her. I took my time, lazily pumping into her at a slow and steady rhythm. We moved together slowly, letting our bodies leisurely build towards climax. It was perfect. Our hips rocked together unhurriedly, until we both shuddered with our own release. We fit in every way. She was my home, where I belonged.
I winced when I pulled out of her, feeling the loss of her around me all the way to my bones. Kissing her shoulder softly once more I rolled to my back, stretching out, completely content. I wanted to hold onto that feeling but I wasn't sure how. Everything had been so intense last night as if neither of us could keep it bottled up for another second. But in the light of day, once the lustful haze of this morning’s activities cleared, all the ramifications of what we'd done snapped back to slap me in the face.
It wasn't just the two of us in a room together. There were other people to consider—our families—Eddie. Lead filled my stomach at the thought of him. He was my brother in every sense of the word, and I’d have to find a way to make him understand because the alternative was not something I wanted to consider. There was no way we could go back to the way things had been; we’d all but spoken the words as we made love last night and this morning. Because that’s exactly what it had been—love. I’d worshiped her body last night and cherished it this morning. There was no denying my heart as I looked to the other side of the bed and took in her beauty—my wife.
“Frankie, we ne—” I started, wanting to ease any worry she may have, but she interrupted me.
“Don’t make it awkward,” she said quickly, pushing out of my arms and sitting up in the bed.
My heart shuddered, and I sat up. For some reason I didn’t want to be lying down for this conversation if she wasn’t with me; something told me it would put me at a disadvantage.
“Tha—” I started to respond, but once again she cut me off.
“Stop, really. I don’t want to have this conversation, there’s nothing to even talk about.”
“There’s not,” I replied in a monotone voice, sounding much less like a question than I’d meant it to. My stomach was sinking; the elation I’d felt when I’d first woke up quickly dissipating.
“Nope,” she agreed and then continued her rationalization without letting me respond. “It was just built up sexual frustration. You’ve been overseas and I’ve been too busy with school to have any sort of social life. We’re mature adults and it was just sex. It’s not like it meant anything; we were just two friends scratching an itch.”
Anger burned in my gut. She really didn’t give a shit. There wasn’t even a hint of vulnerability in her face. She was stone cold. I felt ice run through my veins, so apparently all the waxing-poetic shit running through my head a minute ago was completely one-sided.
“Right,” I nodded standing up and pulling on my jeans. “Do me a favor?” I asked over my shoulder.
“Sure, what’s up?” she asked adjusting the sheets around herself in an effort to cover up the body that I’d just been inside. More than anything, that move infuriated me.
“Let’s keep this under wraps; Eddie would be pissed,” I called out pulling my shirt over my head.
“Why would Eddie be pissed?” she asked slowly.
“Because we agreed neither of us would touch you, and obviously,” I said scanning her up and down, “I did.” It was a dick move and I knew it, but her attitude pissed me off, and for a minute, I just wanted to make her feel as shitty as she’d made me feel.
Her mouth dropped open in shock for just a moment, then her eyes narrowed and she started to scream. “Are you fucking kidding me? You guys made an agreement like I was fucking property?”
Shit.
“We just—”
“No! Fuck you, Enzo. Get the fuck out of my house!” she screamed, climbing from the bed and dragging the sheet along with her. She shrieked profanities at me while pushing me
I winced when I pulled out of her, feeling the loss of her around me all the way to my bones. Kissing her shoulder softly once more I rolled to my back, stretching out, completely content. I wanted to hold onto that feeling but I wasn't sure how. Everything had been so intense last night as if neither of us could keep it bottled up for another second. But in the light of day, once the lustful haze of this morning’s activities cleared, all the ramifications of what we'd done snapped back to slap me in the face.
It wasn't just the two of us in a room together. There were other people to consider—our families—Eddie. Lead filled my stomach at the thought of him. He was my brother in every sense of the word, and I’d have to find a way to make him understand because the alternative was not something I wanted to consider. There was no way we could go back to the way things had been; we’d all but spoken the words as we made love last night and this morning. Because that’s exactly what it had been—love. I’d worshiped her body last night and cherished it this morning. There was no denying my heart as I looked to the other side of the bed and took in her beauty—my wife.
“Frankie, we ne—” I started, wanting to ease any worry she may have, but she interrupted me.
“Don’t make it awkward,” she said quickly, pushing out of my arms and sitting up in the bed.
My heart shuddered, and I sat up. For some reason I didn’t want to be lying down for this conversation if she wasn’t with me; something told me it would put me at a disadvantage.
“Tha—” I started to respond, but once again she cut me off.
“Stop, really. I don’t want to have this conversation, there’s nothing to even talk about.”
“There’s not,” I replied in a monotone voice, sounding much less like a question than I’d meant it to. My stomach was sinking; the elation I’d felt when I’d first woke up quickly dissipating.
“Nope,” she agreed and then continued her rationalization without letting me respond. “It was just built up sexual frustration. You’ve been overseas and I’ve been too busy with school to have any sort of social life. We’re mature adults and it was just sex. It’s not like it meant anything; we were just two friends scratching an itch.”
Anger burned in my gut. She really didn’t give a shit. There wasn’t even a hint of vulnerability in her face. She was stone cold. I felt ice run through my veins, so apparently all the waxing-poetic shit running through my head a minute ago was completely one-sided.
“Right,” I nodded standing up and pulling on my jeans. “Do me a favor?” I asked over my shoulder.
“Sure, what’s up?” she asked adjusting the sheets around herself in an effort to cover up the body that I’d just been inside. More than anything, that move infuriated me.
“Let’s keep this under wraps; Eddie would be pissed,” I called out pulling my shirt over my head.
“Why would Eddie be pissed?” she asked slowly.
“Because we agreed neither of us would touch you, and obviously,” I said scanning her up and down, “I did.” It was a dick move and I knew it, but her attitude pissed me off, and for a minute, I just wanted to make her feel as shitty as she’d made me feel.
Her mouth dropped open in shock for just a moment, then her eyes narrowed and she started to scream. “Are you fucking kidding me? You guys made an agreement like I was fucking property?”
Shit.
“We just—”
“No! Fuck you, Enzo. Get the fuck out of my house!” she screamed, climbing from the bed and dragging the sheet along with her. She shrieked profanities at me while pushing me
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