Book 2: So, this is Forever
17 - I said no!
Becky's POV
My wife is in a lot of trouble now, I will surely punish her after this. It's not just cause Nita crashed her birthday bash, but because she's seriously wasted now.
So, instead of enjoying our first night at here at the resort, I'm stuck holding her hair while she's puking her guts out in the toilet of our suite.
"I told you to ease up after that second shot of whiskey," I remind her.
I can't help but shake my head as she groans between bouts of nausea. It's not exactly the dreamy first night I had in mind. I grab a towel and pass it to her, hoping it'll help in some small way. "You really know how to make a memorable night, don't you?" I say with a mix of frustration and concern.
She looks up, squints at me through bleary eyes, and manages a half-smile. "Sorry, babe. Didn't think it'd get this wild."
"Well, here we are," I chuckle, trying to keep things light.
I decide to roll with the punches and plop down next to her, realizing that, despite the unexpected turn of events, this is shaping up to be a memorable story.
"Next time, maybe we dial it down a notch, yeah?" I suggest, shooting her a grin, trying to inject a bit of humor into the situation.
She manages a weak nod, one hand still clutching the towel like it's her lifeline. "Agreed."
"Then again, maybe it had to be wild. I mean, it's the first party with our whole gang after the worst six months of our lives," I tell her, a hint of reflection in my voice.
Her eyes meet mine, and there's a glimmer of understanding. "True," she says, managing a half-smile. "We needed this, even if it got a bit out of hand."
We sit there for a moment, the chaos around us fading into the background as we share a quiet acknowledgment of the significance of this night. Sometimes, the unexpected twists make for the most unforgettable memories.
"I'll make it up to you, baby," she said.
"Oh! You will!" I responded with a playful smirk, raising an eyebrow for emphasis. The promise of redemption adding a spark of anticipation to the chaotic night.
"Eh!?" She looked at me with a cute pout, much like her daughter usually does.
I tapped off her pout. "Hey, feeling a bit peckish after emptying your guts?" I asked, trying to lighten the mood with a touch of humor.
She chuckled, mischief glinting in her eyes. "You know, I think I've worked up an appetite, despite the dramatics. Got anything in mind?"
I grinned, appreciating her spirit. "How about we salvage what's left of our night with some late-night room service? I hear they have a killer pumpkin soup."
"Sounds like a plan," she said.
"Alright, stay put while I call for room service, then I'll swing back to help you freshen up," I suggested.
"No!" she exclaimed suddenly.
"What do you mean no?" I asked, a note of confusion in my tone.
"Uhmm... I mean no need! I can handle a shower on my own," she responded, attempting to lift herself up.
"What's the worry? Besides, you can't even stand up by yourself. No more arguments. I'll go call now and be right back," I declared, not giving her a chance to respond. I exited the restroom and made the call for room service.
As I was giving the last instructions on the call, the sound of the shower reached my ears. "Oh no! This woman is as stubborn as hell!"
"What was that, madam?" I heard from the phone.
"Oh, nothing. I just mentioned your boss is quite stubborn. Anyways, as I said, kindly bring some Ibuprofen as well. Thank you," I concluded the call and hurried back to the bathroom.
Upon entering, I saw the blurred silhouette of my wife through the frosted division of the shower, leaning against the wall for support.
I attempted to open the shower door, but it was locked. "Locked? Baby, open this, you might slip!"
"I've got this, babe!" she shouted back, determined to assert her independence.
I sighed, realizing that arguing with her about the shower might not be the best use of our energy. Instead, I opted for a more practical approach and prepared a fresh set of clothes for her, neatly placing them in the bathroom.
While waiting for the room service, I thought it would be a good idea to check on our daughter in the adjacent suite, where she was staying with her nanny. Using the spare key, I opened the door quietly and found Zea peacefully asleep in her bed, with her nanny resting on the adjacent one.
"Y-you need anything, Ma'am?" Ella mumbled, squinting her eyes and trying to sit up at the edge of her bed.
"Nothing, Ella. I'm just checking on you two. How was Zea earlier?" I inquired.
"She kept on asking what time you were going to arrive and insisted on waiting for you. But she dozed off to sleep after I read to her," she responded, a warm smile playing on her lips.
"Thank you, Ella. Your care for Zea means the world to me," I expressed, genuinely grateful. Ella responded with a warm smile, and as I closed the door, I left them to enjoy their well-deserved rest.
Upon returning to our suite, the lingering fragrance of the late-night room service welcomed me. My wife, now clad in the clothes I had laid out, lay on the bed, gazing up at the ceiling.
"You okay?" I inquired.
She met my gaze, blinking as if to confirm my presence. "Just a bit dizzy."
"Blame that on the whiskey bottle you held onto so tightly earlier," I playfully remarked.
Carefully balancing the tray of food, I approached the bedside table. "Alright, my stubborn wife, time to eat," I declared, giving her a gentle tap to encourage her to sit up.
She complied, saying, "Thanks, my love," while taking a sip of the soup. "And, uh, sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to be so stubborn."
I hissed, "You can be so stubborn sometimes. If you slip and end up causing yourself an accident, I'll definitely kill you. You've got quite a bit of making up to do." I conveyed firmly.
She looked at me, a hint of remorse in her eyes. "I know, I know," she sighed. "I promise I'll be more careful. And, I appreciate you taking care of me." And she rested her head on my shoulders.
I softened a bit, realizing she understood the concern behind my words. "You're lucky I love you" I kissed her head.
"I surely am. Please don't get tired of loving me babe" She whispered.
Her confession stirred a tender response within me, prompting me to hold her even closer. "I won't," I assured her and kissed her cheeks. "Now, finish your meal. We've got a night of rest ahead."
With sleepy eyes, she nodded, surrendering to the fatigue that lingered in the corners of her gaze. Obediently, she began to focus on her meal, afterwards we allowed the comforting routine of snuggle to take over as we have a peaceful night together.
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Becky's POV
I woke up real slow, feeling this amazing euphoria spreading through my mind and body. I was like, "Why the heck do I feel so good?" As I shook off the sleepiness, it hit me: my wife was doing some magic with her talented mouth right on my sweet spot.
"Hnngh... Ah- ngh..." I let out these moans as Freen licked away, and her thumbs were working wonders on the sensitive nerves, waking me up in the best way possible.
I eased the bedsheet away, revealing Freen beneath, her eyes locking onto mine with a playful spark as she continued her enchanting exploration. The connection between our gazes held a shared secret, an unspoken understanding that her morning mission was far from over.
"Mornin', beautiful," she murmured, her lips momentarily leaving their devoted task to greet me with a teasing smile before diving back in.
I managed a half-smile between moans. "W-what are you doing babe?"
She replaced her mouth with her fingers, skillfully playing with my center, pressing, teasing; creating sensual pressure. Then, she trailed kisses upward, reaching my now awakened nipples over the thin night dress. The dual sensations created a whirlwind of pleasure, each touch building on the last. I surrendered to the intoxicating dance of passion, completely enveloped in the connection we shared.
She paused her acts on my clothed breast for a moment, just to rip the night dress, then her eyes met mine with that playful spark again. "I wanted to start making it up to you, my love," she said, her voice carrying both sincerity and a hint of mischief.
Before I could respond, Freen pressed her lips against mine, and I couldn't resist reciprocating. Our kiss became an entangled dance of lips and tongues, a passionate exchange that left me breathless.
In the midst of this heated connection, she surprised me by sliding two fingers into my pussy without a warning, causing me to gasp in delightful shock.
Her fingers worked their magic, exploring the depths of my desire, and I found myself completely captivated by the sensations of her touch and the intensity of our kiss. The room seemed to pulse with the shared energy of our desire, and I surrendered to the pleasure, her fingers skillfully navigating the peaks and valleys of sensation.
As our mouths continued their fervent exchange, the connection between us deepened. Each gasp, each moan, became a harmonious symphony, a testament to the intimacy that bound us in that moment. Freen's fingers continued their enchanting dance, leaving me utterly lost in the sensations, our bodies and desires intertwined in a morning melody of passion.
The world around us faded into the background as Freen's touch intensified, her fingers orchestrating a symphony of pleasure. Our kiss deepened, becoming a fusion of desire and shared vulnerability. With every movement, she seemed to unravel hidden notes of ecstasy, and I responded with a harmony of moans and gasps.
She skillfully explored the nuances of my core, her fingers moving in a rhythm that mirrored the beating of our hearts. The unexpected intensity of the moment had me teetering on the edge of euphoria. My body arched in response, a silent plea for more.
Freen's lips left mine, tracing a trail of soft kisses along my jawline, to my neck and down to my breasts. My wife's hands continued their rhythmic dance, each thrust escalating the sensations and creating an electrifying buildup in my core. The room pulsed with the intensity of the moment, and I found myself lost in the pleasure she expertly orchestrated.
"K-keep going... D-dadd-dy..." I whimpered, my voice a breathy plea.
She released my nipple with a satisfying pop, and a wicked smile played on her lips. "Oh, I will, baby," she responded, her words sending a shiver down my spine. The combination of the endearment and the promise hung in the air, heightening the anticipation.
"Fre... Freen," I gasped, my breath catching in the intensity of the moment.
She paused, her fingers still, and our eyes locked in a heated gaze. "Cum for me, love," she urged, her voice a sultry whisper that sent shivers down my spine.
Her encouragement was all I needed. The buildup in my core reached its zenith, and I surrendered to the pleasure that enveloped me. Waves of ecstasy washed over, and with an unrestrained moan, I succumbed to the intoxicating release.
Freen continued to move with a steady rhythm, riding out the waves of pleasure with me. The room echoed with our shared passion, a testament to the intimacy we had forged in the quiet hours of the morning.
As the last tremors of pleasure subsided, Freen leaned in, capturing my lips in a tender kiss. The air crackled with the aftermath of desire, and I couldn't help but revel in the intimacy we had shared.
She whispered against my lips, "I forever love you, my wife," a declaration that lingered in the air like a sweet promise.
Still catching my breath, I replied, "I love you too, my wife." Our words hung in the air, sealing the morning's intimate chapter with a mutual affirmation of love that transcended the physical. In that shared moment, we embraced not just the pleasure, but the deep connection that bound us together.
But if Freen thinks she already made it up to me, oh, she's totally wrong. After my breath steadied, I changed our position and pinned her down.
With a mischievous grin, I whispered, "Now it's my turn to show you some love, babe."
Freen's eyes widened in surprise, not expecting my assertive actions. "B-baby?"
"You ready for round two?" I whispered, a playful glint in my eyes mirroring hers from earlier. I kissed my way down her neck, reveling in the taste of her skin. Freen's sighs and moans spurred me on, a sweet symphony of desire that fueled the fire within.
My hands reached for the hem of her shirt, gesturing to lift it and remove it. But before I could proceed, I felt her grip, stopping my hands. This sudden resistance made me curious and caused me to halt.
"Baby, can I please have you too?" I hovered over her lips and pouted, a move I knew she couldn't resist.
"Y-yes, but my clothes stay on," she said, and I played along, trying to conceal my curiosity.
"Hmmm, baby," I kissed her cheeks. "That doesn't seem fair." I nibbled her earlobe, making her moan. "You even ripped off another nightdress." I sucked on her neck, leaving a mark that elicited a groan from her.
I looked at her again, eye to eye, and smirked. "I will claim you, my wife."
I attempted once more to lift her shirt, but once again, she stopped me. "I said no!," she exclaimed, her voice somewhat raised, startling me. I sat up over her, and the mood shifted.
"I-I'm sorry," I said, lifting myself off from her and sitting on the side of my bed. I pulled the sheet to cover my naked body.
The intimacy we had shared now hung in an awkward silence, the playful energy replaced with a tension that neither of us had anticipated. I couldn't help but wonder if I had pushed too far, crossing a line that turned what was meant to be a morning of shared pleasure into an uncomfortable moment.
Author's Note:
Hey, amazing readers! Just rolled out another update for you!
Apologies, I'm not good at writing intimate scenes, so bear with me, please, hehe.
What's your take on this chapter?
Only a few more days before Christmas! I might drop few chapters of the other new story after the holidays!🎄✨