Alessandro
We’ve been married three years now with our beautiful baby girls Amara and Wren.
Everything in my life was going great. I was complete, happy even. I’d marry the love of my life, adopted Wren, and had a child of our own.
But, of course, nothing ever stays good in my life.
Mom has cancer. Two years after we got married she was diagnosed.
She’s been fighting for over a year and Dad, Rosa, Kano, and I have been throwing money in every possible direction in order to get her the best care.
I’m at the hospital every single day I can be there and I bring the girls and Athena as much as possible.
I want her to see us together before… before the inevitable happens.
We all know. Her doctor, Dr. Jennova, showed us the X-ray scans yesterday and the cancer is spreading to fast for the treatment to keep up.
There are three more tumors than there were yesterday and though no one wants to accept, at the very least say it, we know her time is coming.
I walk in the house, smelling of Death and the hospital.
But any dreadful feeling is lifted at the sound of my little girl. “Daddy!” She calls out, running up to me with open arms and her mothers smile.
“My Princess.” I say, scooping her up into my arms and placing a big kiss on her cheek. It’s eleven so I have no clue why she’s up right now but I know Athena must be somewhere around here.
I sit on one of the stools, holding Amara in my lap while I roll up my sleeves. “Daddy, guess what?”
“Yes, Princess?”
She smiles, “Mommy said we can go see Grandma after we get out of school tomorrow.”
“That’s great. She’d love to see you and Wren. She missed you guys today.”
I let her take my hand and play with my rings, mainly the one on my ring finger. “She did?”
I hum, “She always does, Princess.”
Athena turned around to finally look at me and I can see the anger in her eyes being outweighed by the worry. I can also see how tired she is. “Alessandro. Your late.”
“I know, Butterfly. I’m sorry.”
She sighed, “You said that last night.” And she turns back around to pour herself a glass of wine.
Amaras asleep on my lap and I kiss her forehead as I pick her up and walk over to Athena. I’m not mad at her for being upset. We had an argument about this a while ago, about me overworking myself.
She made me promise her that I’d be home every night before 10:30 and I did just as she asked but lately I’ve been coming home past the agreed time.
“Can I lay Amara down first?” She looks over at her, smiles and reaches up to kiss her forehead. I feel so guilty as I walk up the stairs because I can see her tiredness.
I can see how worn out she looks from taking care of everyone, including myself.
I know she wants to do it, loves us and would do anything for us, but I also know she’s human. She’s tired. And it makes me hurt for her.
Athena is facing away from me when I walk back downstairs. I walk over to her wrapping my arms around her body and feeling more at home. More relaxed.
“We talked about this. I asked you to call me if you weren’t going to be home by 10:30. You don’t. I can’t have you stressing over work when we are just fine.” I tightened my arms around her, setting my chin down on her shoulder.
“I know.” I whisper.
She turns around in my arms and the previous anger in her eyes is now just worry. “Baby. I know it’s hard. But you stressing yourself out will not make this situation easier.
Your mother wouldn’t want that and you know it. Please,” She says, her voice full of desperation and her eyes bright with tears, “She needs you. We need you. I need you.”
And they’re falling. Falling as she presses her forehead against my chest and brings me closer to her. “Don’t cry.”
I say, kissing her hair. “I’m sorry. It’s just so hard and I- I don’t know what to do.”
She looks up. Caresses my face with her smooth hand and I lean into her touch.
“I’m here. I’ll always be here. Talk to me, please. Rosaline needs you to be steady and you can’t be that for her if your at work stressing over $h|t that doesn’t matter.”
She’s right. She’s always right. “10:30.” I say, taking her hand in mine and kissing her palm.
“10:30.” She smiles and I take that beautiful sculptured face of hers into my hands and wipe her tears.
Then I press my lips against hers and the sigh she makes has my Ďïčk jumping. Jumping for her. “I love you. So much.”
“I love you too, baby.” Her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me down for a kiss, but a frown appears on those pretty lips when I back away.
“Is something wrong?” She asks, voice full of sadness and worry.
“No, no.” I peck her lips. “Everything’s fine. I just- I- I don’t want to hurt you.”
She’s smiling again. “Our safe word. I’ll use it. Do you trust me to tell you to stop when I mean it?”
“I trust you.” I breathed, hands moving lower and lower down her body.
“Okay then take me upstairs and f-__-k me.”
And that’s exactly what I did. I wrapped her beautiful big thighs around me and carried her to our tall canopy bed. And I make my pretty little slut sit on her knees and take my Ďïčk deep down that tight throat.
The first time I slide in I feel like I could come right then. I lose every bit of self control I had before her lips grazed the head of me. So, so warm.
She moved her tongue in ways that had always left me breathless and panting and wanting to be inside her Çüñť. “God.”
I groan, gripping a handful of her hair and pushing her head down until I reached the back of her throat.
She Mõ@ɲed and I could’ve sworn right there that I was going to come. Her pretty brown eyes look doe-like and watery as she looks up at me.
I th-ru_sted up into her wet warm mouth and, panting, . The very thing she was when she stepped into this room.
No longer my wife but my toy to use and to f-__-k as I please and how I please.
I th-ru_sted and th-ru_sted and she gagged and Mõ@ɲed, making my balls tighten more as I felt everything rushing up to my Ďïčk.
I didn’t miss the way her hands pulled her light pink thong to the side and she started to rub at her ćƖĩť. She Mõ@ɲed around my Ďïčk, the vibration going straight through my Ç0çƙ and making my head fall back as I f-__-ked her mouth.
Reluctantly I pulled away from her pretty mouth, making her look up at me confused and desperate for my Ďïčk in her mouth . “I want to taste it. Please.”
I ignored her, “Hands and knees.” I commanded and she scrambled to obey, that pretty @zz and Pů$$¥ on full sight for my eyes and my eyes only.
I slapped her @zz, causing her to jerk forward and muffle her Mõ@ɲ. Squeezing and slapping, I brought my face closer to the @zz that I had missed so much for the past week. A shiver ran through her when I pressed the pad of my thumb to the sacred whole between her @zz. “What’s your safe-word?”
“Silver.” And it comes at as a Mõ@ɲ when my hand snakes around her waist to start rubbing her ćƖĩť.
“Does my little Butterfly want to get f-__-ked here?” I ask, pressing further down on the sacred whole and getting another shudder.
“God—yes please, sir.” Pleased with her, I pushed a finger in so very slowly while also rubbing the tip of my Ďïčk against the entrance of her throbbing Pů$$¥. Her cries are more louder when I have two fingers in her tight @zz and I’m th-ru_sting in and out of her wet Pů$$¥.
All I can do is thank God that we got this room sound proof because her screams are so loud and intoxicating that it has me on the verge of coming. She could simply be laying back and sucking me off and I’d come in an instant.
She’s chanting— Yes yes Oh God please f-__-k f-__-k.— Asking me, begging me, to f-__-k her harder and faster and I take my hands out of her @zz and bring her @zz into my pelvis in hard quick th-ru_st.
“God. Your so f-__-king wet, you f-__-king slut.” And the derogatory comment has her squirming away from as her 0rg@zm approached. I grabbed her hips more roughly, marking my Butterfly, and and f-__-ked her with every ounce of pent up anger and grief I had. “You wanted this.” I nearly groaned at the way her hands clawed at the sheets, “Be a good girl for me and take it all.”
Athena is unraveling into a mess in front of me. Becoming completely undone as she pushes back with a loud Mõ@ɲ and a hard overpowering 0rg@zm.
I don’t even wait until she’s finished before I’m on the bed with her back to my chest, her head resting on my shoulder while I hold up her legs and start to push up into her.
She’s chanting my name, begging for me to stop then to go faster and her mind is all over the place and I feel like I could stay here with her every single day of my life.
Her head falls back and she’s panting, “I love you. You make me feel so good.” She Mõ@ɲed and I had to slide out of her for no longer than a second because I was going to come from hearing those simple words. I wanted her to enjoy this.
I have her turned around now, straddling me and slowly sliding down with a whimper. “You feel so good baby.”
I praised, seeing that smile appear on her face but quickly disappeared when I th-ru_sted up into her. “Ride me like the little wh-_-re you are.
” She shivered at my words. I grab onto her hips, pushing her all the way down and emitting a scream of pleasure and pain to come from her.
Her beautiful Břě@šť bounced with every movement she made and I couldn’t help myself when I grabbed a Ɲīpplë and pinched it before bringing her down pulling her pretty tits into my mouth as much as I could.
She started grinding on me, selfishly trying to rub her ćƖĩť against me. She was so wet. So tight. And so f-__-king warm. Her previous bouncing had turned into needy grinding, her red acrylic nails digging into the skin of my chest. “Oh My God.”
I groaned, digging my own nails into her hips as she whined and Mõ@ɲed.
“Come with me.” She said in a breathless voice.
I could feel when her Pů$$¥ clenched my Ç0çƙ, see when her head fell down and her hair covered her beautiful face from me. If there was anything that turned Athena on was us coming at the same time and hard.
I gripped her hair, wrapping an arm around her and pushing her down to me while I began to th-ru_st into her from below. ”
Ah! Holy $h|t holy $h|t. Oh God.” Her head was right by my ear, letting me hear every Mõ@ɲ and whimper and gasp loud and clear, and her Pů$$¥ was squeezing me so tight and then-
I was coming.
So very hard with my Wife who was coming equally as hard. We were both panting, gasping for air as we calmed down. “Two more tonight, Butterfly.” I said as I flipped us over. “Any protests?” She shook her head with a faint smile before I kissed her. I tasted the faint taste of myself on her tongue and when I felt her start to get to comfortable in the soft kiss I pulled back and bite at her neck.
I marked every visible part of skin so anyone on the outside would see that she had someone she was coming home to f-__-k. Every night.
I looked up at her as I kissed her thighs, kissed the top of her Pů$$¥. When she had Amara she had become self aware of her body, she never regretted having our baby girl and she loved seeing the stretch marks and some of the baby fat she left, but sometimes when she was alone and she’d look at herself she didn’t feel as worthy.
I had to show her for a good two hours that she’s worth more than any man including myself could give her.
I played with her ćƖĩť first and heard the low Mõ@ɲ she gave me. In less than a second my entire mouth was wrapped around this sweet smelling Pů$$¥, sucking at her swollen ćƖĩť and shoving two fingers up her tight Pů$$¥.
I pushed her hips back down into the bed, glaring up at her and silently telling her to behave. And I ate her. I ate her like a man that hadn’t eaten for years.
I pull back, swirl my tongue around her throbbing ćƖĩť before sucking on it hard. Her legs close tightly around my head as she grips the covers with a cry. She doesn’t even understand how intoxicating she tastes.
She’s crying tears of pleasure and I want to continue to hear those screams so I drag her from off the bed, standing now and devouring her sweet Çüñť.
My arms are are wrapped around her, my eyes closed and focused on giving her the best 0rg@zm that I can. I’m not setting her down until she comes and she knows that.
Her hand finds my hair, grips it so f-__-king hard I groan against this heaven that I’m blessed to be between. Blessed to be eating. Blessed to be tasting.
“God! Ugh! f-__-k f-__-k f-__-k f-__-k!” She’s coming all over my mouth, shaking violently and crying out obscenities. My jaw, hell my face, is covered in her and she smiles at that.+
I set her quivering body back down on the bed and kiss her swollen ćƖĩť once more. I don’t waste any time and moving back up to her and she thinks we’re finished, that we’re done for tonight but she’s forgotten she still owes me one more 0rg@zm.
I th-ru_st into her without warning and her cry of pain and pleasure has me on the verge of already coming as I th-ru_st into her. The heels of her feet are digging into my @zz and her nails are leaving scratches all over my back but I could care less because she looks so f-__-king beautiful under me and withering.
And I do try. I try so d@mn hard to be rough and gentle at the same time but I lose control. I’m ramming into her, marking her Pů$$¥ as mine, f-__-king her until I know she won’t be able to walk tomorrow. Her screams are mine and that makes me f-__-k her even harder. “f-__-king slut. You like being f-__-ked rough like this don’t you?”
She nods rapidly, a thin coat of sweat covering both of our bodies. “Yes yes— Oh God yes— I love it so much. I love you.” And those three words as always have me speeding up and f-__-king her like an animal. And she cries out when I reach deeper into her, her hands falling down to my arms and gripping and trying not to scoot up to far with my vicious th-ru_st.
Then she’s coming, coming so much and everywhere that it’s inevitable that I won’t come. The room is filled with groans and Mõ@ɲs. And it finally hits me, after we’ve settled down a bit, that I’ve come in her twice tonight. She hasn’t been on birth control since Amara.
We’re looking at each other, smiling and knowing there’s a chance that another one of our children could be starting to grow in her belly. I lean down, whisper “I love you more than anything.” I kiss her swollen lips and it’s a kiss that makes you not want to get up. A kiss you could talk about forever and ever until you take your last breath.
I follow her into the bathroom, starting up the shower as she goes to pee. She isn’t as awkward about me coming into the bathroom while she pees but when she poops she’s immediately kicking me out so I have to wait by the door and slide her notes under the door.
She’s gotten used to it by now but still doesn’t understand that I have separation anxiety when it comes to her. I have to be around her as much as possible.
“Baby.” I say, wanting to bring the very much important issue up since it’s on my mind. “Why don’t you let me in when you’re using the bathroom.”
She laughs a tired laugh. Leans onto my chest as I start to clean her off. “It stinks. You don’t want to smell that.”
“I’ll wear a mask.”
She smiling, her eyes closed. “Fine. You f-__-king weirdo.” She laughed at my big smile.
I’ve been waiting three years for this, of course I’m happy she’s finally letting me. Athena was clearly getting tired so I quickly finished cleaning her then myself.
I changed the bedsheets as quickly as possible while she changed in the closet.
I was laying on the bed when she walked out with a lace red thong and a cropped shirt. I smirked at the bite marks and hickey’s all over her body.
“You know I have to cover this, right?” She said with a smile as she hopped up onto the bed. “It’ll look unprofessional in front of my client.”
“You don’t have to cover $h|t.” She sat right on my lap and immediately I got hard.
“Mm.” She mumbled sleepily once she was nestled on my chest, her arms around me and mine wrapped around her and massaging her sore body.
I felt content with her in my arms, softly snoring with her lips parted.
TBC