Contract And Marriage

Maximus

I can’t sit still. I’m happy that Sarina remembers something about us, but why must the timing be so bad? Every time she teases me, she always wins. I know she doesn’t remember anything about that man. Still, I can’t help feeling jealous because even if she doesn’t remember Jason, the fact that he was her first love hasn’t changed or disappeared.

When she left our room earlier, I wanted to follow her. I could feel that something wasn’t right, even though she kissed me willingly. After that, our conversation seemed to change. No, I can’t let this go on. I want the cheerful and teasing Sarina, even if she always gets under my skin.

She’s in the bathroom, taking a shower. I made sure to get in bed first because she might just fall asleep, and we wouldn’t have the chance to talk. I don’t want the night or day to pass with her feeling upset with me or even holding a simple grudge.

I didn’t take my eyes off the bathroom door as if it might disappear. I was waiting for her to come out, and when she finally did, wearing a bathrobe, I took a deep breath because she usually comes out wrapped only in a towel.

She glanced at me briefly before heading to the walk-in closet. I waited for her to finish dressing because I didn’t want her to think I was being a pervert again.

“My wife,” I called out as she finally lay beside me on the bed.

“Hmm?” she responded. What kind of reply is that? She’s definitely mad.

“Why are you wearing pajamas?” I asked. She usually wears something sexy to bed, but tonight, she’s fully covered.

“It’s cold tonight,” she replied, making me furrow my brows.

“Are you cold? Do you want me to turn down the air conditioning?” I asked, concerned again.

“No, the air conditioning is fine. It’s cold because you’re sleeping outside, right?”

“Come on, my wife…” I said, pouting, which made her raise an eyebrow.

“But you said”

“That was just a joke, my wife. I was just practicing being upset.”Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Well, why don’t you practice it fully? You can start by sleeping on the couch.” Then she pulled the blanket over herself and lay down.

Of course, I wouldn’t agree to that, so I quickly wrapped my arms around her. I held her so tight that no matter how much she struggled, she couldn’t get away.

“I’m really sorry, my wife. I promise I won’t say that again.” I felt her arms wrap around me as we locked eyes. I pinned her legs between mine, but I made sure not to hurt her.

“You better make sure, Maximus. I swear, I’ll make you sleep outside. And take note, I mean literally outside, not just outside our room.”

“I promise, my wife.” Of course, I had no choice but to agree. “But don’t forget to call me ‘your husband.’ I don’t want to hear Maximus, even if that’s my real name. I don’t care if my friends, relatives, acquaintances, Mariano, or Grandma call me Maximus or anything they want. But you, I want you to call me ‘your husband.’ It sounds possessive.”

“Of course, sometimes, I’ll just use your name when there are other people.” She quipped, but I firmly refused.

“Especially when there are other people. I want them to know I’m yours, and you’re mine.” I insisted and hugged her even tighter.

“You’re so possessive, loosen your grip; I can’t breathe. And move back a bit, I’m getting hot.”

“That’s your fault. Why did you wear pajamas when you know I can’t sleep without holding you? I don’t sleep well if I’m not cuddling you.”

“You start it; why are you blaming me?” She pouted as she said that, so I couldn’t resist kissing her.

I felt we were okay again and was grateful she couldn’t stay mad at me for long. “Fuck, my wife. Do you know how crazy I am about you?”

After that, I kissed her, and she returned the kiss with just as much passion. I thought I wouldn’t be able to touch her tonight, but my hands quickly roamed over her body. Her flat chest with large nipples is something I’ve always been obsessed with. I played with them as we continued to kiss.

I started to get on top of her without breaking our kiss. “My husband!” she exclaimed as I tore off her top. It was a long-sleeved pajama set with buttons that popped off.

“Why did you even bother wearing that?” I asked her with a grin.

“I don’t know!” she snapped, making me laugh. Since her top buttons were already broken, her delicious nipples were fully exposed. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and I was sure she wasn’t wearing panties either. But just to be sure, I quickly slid my hand into her pajama pants to touch her womanhood. “You’re impossible!”

“Just making sure, my wife, you’re already wet.”

“Just being close to you makes me imagine everything you’re going to do to me and my body.” She looked embarrassed saying that, but it made her even more beautiful to me, with her cheeks flushing red. Sometimes, she’s not shy around me, but of course, there are times when her shyness takes over, like now.

I leaned down and sucked one of her nipples, hearing her gasp, “That feels so good…” It really does. Even I enjoy it.

I played with her other nipple with my fingers. In contrast, my other hand finally began to explore her now-soaking-wet womanhood. She would lift her lower body every time I moved my finger away from her clit, just to tease her.

But the pleasure on her face gave me so much satisfaction. I wasn’t content with just touching and sucking. I needed to taste her, which I knew she wanted me to.

I slid down to her stomach after feasting on her breasts. My tongue journeyed across her body, leaving my mark as I went until I finally reached the base of her incredibly clean womanhood. How does she do it? Even the first time I touched and tasted her, I noticed how beautiful and clean her pussy was.

I would understand if she were rich, but she comes from an ordinary family. That’s one of the things I love about her, how clean she keeps herself. That’s why I always enjoy eating her pussy, which has become one of my favorite things to do to her.

As always, I let her reach her peak first before I started pounding her until we both screamed together,

“My wife…”

“My husband…”