I stand there looking at myself in the mirror, not believing that it is me. I look almost unrecognizable, and so much different from my first wedding.That day is was said, but now I can't stop smiling.I feel so happy, knowing that I am about to marry a man that I truly love and he feels the same way.I do a little twirl and smile to myself.Thinking that I am a lucky girl.My make-up is down naturally. My hair is in deep curls, as it is now past my shoulder.It had a tiara stick in there and my wedding dress was the best of all.It is perfect."Ok, just one last thing and I'll have you walking down the isle," my stylist says.I do another twirl and smile at her."Ready?" Marcus ask, coming into the room."Two minutes."Marcus holds his hands over his heart."You look like a dream." He then wipes away fake tears."Thank you, you were the one who helped me make the right choice on this dress.""Honey, no need to thank me."But it is Marcus suggestion that saved me from a break down.T
It was Christmas eve, and here I am with a large tree and enough ornaments to decorate the entire house.Ruby-Jo is fast asleep, so she won't even get to experience this. But they again, she won't know what is happening, so Millie was right. She won't remember.But at least this is a tradition we can share, and not to mention the smile that spear across her face when I show her the things I got.I struggle inside with the tree, then had to bring it had outside to chop the tip off because it is too large."No, don't throw it away." Millie rushes forward. "We can have a second tree." She smiles.I shrug and again, we are heading inside.As we get to decorating, Millie's laughter and singing fills which ever room we are I at the moment.She stick to ornaments in her ears and dances around.I like this side of her, I live it in fact. My wife, silly and carefree foe the most part.After seeing that we are not getting anywhere, we leave the maids to it so we can go eat.Then she suggest som
Again, I find myself being seduced by my wife and this time Millie is dressed in a sexy red night gown.I can see through the material and see that she isn't wearing anything beneath. "Hey," she says. Coming further into my office."Millie." I nod, raising a brow at her.She gives me a cheeky smile."What you doing?" She asks."Sending a few emails."She nods."Ok, I'm going to bed. I guess I'll see you there if I'm not asleep yet."After saying that, she lingers back a bit, bats her lashes at me and leaves.I Sigh, knowing what she is trying to do and I like a love struck fool buy into it.When I get to our bed room, Mille is setting up in bed."That was quick.""Yes, I got tried." I lied.I move to her aide of the bed, sit down and ask."What are you doing Millie?""What do you mean?" She tries to hide her smile."By wearing this, are you trying to seduce me?""You're my husband, I don't think I need to do that."I nod to myself, lean forward and give her a soft kiss and just as exp
I am dying to touch Millie, so when she pushes harder on my hand, I didn't have it in me to stop her.Holding my breath, I let her hand move mine to where she wants it to go.I guess she is only teasing me, because instead of pushing it into her panties, she lifts her leg just slightly and push my hand until it rests just on her sex.I can feel her wetness through them, she is wet for me. Which is something I miss feeling after almost two months of not being able to be buried deep inside her.I close my eyes tight, knowing that either two things can happen tonight.I can either can her pregnant for the second time in a short space, or I might hurt her."Tell me you want me, Asher." Her voice comes out in a whisper. Instead of saying it, I'll just show it. I grip a fist full of her panties and rip it off her.She gasps in shock, then moans."Do I really have to say it?" I ask.I toss the now ruin underwear aside, then place my hand back on her sex."Can you handle this?" I ask, my voic
Finally, it is now the two months mark. More like two months and five days since having Ruby-Jo. I had no idea I had to wait so long before having sex again but as to what the doctor said. I had , and it would need a long time to heal. Well, now it is Wednesday and finally the end of the two months. Some days I was almost going insane, I never thought I would see this day. I am horny and in bad need of my husband, who is at work. Maybe he is hiding from me or just preparing himself, but either way I need sex and I know he does too. I’d never in my life told a guy I want to have sex with them as much as I’d told Asher. In the beginning, I had thought my constant pressure was affecting him and he’d soon fold, but nope. Asher is nothing if not in control of his emotions. He had slept right next to me every night without me having to ask for it again. If I went to bed earlier than him, he always found his way right beside me soon after, he never touched me the way I was dying for him
“We’ll be around back if you need me. And please, Noah. Don’t need me.’’ He sticks his tongue out. ‘’Only if this place turns into a war one.’’ “Who said I wanted to come to the back with you?” Asher murmurs into my ear, amused. I barely manage to stop a shiver. “I’m saying it because you should want to—all the time, regularly. Just a friendly reminder from a wife to her husband.” Kurt looks up from the paper he is scribbling on and straightened “Hey, man.” ‘’What are you doing here?’’ I ask him. ‘’I er…’’ ‘’Never mind.’’ I shake my head, knowing that it must be because of Samantha. ‘’Hey there, Asher.’’ Kurt tries again. Asher nods and they formally shakes hands. For some reason, he hasn’t warmed up to Kurt yet. I lean against Asher’s arm, our hands still tightly clasped. “Can he have a minute alone with me, Kurt? I told him a million times that it’s not appropriate in the office, but he just looks at me…” I peer up at Asher and looks at his usual frowny face with a happ
“That word, babe just about killed me, Asher.” “You’re trying to distract me,” he mutters, and I smile because it is exactly what I am doing and it is working perfectly. I tilt my head to the side and take a big breath before going in again. No one had ever kissed me like Asher does, sure it hadn’t been much guys who have had the pleasure to search my mouth with their tongue, and I don’t think I ever want to find out if there is anyone else out there who could. “Why would I do that?” I whispers, my lips still touching his. I bite my lip. “Don’t get angry, I’m not saying we should act on it, but I really want you, Asher. Just so you know, it has been two months since I had our baby. I am so horny for you, I need to feel you again.” I feel his smile against my mouth and then his warm chuckle. The sound makes my heart sigh in happiness. “Really? I had no idea. You only say and text it every day, a couple times a day.” “And you never say it, or text it, or do it.” “Because I can
THERE iS a small knock on the door before it cracks open. “Millie?” ‘’Why are you knocking? We sleep in the same room.’’ I narrow my eyes. Then again, if you don’t want to have sex with me don’t come in,” I warn the only person who could be knocking on the door. Despite my warning, he opens it and stands there in all his glory. Same suit, same everything, face and frown and all. I stand there in my thankfully matching green bra and panties. I am standing with the towel in my hands, and I keep standing there as his hungry eyes takes in every inch of my half-naked body. I have hips now, but I like them. I like that there is more curve to me, a curve that love the touch of his hands. My boobs are much bigger from giving birth, but Asher doesn’t seem to mind. I’ve never been happier to have almost C cups now as I’ve been when I caught his eyes on them a time or two. In any case, we stand just like that, him in the doorway with eyes glued to me, me in the middle of the room with my b
Asher lustfully licks at my skin. When he quickens his pace just a fraction, I suck in a breath of air. “Shit.” “You’ll come again.” “Always giving orders,” I murmur, all my focus on the spot where we become one. “It wasn’t an order, Millie, just pointing out the obvious.” He buries his face in my neck and pinches my nipple, his thrusts uncompromising. I release something between a gasp and a groan. God, the strength of him holding me, it is just as powerful as his Thrusts. I loosen my hold on his wrist and splay my hand on top of his, silently telling him I want more pressure. “I’ll bruise you,” he whispers. “I want you to,” I whisper back, turning my head and pressing my forehead against his hot throat. “Why?” “I want everything from you, Asher, everything and more. I want you to leave a mark on me.” It is nothing more than a breathy statement that has a double meaning as I realize I am seconds away from another orgasm. “Open your mouth,” he orders, moving his head bac
The second his lips gives mine a break, Asher goes for my ears, licking and nipping his way down my throat to my boobs. I arch my back, offering myself to him. He latch onto my nipple with his mouth and start sucking with deep, sensual pulls as his other hand moves to caress and knead the other, getting it ready for the same treatment. I let my head drop back and tangled my fingers through his hair, gripping tight. My heart feels like it is beating in my throat, my pulse all over the place. There is one thing I am sure of: I would never forget Asher and his touch in this lifetime. When he sucked my nipple into his mouth deeper and harder than I am expecting him to, I have to steady myself with one hand curling around the hard muscle of his shoulder as I try my very best to catch my breath. Never in my life have I come from just that, but I am surprisingly close. “Asher,” I murmur on an exhalation as he hum and sucked my nipples, sending electricity all over my body. I am not sur
Releasing my breath, I lay there and cry my eyes out, wishing this would be easier. I wipe my tears, looking out the window. The door opens and I feel like just yelling at him, it seems as if he is just torturing me. Asher gets into bed beside me. ‘’I’m sorry.’’ His hand soon drops across me and as much as I want the comfort, I can’t let me play with my emotions like this. He moves his hand then start stroking my waist and then my arm. “Talk to me?” He kisses my neck How can I think of anything when he is touching me? “I’m not sure if you’ve noticed but I have nothing to say to you. This is all so confusing and I hate how you are with me at times.’’ I pause, thinking about what to say. ‘’I don’t like mind games and it feels just like that. You want me, you hate me. You are all loving then you are arrogant.’’ ‘’All of this is new to me Millie.’’ ‘’And don’t you think it is the same for me? I got married, lost my virginity and had a baby all in a year. Do you think I wanted
Releasing my breath, I lay there and cry my eyes out, wishing this would be easier. I wipe my tears, looking out the window. The door opens and I feel like just yelling at him, it seems as if he is just torturing me. Asher gets into bed beside me. ‘’I’m sorry.’’ His hand soon drops across me and as much as I want the comfort, I can’t let me play with my emotions like this. He moves his hand then start stroking my waist and then my arm. “Talk to me?” He kisses my neck How can I think of anything when he is touching me? “I’m not sure if you’ve noticed but I have nothing to say to you. This is all so confusing and I hate how you are with me at times.’’ I pause, thinking about what to say. ‘’I don’t like mind games and it feels just like that. You want me, you hate me. You are all loving then you are arrogant.’’ ‘’All of this is new to me Millie.’’ ‘’And don’t you think it is the same for me? I got married, lost my virginity and had a baby all in a year. Do you think I wanted
He also kisses me. I don’t know why I am so surprised, but he kisses me so many times. Every time he leans forward and I feel his lips moving against mine, asking for entrance, my heart lose its steady rhythm and I felt excitement bubbling up inside me, the kind of excitement you don’t know how to hold in, an excess of happiness. I love it. I completely fell for him, I don’t know when but here I am acting like a shy little school girl to a man I am already married to. But this is the most perfect date I’ve ever had in my life. My husband is perfect. With all his arrogance and prickliness, Asher, the once player is perfect for me. He isn’t what I have had in mind or even what I have wanted for myself, but he is perfect and already mine, truly mine. There is no doubt of that in my mind. ****** I wake in the middle of the night, finding Asher spooning me. I guess things are back to normal for us, the first two to three weeks after giving birth he would act as if I have the plague.
I sit down, and he takes his spot across from me. He looks at me for a long moment before he let out a long breath. “You take my breath away, Millie Thomas.” There goes my own breath. That is as real and as perfect as it gets. “Is this one of those times?” “Yes.” Clearing my throat, I lean my elbows on the table and rest my head on my hands. “That’s a good start. Keep going.” He smiles then his eyes slowly drops to my boobs. ‘Finally!’ I thought. “I thought I told you to cover yourself up, head to toe.” “And I listened to you,” I agree easily. “I wore my coat, my scarf, my gloves, my beret. I wore everything I could wear.” “Nice try,” he counter, shaking his head. “It’s freezing out there, you’re going to get sick.” “I won’t. It’s all cozy and warm and perfect in here.” A kid who barely looks sixteen drops off our menus, cutting into our conversation. I drop my elbows from the table and start checking out the options. The kid next to us is chattering away and making
“Take as much time as you need. I’ll wait for you downstairs.” “Okay. Promise I won’t be long. You can keep the maid’s company.” “Yes. How did I not think of that? I’ll just go do that.” When I can’t see him anymore, I shout after him from my perch on the stairs. “What should I wear? What kind of date is it?” “It’s a date—what else do you need to know? And I don’t care what you wear as long as you cover yourself up, neck to toe.” I do exactly that. I wear a red dress that isn’t too flashy. Short sleeves, open V neck, a relax fabric that gently hugs both my boobs and my hips and ends just above my knees. I quickly dry my thick hair and straightened it. I do my makeup, focusing heavily on the eyes. I wear my thick black coat and wrap my scarf around my neck, also donning my black leather gloves. Grabbing my cream ribbed beret from the top shelf of my closet, I put it on my head and walk out of the room in a hurry. I can’t exactly run yet because too much movement still caus
THERE iS a small knock on the door before it cracks open. “Millie?” ‘’Why are you knocking? We sleep in the same room.’’ I narrow my eyes. Then again, if you don’t want to have sex with me don’t come in,” I warn the only person who could be knocking on the door. Despite my warning, he opens it and stands there in all his glory. Same suit, same everything, face and frown and all. I stand there in my thankfully matching green bra and panties. I am standing with the towel in my hands, and I keep standing there as his hungry eyes takes in every inch of my half-naked body. I have hips now, but I like them. I like that there is more curve to me, a curve that love the touch of his hands. My boobs are much bigger from giving birth, but Asher doesn’t seem to mind. I’ve never been happier to have almost C cups now as I’ve been when I caught his eyes on them a time or two. In any case, we stand just like that, him in the doorway with eyes glued to me, me in the middle of the room with my b
“That word, babe just about killed me, Asher.” “You’re trying to distract me,” he mutters, and I smile because it is exactly what I am doing and it is working perfectly. I tilt my head to the side and take a big breath before going in again. No one had ever kissed me like Asher does, sure it hadn’t been much guys who have had the pleasure to search my mouth with their tongue, and I don’t think I ever want to find out if there is anyone else out there who could. “Why would I do that?” I whispers, my lips still touching his. I bite my lip. “Don’t get angry, I’m not saying we should act on it, but I really want you, Asher. Just so you know, it has been two months since I had our baby. I am so horny for you, I need to feel you again.” I feel his smile against my mouth and then his warm chuckle. The sound makes my heart sigh in happiness. “Really? I had no idea. You only say and text it every day, a couple times a day.” “And you never say it, or text it, or do it.” “Because I can