with thoughts of settling deep inside her cunt. I can't help it, I’m weak when it comes to Seven. As much as I’ve tried to tone it down recently, for the safety of the baby, I still want the kinky shit that brought us together in the first place. It just doesn't feel right anymore.
It's a fucking internal battle that has slowly been killing me.
“Levi?” Seven's voice snaps me out of my thoughts. I’m partially thankful for it, but she knows I was lost in my mind. Her lips set into a straight line, something she often does when she is deep in thought. I’ve picked up on that since we returned from Vegas.
“Yes, babe.” I still stand at the side of the tub, waiting to get used to the scalding hot water.
“Take me into the spare room tonight,” her voice is quiet. Her words are part command, and part question. Her dominant nature still sits front and center in our relationship, but it is nothing like it was the first night we were together. God, I long for that.
“I don't think that would be a good idea, Seven.” I want it, but I can't bring myself to act on it. She lets out a deep disappointed sigh and starts to get out of the tub. I hate that I’ve made her feel this way. Her feet hit the tile, and she stomps to the towel rack, picking up her plush robe that hangs from the side. I can't meet her eyes, because I know how much I just upset her, and it is secretly fucking killing me inside.
“Levi, you have five fucking minutes to be at the end of the guest bed, kneeling, or you can get the fuck out.” She turns and walks out of the bathroom, slamming the door upon her exit.
What the fuck just happened here?
(Seven)
Fuck this shit. I need a good fucking and I don't care if he’s up for it or not. Sex with Levi is good, if not great, but I have needs that just aren't being fucking met. I’m fucking pregnant, not disabled. I’m not missing an arm, or on bed rest. I’m perfectly fucking fine, and I’m not going to let him treat me like a fucking porcelain doll anymore.
The bathroom door opens and shuts as Levi walks past me, still completely naked. He looks like he wants to pause and say something. I pray he doesn't because I just might fucking backhand him if he does. My patience is gone. These hormones are going to turn me into a fucking homicidal maniac before this baby is born.
The door to the master bedroom shuts, and I can only assume he is following instructions. I pray he is. I think of all the things I want tonight. The strap-on isn't doing it for me lately, although I know how much Levi loves it. Nipple clamps sound absolutely delightful right now. Instead of going after him immediately, I decide to get rid of the robe and dive into my lingerie drawer in search of a little something special.
The pale pink bra is one of the last left I can fit into, I push the cups against my swollen breasts, slide my arms through straps and fasten the back. The panties aren't as easy to find, and soon the entire drawer is emptied on my bedroom floor. Ah! There they are! The matching crotchless panties, garter, and lastly the knee-highs. I spin in the mirror examining every inch of my changing body. But something is missing.
Doing another once over, I figure it out. The fucking heels. My tall, fuck me heels are missing. My feet may hate me in an hour, but I’m not going to give them up, especially tonight. This is make or break for our sex life. I need this. I need us to reconnect on this level again. I fear for our future if we don't.
The heels click down the hallway. I pause at the spare bedroom door, take a deep breath and open the door. My very naked husband kneels at the end of the bed in the same position he assumed our first night together. I am left breathless by the beauty of it all. Everything about him leaves me in awe. I know it sounds fucking corny as hell, especially coming from me; but Levi really is my other half. The piece of me I had no idea I was missing until he walked into that
It's a fucking internal battle that has slowly been killing me.
“Levi?” Seven's voice snaps me out of my thoughts. I’m partially thankful for it, but she knows I was lost in my mind. Her lips set into a straight line, something she often does when she is deep in thought. I’ve picked up on that since we returned from Vegas.
“Yes, babe.” I still stand at the side of the tub, waiting to get used to the scalding hot water.
“Take me into the spare room tonight,” her voice is quiet. Her words are part command, and part question. Her dominant nature still sits front and center in our relationship, but it is nothing like it was the first night we were together. God, I long for that.
“I don't think that would be a good idea, Seven.” I want it, but I can't bring myself to act on it. She lets out a deep disappointed sigh and starts to get out of the tub. I hate that I’ve made her feel this way. Her feet hit the tile, and she stomps to the towel rack, picking up her plush robe that hangs from the side. I can't meet her eyes, because I know how much I just upset her, and it is secretly fucking killing me inside.
“Levi, you have five fucking minutes to be at the end of the guest bed, kneeling, or you can get the fuck out.” She turns and walks out of the bathroom, slamming the door upon her exit.
What the fuck just happened here?
(Seven)
Fuck this shit. I need a good fucking and I don't care if he’s up for it or not. Sex with Levi is good, if not great, but I have needs that just aren't being fucking met. I’m fucking pregnant, not disabled. I’m not missing an arm, or on bed rest. I’m perfectly fucking fine, and I’m not going to let him treat me like a fucking porcelain doll anymore.
The bathroom door opens and shuts as Levi walks past me, still completely naked. He looks like he wants to pause and say something. I pray he doesn't because I just might fucking backhand him if he does. My patience is gone. These hormones are going to turn me into a fucking homicidal maniac before this baby is born.
The door to the master bedroom shuts, and I can only assume he is following instructions. I pray he is. I think of all the things I want tonight. The strap-on isn't doing it for me lately, although I know how much Levi loves it. Nipple clamps sound absolutely delightful right now. Instead of going after him immediately, I decide to get rid of the robe and dive into my lingerie drawer in search of a little something special.
The pale pink bra is one of the last left I can fit into, I push the cups against my swollen breasts, slide my arms through straps and fasten the back. The panties aren't as easy to find, and soon the entire drawer is emptied on my bedroom floor. Ah! There they are! The matching crotchless panties, garter, and lastly the knee-highs. I spin in the mirror examining every inch of my changing body. But something is missing.
Doing another once over, I figure it out. The fucking heels. My tall, fuck me heels are missing. My feet may hate me in an hour, but I’m not going to give them up, especially tonight. This is make or break for our sex life. I need this. I need us to reconnect on this level again. I fear for our future if we don't.
The heels click down the hallway. I pause at the spare bedroom door, take a deep breath and open the door. My very naked husband kneels at the end of the bed in the same position he assumed our first night together. I am left breathless by the beauty of it all. Everything about him leaves me in awe. I know it sounds fucking corny as hell, especially coming from me; but Levi really is my other half. The piece of me I had no idea I was missing until he walked into that
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