Page 76 of For his Surrender

“Again...” His face changes, and his hands stop touching me, falling next to his body.

“What? Now I should tell you all my secrets? Maybe, and this is a huge maybe, this is how a real marriage works, but ours?Definitely not!” I take his hands and return them exactly to the points of my body where they were, the waist and the neck.He accepts, but his touch becomes rougher, rougher.I bite my lip, swallowing a moan.

“I would have run away from you.Probably fired you too...” he confesses, and I’m surprised.

“Why?” The question comes out in a burst.

“You’ll never know...” Bites my lip, pulling it to him as he squeezes my waist tighter.I groan and move in his lap, my naked pussy rubbing against the thin fabric of his trunks.

“Shouldn’t we talk?”

“We will, but not now...” And that’s a decision I have no trouble accepting.

Her sleeping body is curled up in bed, covered by a sheet.A day and two nights were enough to learn a few things about Antonella.She does not move while sleeping, nor does she take up much space in bed.

She really feels the heat, a thin sheet is enough to cover herself, and yet there is a great risk of her sleeping covered and waking up naked.Antonella also does not like to sleep on a spoon, she likes her own space, and affection is definitely not something that can be pointed out as a characteristic of her.Not before, not during, not after sex.

Her peaceful face in her sleep gives no hint that in the last thirty-six hours I have fucked her like a madman.That sounds fair.After weeks of having my wits fucked up by her, it’s finally my body’s turn, and Antonella is having no problem keeping up with my eagerness to match the Judgment x Dick score.

So why the fuck can’t I sleep, trying to put together the puzzle she is?Why, dear God, can’t I stop thinking that three days isn’t enough time?

“I want water,” she grunts, and I tilt my head, wondering if she’s asleep or awake.That’s one more thing I’ve learned.Antonella speaks in her sleep, most often with or about Isabella, but there are exceptions.Which brings me to my next finding, Antonella is a badass mother, and that’s imprinted on every gesture or speech she makes. “The water won’t get here alone...” she complains when I don’t move to meet her request. Another learning? Bossy! So fucking bossy!

I walk to the room’s minibar and take out a small bottle of water, turning again toward the bed, I find Antonella’s body completely naked, lying on her stomach.She moved and the sheet is now underneath her body.

My sight, already used to darkness, after some time at her mercy, is immediately drawn to the heavy breasts, to the round and tasty nipples.I click my tongue and pull my hair back, annoyed at myself.

The fingers and toes of my hands and toes would not be enough to count the number of times my wife tried to convince me to talk about the latest events.I refused.I needed enough time to deal with all the new information and put it somewhere where it made sense.

The problem is, finding this place is going to be a lot harder than I thought it would be.Antonella lied to me, deliberately deceived me, and yet I can’t get my eyes on her without my whole body lighting up.Even the uncontrolled anger of the first moment seems to have gone out of my body along with the first fucking jet of jizz.

I turn my eyes away.Through the window, the sailboat, anchored in the Marina, catches my attention.I frown, but I don’t give myself much time to think about it, I make a decision.

“Great! Then you can get up” I warn.

“No fucking way! It’s still dawn!” she grunts, turning on her side and grabbing my pillow.

“We’re going sailing.” She turns her face towards me and open her eyes very little.

“No, we’re not going! Because that would mean getting up at five in the morning when I went to bed at four.” The voice is hoarse from sleep.She turns around, closes her eyes and grabs the pillow harder, leaving no room for negotiation.I stop halfway with the water bottle and find myself smiling.

“Well... That’s a shame... I thought you wanted to talk...” Her eyes open and her outraged and sleepy expression, at the same time, is beautiful.Fucking beautiful.

“And we can’t do this on the time normal people are up?A time they’re awake and happy? Marcos… You really don’t want to have to deal with my morning mood...”

If her murderous look is a clue to what else this mood holds, I really shouldn’t want to.However, if I’m being forced to do something I don’t want to do, giving back is the least she owes me.

“I’m leaving with the boat in fifteen minutes, Antonella...You can be in it or not.” A snort is the only answer I get when I turn my back on her, taking the bottle of water with me.

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“Careful...” I guide the ascent of an Antonella wrapped in a blanket on board the sailboat.Her grumpy expression makes it clear she wasn’t kidding about the bad mood. I can’t help myself and laugh.

“I want to know if you’ll still find it funny after I kick your ass onto the high seas!” she complains loudly, making me laugh.

“You really aren’t a morning person, right? And you’re not cold, what’s with the blanket?”

“I’m a morning person, Marcos!But I’m also a person who needs a minimum of hours of sleep. Spoiler alert, an hour is not that long!And I’m not feeling cold right now, but when the boat starts moving, I’ll be!”

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