Page 90 of Misery In Me

My mind drifts back to that day, to the ambush and the firefight that took Ryder’s life. I can still see his face, the look of shock and pain as he went down, the way Ethan cradled him in his arms, the realization in his eyes that his best friend was gone.

I take another sip, the beer doing little to numb the ache in my chest. Guilt gnaws at me, a constant companion since that day. As the team leader, I should have done more, should have seen the ambush coming; I should have protected Ryder and the others from the brutality of war.

A soft footstep behind me and the hair standing up on the back of my neck let me know Ale’s with me. She takes a seat beside me, her hand finding mine in the darkness. “Come to bed,” she says softly. “You did everything you could. Ryder knew the risks, and he served alongside you.”

I nod, but the words do little to ease the pain in my chest. “I just keep thinking about him, about the life he’ll never have, the family he’ll never know. It’s not fair, Ale. None of it is fair.”

She squeezes my hand, her voice steady and sure. “You’re right, it’s not fair. War is never fair. ”

I take a deep breath, letting everything settle. “You’re right, baby. Let’s go to bed.” I smirk and bring her hand to my lips. “I have a lot of missed time with my wife’s pussy that I need to make up for.”

I stand, pulling Ale up with me, her body pressing against mine as I lead her inside. The house is quiet, but I can hear the faint sound of Zoe’s noise machine on the baby monitor. I guide her to our bedroom, pushing the door shut with my foot.

Ale turns to face me, her eyes reflecting the soft moonlight filtering through the window. She’s more beautiful than ever, her pregnancy giving her a glow that takes my breath away. I reach out, cupping her face, my thumbs brushing gently against her cheeks. She leans into my touch, her eyes never leaving mine.

“I’ve missed you so much,” she whispers.

“I’ve missed you too, pretty girl,” I reply, my voice tight. “More than you’ll ever know.”

I lean down, capturing her lips, and she melts into me, her arms wrapping around my neck as she kisses me back with equal fervor. Our tongues dance, exploring, reclaiming what’s been lost during my deployment. I can taste the salt of her tears, and I realize I’m crying too. This moment is everything—relief, love, and desire, all rolled into one.

My hands roam her body, memorizing every curve, every change. She’s different, her body round and full with our child. I trail kisses down her neck, my hands cupping her breasts, feeling their weight and fullness. She moans softly, arching into my touch. I take my time exploring every inch of her, from her swollen breasts to her growing belly. I kneel before her, pressing soft kisses to her stomach, grateful for the life we’ve created.

Ale runs her fingers through my hair, her touch grounding me, centering me. I look up at her, my eyes meeting hers, and I see the love and desire reflected back at me. I stand, my hands finding the waistband of her pajama pants, slowly pushing them down. She steps out of them, standing before me, naked and vulnerable.

I take a moment to admire her, my eyes roaming over her body. Pregnancy suits her, making her even more attractive to me.

I want her pregnant over and over, filling our family with love and children.

I reach out, tracing the curve of her hip, the swell of her belly, and the curve of her thigh. She shivers under my touch, her breath hitching in anticipation.

I lead her to the bed, laying her down gently. Crawling over her, my body pressing against hers, my hardness pressing against her thigh. I kiss her deeply, my hands exploring herbody, teasing, tantalizing. She wraps her legs around me, pulling me closer, urging me on.

“Ineedyou inside me,Cariño.”

“Paciencia, mi amor. Quiero tomarme mi tiempo contigo.”I break the kiss, trailing my lips down her body, tasting her skin, inhaling her scent. I dip my tongue into her belly button, making her giggle, then continue my journey south. I spread her legs, settling between them, my eyes meeting hers as I lower my head.

For just a moment, I admire her, my eyes roaming over her glistening entrance. I lean in, slowly running my tongue along her slit, tasting her, listening to her moan my name. I take my time, exploring every fold, every crevice, my tongue delving deep inside her.

Ale pants, her hips bucking against my mouth, her hands reaching for my hair that’s just now out of her reach. I grip her hips, holding her in place as I feast on her, my tongue circling her clit, my fingers pumping in and out of her.

She’s so wet, so ready to take me.

I’ve missed this.

Her.

I can feel her getting close, her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps. I redouble my efforts, my tongue and fingers working in tandem, pushing her over the edge. She cries out, her body convulsing as she comes, her juices gushing into my mouth. I lap it up, savoring her taste, her scent, her essence.

“You taste better than I remember,Hermosa.” Her cum drips from my chin and I lick my lips and stare at her. “You ready for me, baby?”

“Mmmm, yes. Make love to me.”

Lining my cock up with her entrance, I push into her, slowly, inch by inch, feeling her stretch around me. She’s so tight, so wet, so perfect. My hips thrusting against hers, my body takes over, and it’s only us. I lean down, capturing her lips in a deepkiss, our tongues dancing, our breaths mingling. I can feel her nails digging into my back, urging me on, encouraging me to go deeper, harder, faster.

“I just wanna wrap my hands around your throat and watch those pretty eyes roll back while I pound you into this mattress before finishing inside you.”

“Fuck, yes. I want that.” She whines, trying to meet my thrusts. “Please,Damelo.”

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