Page 44 of I see you Beauty

Baby, with me, you wouldn’t have to beg for it or fight for it. I would give it to you willingly. Over and over again… until you can’t take it anymore. But you remain stubborn. You want to prove to me and yourself that your marriage isn’t doomed to fail. Well, Beauty… your husband seems to see it like I do.

So I’m just going to sit back, relax and wait. Eventually, you’ll realize it. You’ll realize I’m the only man who can give you what you want and need. I’m the one for you, Beauty. No matter how much you fight it, you’ll realize it. I’ll make sure of that.

Chapter Thirty-Three

My frustration and the feeling that I’m no longer enough for my husband have intensified over the past few days. He’s turned me down the last three evenings and hasn’t come home for dinner again. I spent hours in the kitchen for him, only for the leftovers, which he didn’t even touch, to be thrown away the next day. So last night, when he came home, I told him I didn’t want to spend another evening without him.

I understand the pressures of his job, especially with running a law firm. He’s always managed to spare some time for me in the past, even if it was just cuddling at night after a long day at work. But now, even that has stopped, and I can’t explain why. I thought we were making progress—he wanted to fight for our marriage just as much as I did. Yet, now he seems to be drifting further away, and the reason remains elusive to me.

So I’m looking forward to tonight even more. I’m already cooking Thomas’s favorite meal and baking an apple pie, determined to make everything perfect. I’m hoping for some intimacy afterward, especially since I’m wearing one of the short black dresses he loves so much. Knowing Thomas, we might not even make it to the table; we’ll probably end up having the starter in the bedroom. I hope that’s the case because I’m practically climbing the walls here.

I try to convince myself that it has nothing to do with a particular young neighbor and refuse to let Ezra King occupy my thoughts any longer, disrupting my peace of mind.

The heavy throbbing between my thighs that hasn’t gone away for days is definitely not because of him!

When I hear the front door open at 7 p.m. sharp, my pulse quickens, and I have to grin because I’m curious to see how Thomas will react to my outfit. I changed my mind and outfit to show him what I was in the mood for tonight.

“I’m home,” Thomas greets me. I can hear the weariness in his voice, but I choose to ignore it because I know he’ll be blown away as soon as he sees me.

“Hello, darling,” I greet him seductively, with a subtle smirk on my red-painted lips. I walk over to him armed with two martinis, wearing only a clean apron and black high heels.

Thomas blinks at me with wide eyes when he sees me. Swaying my hips, I approach him and hand him his glass before pressing a delicate kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“My God, Cora. What are you wearing?” he asks me in a husky voice, and he can’t take his eyes off me.

I smile lasciviously before putting my glass on the table next to me and then reaching behind me to undo the bow of my apron.

“Well, I hope we’re both wearing nothing at all in the next few moments,” I reply with a grin and kiss him again as I pull the apron strap over my head and drop the fabric, revealing even more of my naked body.

He takes a big sip of his drink and then puts it next to mine before grabbing me and kissing me with desire. Finally, I gratefully sigh in the kiss and impatiently reach for his belt to undo his pants and disappear into them with quick fingers.

“Shit, Cora. What’s wrong with you? You’ve never greeted me like this before,” he grumbles against my lips as I massage his length.

“I told you I missed you and our intimacy. Now stop talking and fuck me,” I murmur in his ear before sinking to my knees in front of him and impatiently pulling down his pants and boxers to expose his hardness.

Wearing nothing but my heels, I kneel before him and caress his velvety tip. His cock twitches and bobs up and down excitedly in front of my red-painted lips. I reach for it, tracing its hardness before taking his tip into my mouth. Moaning, Thomas grabs my ponytail, which I’ve tied up for today.

Without being able to stop it, images of Ezra and the blonde flash in my mind, and how he roughly grabbed her hair to push her head into the sheets. The same way he pulled hard on my braid during our first training session. His dominance turned me on so much. Stop, I remind myself sternly, as my thoughts are already drifting back to him.

I have my husband’s cock in my mouth right now, so I should do everything I can to stop thinking about how it would feel to kneel in front of Ezra like this and what he would do to me. How he would guide me and use me. Shit!

A jolt runs through me, and the violent throbbing becomes almost overpowering, making me moan against Thomas’s length because I’m so aroused I can barely stand it. I let him slip out of my mouth and I stand up so that he can finally take me and free me from this terrible feeling. Otherwise, I’m in danger of losing my mind.

I pull him to me, kissing him greedily as I maneuver us to the dining table, hoping he will take over and show me everything he wants to do to his wife when she is so willing and naked in front of him. His hand grabs my breast and massages it with good pressure, making me moan against his mouth and push myself toward him. I want more! Please give me more!

Thomas turns me around and pushes me onto the table in one swift movement. I obey immediately, lie down with my naked upper body on the tabletop, and spread my legs for him so that he can penetrate me from behind and finally satisfy me. I look at him longingly over my shoulder. Thomas pumps his length a few times and positions himself behind me. I can already feel his velvety tip on my wetness, which is already all over my thighs from sheer excitement. I wiggle my bottom impatiently so that he’ll finally sink into me, for heaven’s sake. But nothing happens.

“Shit, damn it!” Thomas growls and rubs faster and faster over his hardness.

I look at him with a furrowed brow and realize he’s limp. What now…?

I straighten up and look at his limp cock in horror, then back at his face. I don’t even know what to say. Sure, it can happen to anyone, and I’d be lying if I said it hadn’t happened to Thomas a few times in the last few years. But now? When I’ve made such an effort? No, I can’t comprehend that.

“Cora… I don’t know what’s going on… The stress. I’m sorry,” he stammers, which is many words by his standards.

What can I say to that? I can’t be too angry about the fact that his body is probably dealing with the stress differently than I would wish. What a fucking mess!

But even though I could go up the walls right now, I just smile at him sympathetically and kiss him.

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