Chapter 36
Avidya
I was full of excitement at what was to come. I needed him like I needed air to breathe. Since living with Zachariah, and the first time he took me in his bed, I couldn’t get enough of him. I would never have enough of him. I loved sex with him and only him.
He was the only man that could cause my heart to flutter with one simple look. My husband was the only man that ever knew me so personally.
Laying on my front, I pushed my ass into the air, drawing his attention to the task at hand as he slowly ran his hand down my back, across my ass cheeks, and to the junction between my thighs. I had my head lying on my folded hands on the bed, as instructed. I moaned, when he stuck a finger into me, and I clamped down around him.
“Stay,” he said as he left me where I was, naked on the bed and dripping with arousal before moving to the dresser where a few toys were laid out.
He came back a few seconds later and after setting the things down next to me, he began to massage my back, loosening any knots that might be there. There weren’t that many but it was relaxing anyway, I closed my eyes, loving the feel of him making me feel so relaxed. He has always taken care of me since I came to live with him.
“Are you sure about this, Avidya?” Zachariah asked as he reached the top of my butt cheeks, right were my hips met, massaging me and making me moan.
“Absolutely,” I whispered out. “I’ve waited too long for this.”
“Okay,” Zachariah said calmly. He always asked before trying something new to make sure I was all for whatever we had planned before going through with it. “Be right back, I’m gonna put some music on.”
I kept my eyes closed as he plugged his iPhone into the speaker that was set up across the room.
“Just to make sure you understood, this is not a scene but you can use the safe words if you need at any time. The words are yellow if you need me to slow down and red if you need me to stop. I will go slow, but you have to tell me if I hurt you. It may be a bit uncomfortable after a while,” Zachariah said as he helped flip my body over so I looked up at his him. His eyes were alight with need.
“Understood, sir,” I moaned, not able to help but be in a submissive zone when it came to trying something new.
He was right when he said I was a perfect woman for him.
His mouth crashed to mine in a heated frenzy, and I didn’t disappoint him in returning the kiss.
Before I could lace my fingers through his soft hair, he took ahold of both my wrists, pinning them above my head by one hand. His other hand trailed down my body slowly, leaving a fiery trail of desire in its wake.
“So eager,” Zachariah said. I could feel my lower belly tighten and warm. I wanted him now more than ever.
“For you,” I breathed out as his hand slowly made its way down to my wet core.
He slipped a single finger into me, causing me to grasp out a breath once more. I never could understand how he knew my body so well.
He brought me near orgasm before withdrawing his fingers leaving me a whimpering mess. He left the bed, leaving me alone for a moment.
I couldn’t lie still, needing friction and wanting release.
“Turn over again,” he stated, pulling away far enough so I could do as he commanded. “I want to spank that ass.”
Zachariah made sure I was stable enough in my kneeling position, having enough strength to keep my ass in the air. My head hung down slightly as I waited for what he’d do next.
I didn’t have to wait long before one smack landed on my ass cheek. I couldn’t help but lean into the pain, wanting more.
It didn’t hurt, but it was what I needed. I needed that slight shock to help my body destress.
“You okay?” Zachariah asked.
“Yes,” I answered, pushing back against him, silently asking for more.
Faster, he gave me a few more swift swats before quickly lining himself up.
In one fluid motion, he slipped into me. We both moaned out as one as he stilled.
Slowly he slid in, little by little, letting me get accustomed to his size. Once he was all the way in, he stayed still, letting me get use to him being there. It burned at first as I adjusted to the size of his cock in me. It had been a while since we played. Too long.
Feeling ready, I gave the okay to Zachariah and he began to slowly, and lovingly, move out, then back in, slowly letting me get used to the fullness of him.
As one hand held my hip tightly, his other hand went to my clit.
“You are mine,” he grunted out, his breath warm against my back.
“Yours,” I panted, never fighting against that statement.
“I could get use to this,” Zachariah panted out, increasing his pace. I panted along with him as he kneeled behind me, his front to my back with no space between us. “I’m not going to last much longer.”
“So close,” I managed to moan out, trying to push back at him, seeking something more to push me over the edge.
The hand on my hip left, going to my hair and pulling slightly. I lifted my head, following his lead as he took what he wanted from me. I would never let him do this if I hadn’t wanted it, and that was even better.
Zachariah pinched my clit as he pushed harder into me, and I came. His cocked hit something deep inside me, and I saw bright stars in my vision. Zachariah pumped once, then twice more before stilling and emptying everything he had into the condom. Apparently, we were both in need of a quick release.
“We are so gonna have to do that again,” Zachariah panted out after pulling out of me. I collapsed onto the bed, spent and sedated with a smile on my face.
Zachariah left to go into the en-suite bathroom telling me to stay still until he got back. He returned after a few minutes with a warm wash cloth, cleaning me and soothing me as I lazily laid there, blinking at him.
He lifted me up taking me into the bathroom, setting me on the floor as he turned the water in the tub off. I hadn’t even heart him turn it on to being with. He then helped me into the tub, telling me to scoot forward so he could join me. He took a clean washcloth and washed my body as I leaned against him. He asked me how I was feeling. And I replied I was feeling great. More than great.
I understood that he was worried about me, since it had been almost a year since we had sex, such roughly at that. Little did he know that I would never tire of him. Tire of this.
Even in his slight roughness, Zachariah would never be able to hurt me.
He was showing me how much he loved me with how he took care of me afterwards, knowing I was for once, worn out. It wasn’t often he wore me out like this, and I loved it. The aftercare was almost better than the sex part, and any sub would agree to that.
Being cherished and loved with such care was something I didn’t have growing up, so I basked in it every chance I got with my husband.
He helped me out of the tub, took a towel from the warming rack and dried every inch of my body lovingly. After he dried himself off, he lifted me again taking me back into the bedroom where he helped me back into bed.
“I love you, my wife,” he whispered as he laid down beside me, brushing stray hairs from my face.
“I love you too, my husband,” I mumbled sleepily through a yawn. I force myself to move, to lie mostly on top of him, my head on his shoulder, my leg flung over his and my hand on his chest. I was home.