She hadn't realized that she was completely naked under him. His hands were everywhere, sending spit of fire on every single spot of her body. He was kissing her ear while his finger was moving in circle on her sensitive little nub. A whimper escape...
Clytia entered in the room which seemed to be empty. She looked around and she noticed Nolam on the balcony. His position was stiff.
His large shoulders were so tense, it looked like he was carrying the weight of the world on them. He didn't turn to look at her. She wasn't even sure he knew she was back.
She walked toward him and stop right behind him. His position didn't change. She looked at his hands with the knuckles that were almost white from gripping the railing too tight.
She had come back to tell him that she needed a break, some time to herself. But now that she had him there, she couldn't bring herself to do that. She was the reason he looked so defeated.
She had hurt him.
Hesitant, she sneaked her arms around his waist and laid her head on his back, her eyes closed. "I'm sorry" she murmured loud enough for him to hear.
They stayed like that, silent, for what seemed to be an eternity before she started to talk again.
"My... my father wants me to get a divorce. It's either I divorce or I consider myself an orphan." She finished, her voice steady and neutral as she was trying to conceal her feelings.
She felt him pose his hands on hers and remove himself from her embrace. He spun to face her, forcing her to tilt her head to look at him with his fingers under her chin.
Clytia couldn't fandom what she was seeing in his eyes. He was trying to read her. His eyes were sad.
"Is that what you want? A divorce?" He asked after a moment, his face expressionless.
"No." Her answer came in a breath. Nolam dragged her into his arms, all his worries washed away by that simple word.
They still had a chance. He bowed and lifted her up. She laid her head on his shoulder while he carried her to the bed as he sat and kept her on his legs, straddling him.
"I'm sorry for my attitude earlier and what I said. It was mean. I shouldn't have let my anger on you."
"I'm sorry for being a pushy asshole sometimes." He answered back, making her smile. "Are you okay?" He asked sincerely worried.
"No. I'm not. How am I supposed to choose between my father and the man I love? I feel like crap. I don't want to lose either one of you. " she sighed, her hands caressing his hair.
Nolam's heart missed a beat. It was the first time she said that she loved him. She hadn't even realized it herself. He looked at her stunned.
"You love me?" He asked in a measured tone. He looked as she finally realized what she had said, her eyes wide and her mouth opened in a silent gasp. Her eyes lowered for a moment, then she gave him a small smile.
"Yes, I do." "Say it again." He begged. "I love you Nolam." "I'm never letting you go Cly." He whispered more to himself before crashing his lips to hers.
The kiss was slow and sensual. Their tongues were intertwined in a beautiful ballet as he leaned forward, one hand on her back while the other was on her ass. She began to grind on him, searching for frictions. The kiss turned more heated as the minutes passed.
Clytia found herself reaching in her husband pants. He caught her hand, breaking the kiss as she touched his hardened cock.
"Honey..." He breathed mere inches away from her lips. "Maybe we should stop now. With everything that is happeni..." he whimpered surprised.
She had tightened her grip on his member, her eyes never leaving his. "Let me take care of you" She whispered, freeing his dick, before licking his lips.
"Cly!" he groaned as she sat on him, wet and ready.
Her movements were nice and slow first. However, she quickly increased the pace, making them both moan. She pushed him back on the bed, as she used his chest as support to go even faster. No words was exchanged. There was no need.
For the first time, Nolam felt like she was one hundred percent his.
Body, heart and soul.
He let her take control as he laid back, amazed by the love and devotion he could read in her eyes.
She reached her own pick, buckling her hips further into him as her walls contracted. He grabbed her hips as he pounded into her from under, making her orgasm last longer as he shot his seed, his own release powerful.
She collapsed on him, unable to make a move. When her breathing finally slowed down, Nolam raised his head to look at her, only to see she had fallen asleep.
He gently removed himself from her and dragged the cover on her before kissing her.
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