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Forced Marriage

Amelia crushed her lips against his, bringing his mouth down to meet hers, her tongue duelling for control in his heated mouth. "Mm, okay. But, first, I want to make reservations." She almost didn't want to leave. "I want to go to that restaurant we went for on Valentines day. And, we have to make reservations early." She didn't want to get crappy fast food from Mcdonalds. She scrambled around the dresser drawer for her cell phone and pressed speed dial 9. Her favourite restaurant. "Table for two please. In two hours, yes.. nine o'clock should be fine." She had to speak on the phone for a bit longer, explaining that she had connections through the manager. She was a loyal customer and came there almost weekly for dinners, and business lunches. She leaned against him, and answered his question about oral, knowing that the erection poking her thigh was going to end up making her moan sooner or later. "I've never had oral done to me before, but you can try." She encouraged, nibbling on his lip.

She laid back on the bed, spreading her legs, inviting him to try. She weaved her fingers through his hair, and thought the best sex was where deep fucking was involved and no foreplay. Foreplay got in the way. And she just wanted gratification, and that's what sex was with her. So, she had never had a real interest in foreplay. She looked at him, her eyes darkening over with lust, allowing her legs to come over his shoulders, so that he was face to face with her cunt that was currently wet. She was kind of curious what foreplay would feel like. Especially with her husband.
 
Bartiel nodded when she mentioned the resturaunt they went to on Valentine's day. “Alright, their food is pretty nice,” he said to her, smiling. Of course, if she had said McDonalds, he would have(jokingly, of course) kicked her out of bed, being something of a health food nut. For a moment, Bartiel ended up lightly licking her neck as she spoke on the phone, waiting as he looked at his wife's eyes, hesitating until she answered.

When she did, he smiled, nodding a bit. “Alright, then,” he said, very softly moving backwards, letting her get ahold of his hair. Smiling, he looked down at her, lightly licking her pussy. He could taste their cum intermingling. He didn't really like the taste of his own cum, but it hadn't been the first time he'd eaten a girl out after cumming inside of her, although his wife was only the second girl he'd done that to(The first being someone he knew back in high school). After a moment, he smiled, lightly licking the entrance before he leaned his head to the side a little, placing both of his lips against her labia and sucking. His hands worked too, brushing his fingertips gracefully along her thighs as his lips pulled back, blowing on her entrance softly before letting his tounge dart out, rubbing against her clit as his fingertips brushed the outside of her entrance, a soft humming sound on his voice as he worked.
 
Amelia watched her husband work. It was odd, he had been her husband and this was the first time, he had tried to experiment on her. Yes, that is what she was calling it. She grasped his shoulders, using one hand to pull at his strands of hair, moaning loudly. Once he had licked on her clit, she felt a shiver run through her body and down her spine. He was so wicked. She laid her head on the pillow, her legs spread out for him. It seemed like he wasn't giving her a chance to breathe, what with moaning every second. She didn't know if he was gaining pleasure from this but she certainly was. In fact, he didn't even have to eat her out to make her cry out with passion. Just looking at him, sprawled over the bed, his mouth in the position was enough to drench her.

She gripped the bedsheets now, arching her hips to meet his mouth, gasping. Truth be told, she had never had been eaten out before. And, it felt so incredible. She didn't know if it was his skill, if he had experience doing this to another woman before, or if it was just the act of eating her out. It seemed like he was enjoying it, what with his assault on her cunt. When she thought of him doing it to other women, she stiffened, and her eyes darkened over with lust. Well, she had him now, and that's what mattered, right? It was as if he was in her trap now. She ran her fingers over his neck softly, bucking her hips hurriedly, wanting him to give her more and more attention.
 
Bartiel looked up, keeping his eyes gazing towards her as he continued to lick her. One of his favorite parts of a blowjob was watching his partner, so he wondered if she enjoyed the same sort of things. She seemed to, though. Watching her writhe, he continued, softly kissing her, licking her wet cunt, running the tounge along the outside before he grabbed the lips of her pussy and spread them wide, looking down to her. Her pussy was dripping with their juices. Closing his eyes, he ran his tounge along the inside, moving it in a soft circle before slipping it in as deep as he could before pulling his tounge back again to run it along her clit once more.

As he licked her clit, he slowly moved two fingers into her, his middle and his ring finger as his tounge moved in the tiniest of circles on her clit before firmly blowing on her pussy. His free hand used his short fingernails to scratch at her thighs tenderly before he kissed his wife's clit before looking up, looking directly at her eyes. “Look at me,” he whispered, speaking in a manner almost to give her an order, gazing up towards his wife. “Are you happy, my wife?” he asked softly before letting his tounge slowly come down to run along her entrance again.
 
Amelia was lost in the throes of pleasure, bucking her hips. She didn't know why he was taking his sweet, sweet time on her. Her body practically craved for him, and craved for another orgasm. It was just so erotic, just the sight of watching his tongue pump in and out of her cunt. Clutching the bed for support, she moaned loudly, pressing her body as close to his body as close as she could. "My darling.." She echoed these sweetnothings in his ear, almost sounding like a wife, a woman who was equal to her husband. Almost. It was strange. And frightening. She wasn't losing her sense of power. She kept reminding herself that she wasn't. She had to keep assuring herself. She was scared of losing it because that was her role in this marriage.

When he had demanded that she look at him, she looked up. This was what she was talking about. Loss of power. Which is why this wasn't happening ever again. And if it was, she was going to be in charge of the foreplay. "Yes! I'm happy!" She answered in a scream. It wasn't like her. She was usually in control of the intimacy. When it occured, and how it occured. This slow torture wasn't her at all, and she hated it. She hated how he was controlling it, and she hated how good it felt. She bucked her hips furiously, indicating that she wanted him to go faster, and by moving her hips, she had received as much pleasure as she could from him since he was so slow. It irritated her.
 
Bartiel felt that she wanted more, that she wanted him to go faster, feeling her hips move. Gazing upwards towards her, lust clouding his vision, Bartiel pressed his tongue harder against her pussy for a moment, dipping his tounge into her cunt and licking it, moving his tongue faster. His long, slow licking went from a long, slow, torturous licking to agressively lapping away, attacking her clit with his tongue as quickly as he could. He blew against her entrance as his fingers moved in and out of her faster and faster, before he pulled his fingers out, running his tongue along the slit of her entrance, sucking on it hard, moaning into it as he pressed his lips to her wet sex.

“Darling,” he whispered, looking up at her affectionately, smiling sweetly at her. He wanted to keep going until she came at least once, lightly moving down and planting a kiss on her pussy to tease her before running his tongue in a quick circle along her clit for a moment. But he knew she wouldn't stand for this for much longer. “I want to fuck you,” he said, speaking coarsely, a lustful smile on his eyes.
 
Amelia couldn't be bothered by anything else. Finally, he had taken the hint, and started to move faster. Thank god. She gripped a few loose strands of his hair, panting as he took her inside his mouth and assaulted her cunt. She spread her legs more, inviting him inside. She could feel the pleasure increasing, and her orgasm just ahead. She watched him suck and finger her at the same time. It was so delicious. Her eyes were clouding over with lust. "Uh! Bartiel! Bartiel!" She could just imagine what her moans were doing to the cock that laid between his legs. She squeezed her eyes shut, imagining that his dick was pushed in and out of her. She opened them suddenly, and moaned heavily as ate her out furiously. This was more like it. She ran her fingers through his hair, gripping his head and pushing it closer and closer into her cunt.

She screamed out, gripping the bed and came into his mouth, breathing heavily. She wondered what she tasted like, and was in a daze, bucking her hips, riding her orgasm out. She didn't realize that he had been horny, and he hadn't gotten his fill. She grinned, and whispered in his ear, "And, what does my baby want?" As she did this, she ran her fingers into his pubic hair, grasping his dick in her fingers, rubbing the hard length over and over, paying particular attention to the head of his shaft which stood proudly, watching as pre-cum leaked and dropped onto her fingers.
 
Bartiel shuddered as she called out his name, flicking his tongue along her as she pushed his head into her crotch. Her moans were beginning to drive him wild, arousing him more and more as he enjoyed the taste of her pussy. Suddenly, as she came, he groaned happily into her pussy as he opened his eyes, looking at her as she came. He sucked up her cum happily, sucking up her cum as hard as he could, running his tongue along inside of her for a moment before he pulled away, panting softly. His cheeks were blushing, as he remained on all fours, his cock being easily visible, pulsating, the head red.

As she grabbed his dick, he shuddered softly, his cock pulsing once and dribbling precum all over her fingers. Leaning up, he licked her nipple before giving it a tender bite, looking up at her, smiling softly. “I want your pussy,” he said to her, biting her nipple softly. “Your baby wants to be a husband....” he said playfully as he straddled her hips for a moment, using both of his hands to lightly massage her breasts.

“Although I wouldn't mind trying something new...say, have you tried doggy style?” he asked, smiling down at his wife.
 
When her husband had started to straddle her hips, and massage her breasts, she nearly lost it. She gasped, her nipples hardening against his palms. She hadn't really. She preferred missonary because she could see her husband, and see what he was thinking, what he wanted, and everything else. The eyes were the window to his soul. And his soul had been caught making out with a student. Yes, it was a long time ago. No, she wouldn't ever forget it. She was going to learn from his mistake. To answer his question, she just went down on her legs and knees, wanting to feel his dick inside her. Oh my god, she thought, he was taking control. She was listening to him. She thought she was going to have a heart attack. This wasn't happening. But, she secretly wanted to try this new experiment. After dinner, she'd set things straight. Now, she couldn't even see him. She could only feel him. But, that was the whole point in sex, right? To feel it.

His dick had been hard throughout the oral, so she knew and she had seen how red and juicy it looked. God, and it felt so incredible in her wet cunt. That's why she forced him into sex so many times. She stayed in position, thinking and looking up at the clock. Great, an hour left. That meant this would have to be the last time they have sex before dinner. She wasn't losing her reservations, and even if she had to push him off her, they were going to dinner. She smiled, that was more like it. If he thought he could take her power away, he was wrong. She had all the power, she made all the money, it only made sense that she made all the decisions. And yet, she liked when he took charge and when he became more affectionate. She had told him to, was that why he was doing it? She smiled, yes... she was still in charge.
 
Bartiel looked at her, almost shocked as she just...went down on her hands and knees. Biting his lower lip, Bartiel moved behind her, lightly fingering her pussy for just a brief moment before he grabbed himself and pushed into her, giving a very light shudder, closing his eyes. It was true, in that even though he was taking control, she was really in control – she wanted him to initiate sex, so he was doing so. Pushing his cock into her, Bartiel let out a moan as he was able to move deep into his wife's body, closing his eyes as his hands fell onto her hips, pulling her back just a little bit as he pushed forward. This was a position where he had a great deal of control of the movement, where he could push into her and pull back on her hips.

And so he did, pushing forward and pulling back, groaning as the wetness of his cock and her pussy caused a slapping sound as he groaned, pulling back before thrusting again, his balls slapping up against her as his fingers dug lightly into her bdoy, a shiver running up his spine as he went from awkwardly trying a new position to beginning to fuck her hard like a machine, his breath hitching slightly.
 
Amelia gripped the bedsheets as soon as she felt her husband stop experimenting. She was so turned on. She didn't know if it was because he was actually good at it, or because he had a spine for once and took control. Her hair flapped around her as he pounded into her. "Bartiel! Bartiel!" She ended up screaming, chanting out his name, begging him to provide them both with orgasms. Her breasts were now bouncing up and down, her nipples becoming firm and erect. She loved how his pink cock slipped in and out of him, and managed to push back in without hesitation. Confidence was sexy. They had been fucking non-stop today. And, her legs had been spread as an invitation all day. "Uh! Yess!" She hissed out. She knew the maid would need to clean the bedsheets, but at least it was only one set of bedsheets. It was thoroughly coated in their cum.

She heard the slapping of skin against skin. "Uh! FUCK!" She was screaming now, the fucking had elevating into such great amounts of pleasure that she knew she wouldn't be allowed to hold on much longer. He was so good at this, allowing him to move her hips back and forth. This was what she needed, him to take control and for him to move like a machine not like this. He was better at this than with oral, she decided quietly.
 
Bartiel panted as she called his name. Bucking his hips into hers', he moaned, “Amelia,” her name coming from his lips as he felt her body move, feeling her spread legs as he panted. The sound of their bodies slapping together made his pink cock pulse harder, the head in particularly bulging harshly with each pulse and throb, feeling him sliding deep into her body as his cum-covered member seemed to grow hotter and harder. As she called out, Bartiel panted harshly as he reached down, grabbing her legs and pushing on her thighs slightly, to push her a bit lower to the bed as well as to spread her out, fucking her even deeper with his coming pushes.

“Amelia! AMELIA!” He started screaming her name as he slammed into her, grabbing her shoulders as he pulled back on them, pulling her whole body back as he bucked forward, jerking her back with each of his forward thrusts. Lust clouded his mind as his pulsing member felt itself coming closer, growing hotter as he pushed into her, adjusting his angle so he thrusted upwards into her with every push. “Amelia,” he moaned her name again, panting like a dog.
 
It was kind of ironic. She felt like a dog, and he felt like a dog. She giggled, but soon was lost. She loved when his cock pulsed hard inside her. It drove her absolutely crazy. She gripped the sheets, gritting her teeth. She moved her body with his, making sure they were always touching. And in her own weird way, she was being affectionate. She panted, her breasts bouncing up and down, feeling heavier and heavier. She loved when he grabbed her legs and pushed her lower on the bed. She started screaming for him, "BARTIEL! Bartiel! Yes! Oh, god! Baby.." She cried out, and finally screamed out, "I-I'm cumming!" She couldn't hold it, and came all over his throbbing cock. She made sure she rode out her orgasm so he could feel to the greatest extent how much he pleased her, and plus, she knew he liked it when she came all over him.

She rested her head on the pillow, breathing heavily. Sweat gathered down their bodies, especially at his hips. When she put her hands over his hips, she could feel that yes, it was damp. She giggled. Still, she let him grab her and jerk into her because he needed to release or else... he'd be rather uncomfortable and in pain during dinner and she kind of.. loved her husband? Well, she cared about him. It was weird, as if spending more and more time together had given her this new affectionate side. Whatever it is, it was improving her marriage and she definately wanted that.
 
Bartiel panted as she gripped the sheets. Feeling her body rub against his, he moaned wildly, hearing her panting as she screamed for him. â??Nnn! Amelia! Cum on me! Cum all over my cock!â? he barked out, almost ordering her as she came all over him. Panting, he thrusted into her harder and more agressively than ever, feeling his balls tightening, lust clouding over his mind as he moaned, almost screaming out as he pulled her onto his cock, feeling it pulse and throb harder as she rested her head on the pillow. Moaning, he noticed her giggle, smiling very tenderly as he looked down at her, feeling himself pulsing harder. â??Amelia, I...â? he moaned out, before he let words go, and grabbed her hips as tightly as he could before pounding into her.

The sound of their bodies slapping together would be audible throughout the whole room as he moaned loud, gasping as he pushed as hard into her as he could, grinding deep into her and holding her body against his as his cock shot his seed deep into her pussy, pushing deep into her as he moaned, writhing as his back arched, groaning as he clenched his eyes tightly, his fingers digging into her hips as he gasped and moaned, his eyes looking down at her as he panted, looking down at Amelia. Slowly, he pulled his drenched cock from her body and collapsed at her side, reaching over and taking her hand, moaning softly as he laid there, shiverring.
 
Amelia found it so hot when he grabbed her hips, and when he couldn't even voice out in time that he was going to cum. Oh, that was so hot. She loved when he screamed in bed, when it throbbed deep inside her cunt where it belonged. She loved when he ordered her to cum, but only when this was apart of her own intial order. She wasn't going to let him dominate the bedroom. Now, her hair hung limply over her slender body, all messy because they had just had two rounds of sex. She was lazily drawing imaginary circles on his back now, indulging in the afterglow of sex with her husband. It was one of her favourite things to do, and why she craved sex so much. Who would've thought? She pulled their sheets around their bodies, kissing his forehead. She liked being this, kind of like a wife. She loved these intimate moments where they wouldn't even talk, they would just hold each other. She tangled her hand in his hair, slowly slipping her fingers in his slightly damp hair from the sweat, and rubbed her leg around his. She had her head propped up on his chest.

She found it endearing that he wanted to hold her hand after, but gave him this simple request. Maybe this was the beginning. She was slowly allowing him to have some control in their marriage by allowing him to initiate sex, and by giving him some affection. She certainly knew he needed it, and although she wouldn't admit it, she needed it too. She allowed him to cook dinner. So, slowly.. and she knew this was all happening, she didn't mind it in the least. In fact, it gave her more and more satisfaction, knowing that he was happy and that they were becoming more and more like husband and wife.
 
Bartiel's eyes closed as she propped her head against his chest, letting out a soft breath, feeling her hand in his damp hair. Leaning down, he kissed her forehead as she moved close to him. His cock twitched tenderly, having spent itself inside of her twice. Opening his eyes, he smiled at Amelia. He didn't love her, but he certainly didn't hate her, either. If he were to wager how much he liked her, he would say that he liked her as much as a girl whom he'd been dating for a couple months. The way she dominated the relationship made him feel somewhere between secure, indignant, and horny, depending on how she did it, although the indignant feelings, while there, had faded slightly, which was why he agreed not to teach night classes anymore.

As he looked down at her, he wondered what his life would have been like if they hadn't met. Likely he'd have had to abandon his career temporarily anyways, since the dance studio had burned down, and he didn't have a place to stay when that happened. Maybe I should stop being such a pain, he thought to himself as he looked down at Amelia. After all, she seems to care about me... he thought as he wrapped his free arm around her body and pulled her firmly against his own body, leaning in and enjoying her scent as their sweaty bodies pressed together.

Bartiel's eyes closed. Maybe they'd start working on this 'love' thing that people kept bringing up at their wedding.
 
When he had pulled her firmly to her body, she just giggled, and snuggled closer. She liked being cared for, and she liked when he took care of her. Maybe she should let him do it more often. After all, when he cooked, he hadn't burned down the house, and she did care about him. She looked up at him, and saw that he had closed his eyes. He was probably tired. It was a long day. She gently pulled away the arm that was currently around her waist, and pulled the blankets over them so they were warm. In her bedroom, across from the bed, that sat near the window. There was a fire in the fireplace currently at work, that kept them warm. She had remembered how she had saved him from being homeless by proposing some kind of deal. And, he wouldn't have to work. He should be grateful. Instead of having so much financial burder, he could now spend whatever he wanted, and do whatever he wanted with her approval. She had given him a credit card for his own individual needs, not just for emergencies.

They were both benefitting. She had a husband who answered to her needs, and she provided him with everything he needed. As she looked up, where he had closed his eyes, she gently kissed his cheek. "Sweetie, are you tired?" She could cancel on dinner plans. She wasn't that hungry anyways. And she understood. Tonight, she was in a very forgiving, loving mood. It was strange. Sometimes, she was so tired, she'd rather just collapse in bed than go outside to eat, where she had to dress nice, smile, or at least pretend to smile and then come back home and brush her teeth and get ready for bed.
 
Bartiel stretched out a bit, before he felt her pull one of his arms away, opening his eyes to look at his wife before she pulled the blanket over them. Closing his eyes, he gently caressed his wife's back, putting his arm around her again before she kissed his cheek. Looking at her, when she asked if he was tired, he let out a soft chuckle. “Honey, all that sex has me worn out. I'm doing...” he looked at her eyes, noticing something. Normally, he saw a demanding, forceful dominance that demanded his obedience and demanded he put her in front of him. Instead, he saw the affection in her eyes.

Laying his head against hers', he nodded. “I want to stay here with you...although I'm kind of tired. Can we get the cook to make us some dinner?” he asked his wife with a smile. He tended to forget the name of their cook. He remembered all of the maids' names and chatted with them on a regular basis, but he and the cook hated eachothers' guts. It was readily apparent that if Amelia wasn't there to keep them in check, there would have been a cleaver vs. fist brawl more than once in the kitchen. Snuggling his head against Amelia, he smiled at her, before he leaned in. “Amelia, I...” love you were words he wouldn't say, because he didn't say things he was unsure of, but he wanted to say something. “...I'm happy here,” he said, before kissing her lips.
 
Amelia was listening intently, she had closed her eyes too. She had been worn out due to the two rounds of sex they had just had. She was waiting for him to finish his sentence when he stopped. â??Honey, all that sex has me worn out. I'm doing...â? She wondered why he had. Maybe he had forgotten his thought. She was comfortable here, and she didn't even want to get out of bed. She ended up cooing every so often like an infant, drawing imaginary circles on his chest, exploring his body with her eyes, appreciating every curve and crevice that existed. She didn't even want to get up to cancel the reservation. She groaned, reaching for her cell phone, and immeadiately fell back onto his chest, pressing the familiar digits. "I would like to cancel tonight's reservation for.. Yes, I realize that it's short notice. But.." As soon as her name was echoed, she heard a faint apology that was repeated over and over again. She grinned, that was more like it. She loved the power she held in her small hands.

"Can we get the cook to make us some dinner?� Did she have to get out of bed? She groaned, and complained, "Like I want to get out of bed." She threw a pillow at him playfully, but got up and slide on a thin ivory robe, and asked the cook to throw something together. "I'm not picky about it. Just deliver it upstairs. Thanks, you're a doll, James." She knew he had seen them together intimately before, so she wasn't bothered that he would "catch" them in the act. Once he had called her name, she came back into bed, and grinned, "I'm happy too." She was happy, happier than she had been in a long time. And, she found it kind of hot that he wanted control in the kitchen where James, the cook, usually presided.
 
Bartiel gave a weak, apologetic smile as she seemed like she didn't even want to move from where she was. As she ran circles on his body with his fingers, moved her eyes along his body, he smiled, his own eyes tracing along her body as he softly planted kisses on her neck. Once she called to cancel the reservation, Bartiel almost had to frown as he noted the grin on her face. What's she up to now...? he asked himself, but didn't say out loud. However, she seemed not to be plotting anything too evil, so his expression became neutral after a moment, as she asked if she had to get out of bed. “Well, I'm more than willing to have a Deathmatch with James.

When she went to get them food, Bartiel smiled, laying back with a sigh, closing his eyes. Amelia had been in a wonderful mood today, and somehow it put him in a good mood too. When she came back and she said she was happy too, Bartiel nodded, cuddling against his wife with a little bit of a sigh. Closing his eyes, he held his wife closely, listening to her breath. He breathed in quietly, his eyes remaining closed for a minute as he rested, his hand falling to her lower back, before his eyes opened and he looked at her. Examining his wife, Bartiel's eyes remained open for a brief period before they closed again.

Even if they weren't in love, he had truly come to like her over the years, and if given a chance to divorce her and have his old life back, while at the start of the marriage he would have said 'yes', it was times like these that would make him say 'no'.
 
Amelia ran her fingers through his dark hair, and murmured, "Sweetheart? Are we falling asleep already?" It was only 9 PM, they could still catch a movie on TV, or just talk. She held his hand, squeezing it a few times. When food had arrived, she placed a tray between them carefully, and began to feed him some soup and eating some herself. This continued until two bowls of soup had dissapeared and she rang the bell for James to fetch the dishes and clean them. She kissed her way down his neck, sighing against his skin, wrapping her arms around his waist to hug him affectionately. She was certainly tired, but she wouldn't mind sleeping with him or staying up an extra hour or two to watch a movie with him or possibly for some extra foreplay. But, her darling didn't seem like he was up to, he seemed like he was about to doze off.

She curled her body around his for body warmth, pulling the blankets close to them, clutching him and fell asleep in his arms. So, it had been a long day and she underestimated how tired she was normally after sex. She held his hand, letting it lay over her body. Her head was propped up on his chest, murmuring quietly. It didn't take long for her to fall asleep in his arms. It was so comfortable and warm, and she felt safe and secure with her husband in bed.
 
Bartiel blinked as she asked if he was falling asleep. Stretching out, he laid back, giving it a bit of thought. He could stay up a bit longer, but honestly, sleep sounded lovely right now. “Yeah, let's get some rest,” he said quietly, closing his eyes until James arrived. When the cook did, an evil grin came over his eyes as he gave them the two bowls of soup, Bartiel reaching down to grab Amelia's ass as if to say 'Mine', even though in all reality, it was much closer to him being hers'. As she fed him, Bartiel blinked and gave a little bit of a grin, taking the spoonful of soup for the first couple of bites from her, but after that, he took the soup and began to eat himself, When they finished and he felt Amelia's body wrap around his, he grinned, turning to face her and slipping his arms around her waist as they laid down.

Closing his eyes, Bartiel let out a soft breath as he laid on his back, letting her lay somewhat on top of him, letting his chest act as a pillow. He ended up asleep almost as quickly as she did, his chest rising and falling, a tiny snore escaping his lips, as well as a groan. He'd enjoyed Saturday. He'd enjoyed Saturday a lot.
 
Amelia gasped when he had gripped her ass. And truth be told, she was kind of turned on that he was posessive. Maybe he'd get lucky tomorrow too. She was kind of dissapointed that he wanted to sleep but she was slightly tired. And he was warm. She snuggled next to him, pulling the blankets over them. She wasn't as tired as he was, just watching him and hearing him snore and sleep the night away. She wasn't that tired, so she opted for holding his hand, and playing with it. Something sparkled on his hand, and realized it was the silver band that matched her wedding ring. She admired it, and wondered if he ever took it off. She didn't want to know the answer. She feared if she did, it would be the answer she expected, yes. And for whom? She wondered, looking at him. As she glanced at his peaceful face, she realized he couldn't have. He looked so peaceful, and so loving when he was sleeping. She doubted herself. How could he be anything but her sweet little angel?

Soon, she had fallen asleep next to him, dropping the hand she was holding, and pressed it against her waist, to bring her closer to him. She began to snore lightly, indulging in the comfort and warmth he provided, sighing happily. So, this is what it was like to be a married couple. She kind of liked it. Not that she would be crazy enough to admit it outloud of course.
 
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