Novel & Cerita Mi Esposa Dormida

Neil immediately pushed her away and said, "Mia, do you know what you are doing?" Mia winked at him and said with a smile, "My husband is too delicious. I want to have a bite."

Do I look sexy in this" pushing the door open to his suite room, he was met with the most unexpected scene, with sprawled legs on both sides of the bed, a book in her hands, in a flowy lacy thin white gown which stuck dangerously to her body, doing absolute justice to her perfectly rounded boobs which poked out dangerously through the see-through night gown, his long distance wife was right there, on the bed. She finally looked away from the book which was seated on both palms of her hands, she tucked it aside and then raised her head up, her eyes meeting his. "Missed me, dear husband?"

We held a grand wedding that was widely reported in the news. “I finally managed to catch up to you.” We kissed on the tallest building and welcomed our new married life. After that, I spent most of my time on my research. After my research passed the first round of clinical trials, I was stoked to share the good news with her. But then, I saw her sleeping with her assistant.

I ask. She nods. " Can you handle Maria while I'm running errands?" I laugh. "I can handle my wife, Madre...She just needs to sleep." "Mmm hum....I'm not a child....I can handle myself.". Maria said as she came in behind Madre, drying her hair with a towel. She sat down on the couch and grabbed her laptop. "I can entertain myself with fucking school work." Madre laughs. "Not a child." I give her a look, and she shakes her head. "I'll be back in an hour." She blows her kisses and leaves.

If only I wasn’t so obsessed with her or needed her like my next breath. “Little mouse…” I called softly as I cupped her face and brushed my thumb on her bottom lip. “Wake up, little mouse.” When I didn't get any response, I stood up and went to the bathroom. I pulled out my handkerchief and soaked it under the water from the tap. After rinsing out the extra water, I went back outside and then slowly wiped her face. “Mila…” I said when her eyes fluttered. “Wake up, moglie.” (pr. Moyie. Wife in Italian.)

~Lianna Black~ Waking up alone in bed is not how I pictured my first day as Mrs. Ace Romano would be. My frown disappeared when I saw a single red rose on the bedside table. Reaching for the note under it, I pulled the duvet on my naked body and smiled at reading Ace’s neat handwriting. ~Mia moglie, (my wife) I had to do some errands for the business. I wish to get back before you wake up, if not, know that I’m eager to get in that bed with you – naked.

The second time we made love even more intense than the first, and we did for hours, which gave me orgasm after orgasm before taking my own pleasure. I bite my lips, my life would change in one day - I will be Jordy's wife. Suddenly, the door opens and a familiar woman sweeps in with a feather duster, mincing about the room, talking in a broad accent. "Missy, you and my master slept together? Oh, how these newlyweds carry on. And each time you two have a spat, very soon get back together." I look at her in consternation, not sure of the right things to say, or how to act. "Yeah."

Patience is a virtue. I will make her just like my ma! Perfect in everything. With these thoughts I entered inside my room which is now ours. The room is dimly lit to give it a romantic vibe. It is perfect for our wedding night. I was expecting my wife to be waiting for me on the bed like an ideal wife should do. But what I saw irritated me to the core. There she was sleeping carelessly. Who the fuck sleeps on their wedding night? I walked towards her to wake her up and demand answers from her but when I looked at her face I could not do it.

He was in deep sleep so I slowly kissed his forehead and tried to sleep. Next morning I woke up with sun rays disturbing my sleep... I tried to turn to my other side so I could sleep without any disturbance but I couldn't turn. I was caged. I was caged by something heavy. I opened my eyes and looked at it. I was shocked. I was not caged by some chains but my dear husband caged me in his tight embrace. I looked at his face. He slept like a baby. While sleeping he looks so innocent and handsome. I want to ruffle his hair.

I might not be holding my wife in my arms again. ~ Intending to explain everything to Rylee, I stirred awake, only to find myself cuffed in the bed. Sleep instantly abandoned me when I opened my eyes. My wife’s weight kept me down, her legs caging my torso while she smiled shyly. “Ready?” she asked, the pink stain on her cheeks deepening. “Ready?” I echoed, brows creasing. She nodded. “Hm-hm,” her thick lashes fluttering. “I want to apologize…. mio marito,” she bit on her lower lip, fingers spanning on my bare chest. “Properly apologize.” (my husband)