Chapitre 7: Chapter 7: Make Love
The rushing sound of the water resounded through the bathroom. The water was icy, but Elias took a shower, anyway. Although he hated it, he just had to grit his teeth and do it. He took a shower because he had to govern his feelings and desires, but the hot water did not seem to affect the temperature of his skin.
The cold water of the shower splashed on his back, but it did not extinguish the furious fire in his heart. He gave up and turned off the shower. His body was still wet. So, he wrapped himself securely in a towel, trying to hold the heat from the water in so the aching shivers would not return. Then, he held his erect penis, and it got hard when he imagined pornographic scenes. He tried to recall her body once again.
However, he found that he rarely saw her face when they made love, even though they had been together for many years. They seldom made love, kissed, or even touched. It took her a long time to adapt. When he wanted to make love with her, she did not accept. But if they did, she would passively lay prone on the bed, so he did not know if she was in pain or uncomfortable or not. Because she just stayed in bed, stiff as a poker.
Her voice would be scarcely audible. She wanted to moan out loud, but stopped herself, fearing it would sound stupid. However, they did not plan on having sex, just the kinky snuggles. She grabbed his hand, shoved two of his fingers into her mouth, and deep throated them. After a few minutes of that, she used his hands to lube her thighs up. He slid into her from behind and fucked her senseless.
Although she was on the pill and did not want to risk it, she kindly reminded him to pull out. And his response was, "What, afraid I'm going to knock you up?" She was surprised, and responded with, "Sir, please don't!" and the vibe did a sexy-as-hell 180. They seamlessly shifted into a, 'Don't get me pregnant — No, I'll get you pregnant whether you like it' role play, but be pulled out anyway.
"Becky…" A soft groan came from his throat. This story made him cum almost at once. He still masturbated thinking about it.
He even remembered her in the past. She was so cute and pitiful, just like a baby deer being targeted by a hunter. Sometimes he thought he was not as good as a wild animal. At least the wild animals could mark their mates, but he did not even dare to kiss her back.
He seriously treated her like a soul mate, who will go to the ends of the earth with him. But she avoided him like the plague and sought refuge in silence soon after they got married, and things went downhill from there. She no longer called him 'Eli' as often as she used to. And she called him 'boss' or 'sir', even at home. It was like he would always be her boss, never a lover or husband.
He closed his eyes, and the flashback started.
"Eli…" She was wearing a shower cap and a towel around her waist. She just got out of the shower. She sat on the bed covered with a high-quality scarlet silk bedsheet. Her oval face was so gorgeous. A far-off vision of a smile appeared on her beautiful face. She sat there with her body numb with cold and subconsciously had a cinch on the sheet. Then, she had tears in her eyes as she looked upwards at him.
He could not keep from laughing. She felt a little shy, but he put her at ease. He held her hands, ignoring her when she pulled back slightly once more, and then touching the back of her hands shyly with his fingertips. Then he looked at her with livid bruises. Under the lights, large purplish bruises were blossoming across the pale skin of her legs. He placed his hand against the bruises on her knee, one at a time, matching his long fingers to the patterns. Her bruises cut him to the heart.
"Does it still hurt? How long have you been kneeling there?"
"I don't know," she closed her eyes, shaking her head back and forth with half a smile on her beautiful face, "But I'm okay. Don't worry!"
He hushed up immediately when she looked at him with a twinkle in her eyes. Then, he kneeled down to her, smiled through eyes glistening with tears, and kissed her knee. After the day his father broke his leg to teach him, this fool girl dared to go to the Sophronia Villa and kneel for a day. He thought she was a really dopey child.
He sighed a heavy sigh and literally did not even know what to say to her.
"Eli… that one…" She looked up at him, imploringly, and suddenly her embarrassment and confusion expressed, "Do we need to do that? I mean — make love? My… my p… is dirty."
When he looked at her face reddened with embarrassment, he was soft-hearted. He felt that this woman in front of him was the most naïve and pure. His heart overflowed with love.
"It's not dirty at all. Very nice and I love that."
"Really?"
He did not respond, only replied with a kiss.
"Eli… no… uh… wait!"
"Not now, babe."
Elias remembered the way she begged him, moaned, and scratched his back. He missed her frightened eyes because of panic, confusion, and sexual indulgence. He felt they were so hard and silly, but now it had become a beautiful nostalgia.
He shook his head, coming back to the present. He had stood in the cold bathroom for a long time. It was time to go out; he thought. Then, he sighed a heavy sigh, which startled her standing silently outside the door. She did not even dare to move.
The rushing sound of the water resounded through the bathroom again. Until she heard the water heater work, she finally smiled a bitter smile. Well. it just so happened, she did as well. He volunteered to jerk off himself, but he did not want to make love with her.
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