Reflections of the choices

Chapter twenty six

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NOTES: 

Simply enjoy. For all your past suffering and before the new ones."

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I feel like I've been locked up tight

For a century of lonely nights

Waiting for someone to release me

You're lickin' your lips and blowin' kisses my way

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

(My body's sayin', "Let's go")

"Genie in the Bottle" by Christina Aguilera

Penelope lay in her bed, trying unsuccessfully to fall asleep. She had always had a hard time falling asleep away from her husband, and when she was pregnant, it became simply unbearable. She tossed and turned, unable to find a comfortable position. The only thing that could bring her peace was to be next to him, or rather, to lie on top of him.

She closed her eyes, allowing herself to immerse in a world where he was near, where his presence surrounded her with warmth. Her hands began to wander over her own body, slowly tracing patterns on the fabric of her nightgown. She imagined his fingers touching her skin, recalling how his touch had once awakened a fire in her soul. Her hands slid along the graceful line of her collarbone, feeling how her heart quickly pulsed under the skin, and then slowly moved lower to the soft warmth. Each gentle touch was a desperate attempt to recreate the feeling of his hands, the very hands that knew her every line, every curve.

The feelings grew more vivid as her fingers moved over her warm skin, and it seemed to her as if he were really near—his breath a warm cloud on her neck, his touch so familiar and comforting. Her breathing quickened, and she felt herself plunging into a fantasy, losing herself in the longing for this moment that she could never truly escape.

She was so absorbed in this imagined closeness that she did not hear the door quietly open. He thought she was already asleep and did not want to wake her. But he hadn't spent the whole day on the road for nothing. He missed her so much that he couldn't wait a minute longer.

Carefully approaching the bed, he suddenly noticed her movements. Did he really wake her? he wondered. But at that moment, he heard her quiet sigh. Understanding came instantly, and a smile played on his face as a spark of excitement lit up in his eyes.

He stepped closer, trying not to startle her and not to interrupt her tranquility. He watched as she lay there, so peacefully, and this awakened a strong sense of affection in him. He knew well that during pregnancy her emotions were heightened, and he understood exactly how to fulfill her needs. Yet he wasn't in any rush; he began to slowly take off his clothes, savoring the moment and anticipating the upcoming closeness.

She twisted her nipple, hardened from excitement, between two fingers, her mouth slightly open in pleasure.

"That's it, continue," he thought, continuing to take off her clothes. She squeezed her hand between her thighs, trying to give as much pleasure as possible, and fidgeted on the bed, adding a little friction with her movements. The room was filled with a tense atmosphere of anticipation, full of passion.

He was already taking off his belt. His pants fell almost silently to the floor, and his ready member glistened in the moonlight. He put his hand on his organ, so easily excited by the sight of his wife, and began to gently move it. Penelope began to squirm more and more, and he realized that now was the time to join her.

He moved to the opposite side of the bed to lie down next to her. Penelope was so close to release, but at the same time she felt that something was missing. She could not bring herself to the desired end, and it was excruciating. She opened her legs to change the position, and her fingers approached her mouth to wet them. She put them in her mouth, and suddenly felt how his skillful and so familiar fingers covered her clitoris.

At the same time, she felt hot breath on her chest, and her nipple was captured by his mouth. Everything was happening so suddenly, but so timely, that she abruptly opened her eyes, and her fingers slipped out of her mouth. His other hand immediately grabbed her free hand and brought it to his aroused organ, starting to move it along its entire length. It was too much. In that very second, she literally exploded with pleasure. Her legs involuntarily locked, leaving his hand captive, which did not stop his fingers from continuing to drive her crazy.

Her back arched, and his hand immediately found itself on her back to ensure a soft landing. He knew that her back was more painful than usual during pregnancy, and he did not want her to accidentally hurt herself. The entire universe flashed before her eyes as the currents passed through her.

When she finally began to let go and sank back onto the bed, she felt hot breath near her ear. He whispered:

"Goodnight, darling," and smirked.

She could not see it, but she knew her husband too well not to notice that he certainly smirked. The son of a bitch was pleased with himself, because he had once again brought her to a state where she constantly wanted him next to her. Now he watched her with a smile.

He knew her too and understood that she was not finished yet. On the contrary, she was just beginning. In the blink of an eye, she was on top of him, her hands laying on his chest. He reached for her waist, but he already guessed what would happen. She slapped his hands, making it clear that she was now in control. He had become a toy in her hands, and, on the whole, he liked it.

Grabbing his cheeks, she pressed her lips to his in a greedy kiss. Her tongue crept into his mouth and she moaned, gently biting his lip. He let her do whatever she wanted, knowing that now was her time. He was simply enjoying the moment.

Pulling back, she gave them both time to catch their breath. Raising her hips, she guided him with one hand, and after doing so, she sat up so that he entered her completely. He rose up, making a soft noise of pleasure.

She just smirked and began to move, confident and passionate. Her hands lay on her own breasts, and she gently stroked them, and he watched this sight with admiration. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was slightly open, and her hips moved in rhythm. His hand found her clit and began to move it to increase friction and with it, pleasure.

She was starting to tire, and that meant one thing - it was his time to take matters into his own hands. Carefully, he pulled her off him and gently helped her lie back on the bed, on her side. Settling behind her, he lifted one of her legs to give himself a more comfortable angle.He wanted to go slow, but he knew that now was not the time for romance. She was hungry for action, and he couldn't refuse her. So she began to move quickly and sharply, just the way she liked. Picking up the pace, he felt that he couldn't hold out for long, but he knew that she was close to release, too.

He just had to help her. So he put his mouth to work. He grabbed her hair and pulled her closer to him, and whispered in her ear in a hoarse voice:- Good girl. Tell me what you fantasize about when you masturbate, tell me what dirty thoughts are spinning in your head while you please yourself in my absence.

She was very close and she started to tremble.

- Come on Pen, I want you to cum for me. Do it so my tongue can finally be where it belongs - between your legs.And that was it. She screamed and just shook all over as if in a fit. But he held her tightly, not letting her hurt herself or the baby.

He was still inside her, and so he felt how she was squeezing around him, giving him pleasure. He only touched her clit, but at that moment she was so overstimulated that he felt that he needed to pull out of her. Which he did, and felt how a wave gushed out of her. She screamed and fell exhausted.

He rolled over on his back and pulled her to him. Stroking her hair, he whispered to her: - That's a good girl. Now rest.

She hugged him with both arms and, unable to keep silent, simply fell into a long-awaited sleep.

"How I love you," he whispered, as if hoping that these words would penetrate her dreams.