I'm Sorry, Darling
It wasn't like before when we could be as uninhibited as we pleased.
Yet my husband enjoyed the way I moaned, so his request was more about moderating the volume than stopping entirely.
"Darling, I still want more…" I murmured after catching my breath, feeling unsatisfied. But when I turned my head, I saw Gordon had already put on his pants, preparing to leave for work again.
Gordon had been incredibly busy lately—he practically lived at the office. This time he only came home because it was my ovulation period, and we were only trying to conceive.