LOGINCarly“Come home early today, I’ll make dinner for us,” Arthur said, turning the wheel to stop the car in my private parking space. After breakfast, he asked to take me to work, and of course, I refused. It was too intimate, not in a sexual way but in the heart way. Arthur driving me to work was too passionate so I refused him. But unlike before, he wasn't ready to let me this time. “Do you really want to leave by yourself?” He asked, his eyes boiling into mine like I don't leave for work myself. But his looks have ignited something in me; it has crumpled with the fire that Arthur had set in me at night, and that was how I was left rubbing my legs together under the table. And this didn't pass his eyes. He had suddenly moved away from the counter to stand beside me on the table. The egg I had wanted to swallow had suddenly turned too thick, too huge for me to take in. “With those legs?” He had pointed to my legs rubbing together, and trust me, I wasn't wearing any panties as I w
Carly My legs shook as he sucked on my entrance, sloppy, teeth glazing, I moved back at the pleasure but he held me tight, immobilizing my movement. “Isn't this what you want, wife? So why are you moving,” he whispered, his mouth teasing my pussy lips, I jerked forward. “Mm–mm, Art–thur,” I cried out, throwing my head backward, against the bed as he sucked more, deeper, devouring me like his last dessert. My eyes tear, flowing to my ears, but Arthur doesn't stop. Sloppy sounds filled the room, my thighs trembled, shaking against him, and I felt close, like I was going to release and then he moved out, his eyes locking on mine.“We aren't going to let you reach now, we are just getting there so hold on babe.” He moved down, placing a kiss. “Arthur,” I whined, breathing heaving, feeling neglected as his sudden dismissal of letting me reach my height. “Soon, baby.” He whispered back to me and then he pulled my shirt. “I’ll take it off now.” I don't comprehend before my back is li
Carly Maybe that was all he needed because he grabbed my neck, his mouth took mine, in a hot, messy, insane kiss. Teeth clashed, and I moaned. “Tell me, Carly, what do you want? How do you want me?” He murmured against my mouth, sucking the skin, as his hands moved, fumbling against the hem of my gown. His hands moved deep, against my skin, my thigh, waist, setting flame in the already fire coashing through my body. “I..I want you, Arthur,” Like a broken record, I spoke, feeling dumb, incoherent thoughts out of my reach. “I know, so tell me how you want me, where you want me.” He spoke against my neck, slowly, teeth nibbling as he trailed downward to my chest. “Ah..” I knew he could hear the frantic beating of my heart. My legs trembled as he kissed downward, his mouth pushing off the strips of my gown. I lost control of my neck as it moved backward, pleasure blinding my eyes as he kissed my swell, suck on them, hard enough to leave a hickey. Like he wanted to leave one. To
Carly My neck reddened, realising what I was putting on. I wanted to facepalm my face looking at the little baby yellow gown, I had slipped into, thinking I won’t be leaving the room and going back to sleep. Sitting on the bed, the gown has moved to my upper thigh, my legs are open and bare to him, and Arthur’s eyes don't hesitate to linger on them. And when his eyes turned to me, I swallowed. His gaze sent shivers down my spine, to my stomach, lustful, as if I was his meal, one he wanted to devour at one swipe. I could feel sweat spreading in my hands and I placed them on the bed. Why was everywhere so hot all of a sudden? I opened my mouth to speak. “Uh, I wanted to ask about your mother.” I gained my voice as I said. “You said she wasn't so good, so, I figured, that I should speak to you about her,” My voice softened. Knowing it was a sensitive matter, I was careful not to upset his mood. Arthur’s eyes which had moved to look at me, stilled as if studying me. He couldn't
Carly I had to tap Arthur to release, before he did and I didn’t wait to hear him before I ran to my room, afraid of what I had done. I leaned on the door, resonating with everything that happened down there. I wasn’t expecting Athur to apologize. God, I wasn't even expecting myself to act that way. But it was already done. I sighed deeply, picking up my bag which I had dropped once entering the room, and I entered my closet. Changing my clothes, before entering the bathroom to shower. The day has been filled with drama. One starting from Mateo being in my company and then following him to the river and now Arthur. Slipping into my night gown, I packed my hair in a ponytail, then moved to sit on the massaging chair at the end of the room. I allowed my body to relax. Like a movie, everything Arthur said flowed in. I stopped. Arthur had said he was out of the state, because of his mother. I wasn’t even aware of that, I’d thought he had so much to work on at the company. That’s
Carly 10:26pm? That was exactly what the time said before I stepped out of my office to the elevator. My brows tightened. “Are you stalking me?” I asked in disbelief. The only way he knew was if someone was watching me. Arthur frowned, his eyes almost turning into slit. “That wasn't the answer to my question, Carly. Where have you been?” His voice deepened this time. Though I was finding it attractive, there was a surge of anger boiling at the depths of my roots. “I believe, I don't owe you an explanation of where I have been. So, answer me, are you stalking me?” I already knew the answer. There was no other way for him to have known. Now we were playing a game of tug where neither was ready to yield to the other. Arthur pulled back his hair, clearly annoyed. “Why the fuck are you asking me that instead of answering my God damn question? You don't owe me an explanation?” He scoffed, his eyes rolling back. He was pissed.“You are my fucking wife Carly, and you are coming home







