I LICK MY LIPS AS I admire the Adonis in front of me, who happens to be my husband and father of our kids. How can someone simply sitting at the edge of the bed, shirtless, scrolling through his phone, look so sexy?

He looks up and his eyes widen in surprise, then desire as he looks over my outfit, his eyes mirroring mine.

I'm wearing an emerald lace bra and thong, along with a suspender belt and matching stockings. I curled my hair and let it down, simple makeup and a bright red lip.

My lips part in a shy smile. His stare causing heating effects everywhere, his phone long forgotten as he gives me his full undivided attention.

“You little minx, don't act all innocent now.” he says in a gruff voice.

I gasp as he grips my hip and pulls me into his lap.

“What do you mean? I've done nothing.”

I bat my lashes.

“Yeah, because a lingerie is part of your casual attire, huh?” he cocks his brow.

I smirk.

I turn to face him, so my legs are on either side of him, straddling him. He holds my ass cheeks in each palm and his lips meet my neck, he begins sucking and biting. I'm enjoying the sensation, south of me can testify to that.

My fingers wander into his hair and I take a handful of it, as I tilt my head backwards giving him more room to explore.

The tip of his nose trails my jaw line, and before I know it, his lips are on mine, kissing me slowly — yet deep.

“Where are the kids?”

“Spending the weekend at my parent's.”

“Good, I finally have you all to myself.”

With that said, he stands, with my legs still wrapped firmly around his waist. His strong hands move down to hold my thighs, he carries me and leans me on the wall, our lips never loosing contact.

He kisses me wildly, and I feel my entire body light up with desire and I kiss him with equal fervour. I hear a throaty groan leave him and I feel the familiar pooling in my core and I moan out.

He literally rips me off the wall and throws me on the bed, I look into his eyes, and they're glazed over in lust, he bites his lower lip, as his eyes take my full form in, and I decide to do a few sexy moves I saw on the internet.

I sit up on the bed, and move my index finger from the valley of my cleavage, down to the hem of the suspender belt. I bite my lip and slowly slide it out from my teeth, then I lick my lips, as my finger slowly trails down into my panties and I slide it into my wet core, and let out a soft moan. I look up and his eyes are trained on every move I'm making. His teeth clenched tight, and I hope the material of his pants can withstand the strain on the front.

I withdraw my finger and put it in my mouth and suck, my eyes never leaving his.

“That's enough. I want to taste you.” his voice is strained, and it turns me on further.

He pushes me back onto the bed and struggles to get the belt off, followed by the thong — which he holds to his nose and takes a deep breath.

“You smell so fucking good!”

I smile.

He discards the thong and opens my legs wide, his wet tongue meets my throbbing clit and I moan in ecstasy, as I tilt my head upwards to watch what he's doing to me.

His finger moves in and out of me at a very fast pace and I can't help the satisfied moans that leave my mouth.

“I want you, right now, God damn it!” I scream.

He immediately complies, I watch as he slides the tip inside me, slowly. He picks up pace and I sink my nails into his back. He turns me over, so I'm laying flat on my stomach, then he grips my hips and raises my ass up in the air. His finger moves from my waist, all the way down to my anus, and he slowly inserts it and I arch my back from the unexpected intrusion.

“Relax babe.” he says calmly.

His other hand reaches over to my arched back and pushes me down, back to the bed.

He abruptly stands from the bed and seconds later, he's back. I hear something open, like a bottle.

“What's that?” I ask.

“Lube.”

I immediately turn and face him,

“What for?”

“I won't hurt you, trust me.”

I slowly nod, and retreat back to my former position — ass up in the air, chest down on the bed.

I feel him rub the lube on my anal opening, in a very sensual way and I can't lie, I am enjoying the feeling, it's weird but nice, really nice.

He inserts his finger a few times, then I feel his shaft lining my entrance, and he pushes in, and honestly it hurt at first, but when I got adjusted, it became bliss!

He swiftly withdraws and slams deep into my core and I feel my body convulse, as I orgasm. He continues to pound me, till I see stars, and he finds his release.

Now, cuddled up in his arms, after coming down from my high. I play with his little chest hair, while he strokes my hair — which I'm guessing is sticking out in all angles.

I feel his other hand trace over the stretch marks on my side absentmindedly, and I immediately feel insecure. I don't know why, but after I gave birth to Eli, I began to notice stretch marks, and it made me feel so insecure, like I no longer feel beautiful.

I push his hand away and try to cover up the marks with the quilt.

“Don't do that June. How many times do I have to tell you, you're fucking beautiful? A few marks, from birthing our amazing baby, doesn't make you less beautiful. Please don't doubt that, ever.”

I feel a tear roll down my face.

“I'm sorry, I just... I don't know, I no longer feel beautiful... The marks are ugly and...”

He cuts me off by, pushing off the quilt and kissing every mark he sees. My stomach, my sides, my breast — he kisses each one of them! And that, makes me feel beautiful, wanted and crazy in love with this man.

“Thank you.” I whisper.

“ I should be the one thanking you. You're the hero in this home. Our superwoman.” he says with a sincere smile.

I blush.

His phone rings on the side of the bed.

“Eric Morgan.” he answers in his business tone and I know it's work.

I watch as his brow furrows. He pinches the bridge of his nose.

“How did this happen?” he barks.

“Tell Seth to prepare the jet.”

He hangs up and releases a long breath. He looks so stressed and older than he is.

“What's wrong?” I ask, as I scoot over to his side.

He sighs.

“It's nothing much.”

“Don't give me that!” I say sternly.

He looks at me, then looks away.

“My major clients in a deal I'm pursuing in Hong Kong just pulled, and no one thought to tell me, till now. I'm paying these idiots, and they can't even secure, this one deal I gave them. Almost like if I'm not involved, nothing gets done properly.”

I nod.

I move behind him and begin massaging his taut shoulders and placing light kisses on them and I feel him relax.

“Go handle it, it's going to be what? — a few days?... Then you come home to us. Okay?”

“Thank you, babe.”

“What for?”

“Understanding... I promised, no work for the rest of the week, and now I have to be gone. I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you.”

“It's fine. Now, go get a shower, while I pack your suitcase.”

“I was hoping you'll join me.” he says with a coy smile on his lips.

“Go, now!”

“Okay, okay... Keep that sexy ass for me.”

“Sure will!”

Eric just left for Hong Kong, he will be back in two weeks, and I miss him already. Instead of sulking, I'm taking the rest of the weekend off! No kids, no husband, no stress — just me out in the city, shopping and enjoying myself. What do I do first?

“Hey girl! What are you up to now?”

“Just here, bored to death! Chi is out with his grandparents, and I'm home alone, nothing to do.”

“Get ready, I'm taking you out!”

She squeals, then I squeal. Then we both squeal.

I guess you can tell we are both excited about a day away from the kids, and all the stress.

Since, I already had a shower with Eric — I couldn't resist, one more round in the shower, you've got to admit that's hot... So, now I'm just going to dress up and be on my way to Amy's.

“June you have no idea how happy I am, I get to spend the rest of my day with my best friend. I feel like crying!”

I laugh.

“We're getting a massage first, we need to relax those overworked bones of yours. Have you had an off day this year?”

“No, I'm about to have a mental breakdown.”

After we left the spa, we went shopping, we stopped at the movies — left halfway and decided to head to a bar. Changed our minds and stopped at a by liquor store to get some — well, liquor, as we're having a night in — Netflix and chill.

How and when did we fall asleep? What's the time? Who's calling me at 11pm?

“Pick your darn call! I'm trying to get some sleep here!” Amrita yells half asleep.

“Sorry.”

She definitely had more drinks. I pick up my phone and move away from her, so I don't disturb her sleep.

“June Morgan speaking.”

“Mrs Morgan,” he sounds nervous.

That gets my attention, I hope there's nothing wrong at the office, Eric will have someone's head.

“Phil?”

He hesitates for a moment, before continuing.

“There's been a crash.”

Crash? What crash? I thought the game is called clash of the titans? Why is he saying crash?

“Crash of what?” I ask, confused.

“A — A plane crash ma'am...” oh no!

I feel the phone slip out of my hold and I feel cold all of a sudden. My body becomes numb, and I can't move from where I'm standing.

“June! June what's wrong?... Hello? Hello?”

I can hear Amrita talking to me, but I'm too numb to answer.

Please, God, please!

fin.

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