"What was all that about?" I ask her as I toss my keys on the kitchen counter.
She says nothing.
Clara walks into the parlour after asking if she could switch on the TV.
"You almost killed that woman in there. Care to explain?" I ask, moving forward until I have her pinned against the kitchen counter.
Her eyes darken.
"I do not know". She whispers.
I lift her up and seat her on the counter and spread her legs.
"I think I would call that jealousy". I whisper into her ear.
Her breathing increases in pace.
" That is just you being conceited". She says quietly with her eyes closed.
I kiss her neck. She arches even more.
I slip my hand underneath her crimson gown and reach for her underwear. I slowly pull it off without taking my eyes off hers. She lifts her hips slightly so that I can pull it off completely. She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me.
I take advantage of her parted lips and slip my tongue inside. Her mouth is moist and slippery.
She slips her hands underneath my T- shirt and touches my bare chest. She better be careful. There are daggers on my back.
I run my hands over her bare bottom and smack her.
She struggled not to gasp.
I press her down on the kitchen table and start pressing kisses along the length of her thigh. She clutches my hair as she struggles to keep still.
This is the only thing that makes her lose her self control. She never shows any emotions except earlier at the hospital and right now.
I am hundred percent sure she was jealous. That is a first.
I never knew I would be excited at the prospect of a woman willing to kill another woman for me with just a stare.
I think I'll consider myself lucky.
I slip a finger into her. She jerks up slightly, but lays down again.
I work her until she grabs the table to keep herself still.
I replace my hands with my mouth. She stifles a gasp. There is a child in the next room. I lick around her opening with my tongue before I thrust it into her. She grips my hair as a tremor ripples through her. I feel her clench around my tongue. I swirl it in a slow circular pattern around her walls and I feel her coming. I lick up her juice and lean forward to kiss her as she lays on the counter. Her mouth is open and her eyes are closed.
I let her taste her own essence. She moans as I deepen the kiss.
I pull her off the table and flip her until she has her back to me.
Just as I bend her over, I see a tiny little frame standing by the door. She just came.
I immediately release Arya and wipe my mouth. Arya arranges her dress and walks towards the girl. I seize the opportunity and pick up Arya's discarded underwear and put it in my back pocket.
"Is there any problem?" I hear Arya asking.
The girl nods. Arya follows her out of the kitchen.
Before she leaves, she turns and mouths, "Wait for me in our bedroom".
I just stand there and gape at her. I needed immediately release. I had been interrupted at the climax of the situation. This is not fair.
I no longer have privacy with my wife.
I march up to the room to wait for her. I take off my clothes and lie naked on the bed.
I wait for almost an hour and Arya does not show up. I am literally burning up.
She finally does, but she only comes to pick up something, much to my disappointment.
My anticipation slowly dies down and I prepare to head into the shower.
Just as I grab my towel, she comes in.
"What did she want?" I ask, annoyed.
"Things you do not need to worry yourself about". She said quietly.
She slowly comes forward and puts her hand on my chest.
I pull her hand off.
"I am no longer in the mood". I tell her.
She is unfazed. She unfastens my towel. My erecrion rises up boldly. It is still ripe and swollen.
She grabs it and I gasp.
She squeezes it and I feel like I would run mad.
I pick her up and toss her on the bed.
"I couldn't find my panties in the kitchen. Did you take them?" She asks.
" Yeah". I say with a nod, even though I am barely listening.
She kneels down and I bend her with one of my hands. I probe her opening slowly and thrust into her.
She gasps as I fill her up. I rock at the pace that gets her all the time. I reach and squeeze one plump mound of her breasts with my free hand.
She is gasping in rhythm with my thrusts now. I am almost there. She is almost there as well. I can feel it. She starts clenching around me.
I thrust in one more time and shudder as I come inside her.
Her chest is heaving with her heavy breathing. We both collapse on the bed while still joined.
"Now we both need that shower". She mumbles into the bed.
"I think I can go again". I whisper in her ear.
I feel myself getting hard already.
She turns to me with an amused expression.
"Shower". She repeats.
I let her lead the way. I watch her lather her sponge with shampoo. When she is done, I take it from her.
She looks up at me with wide eyes. I begin to wash her. I linger around her breasts, rubbing the tips with my thumb and she gasps. I work my way downward. I slip the sponge in between her legs and she tightens her hips around my hands.
Water enters her open mouth as she gasps again. She slowly relaxes her legs and I continue the obviously wanted assault as I continue washing her.
Then, she surprises me by going on her knees and washing my length. After washing and rinsing it, she takes it into her mouth and sucks on it.
I hold on to the bathroom wall with one hand and grip her head with my other hand.
We have only tried this once before and she had not liked it. What changed her mind?
Fastforward to when we are out of the shower and fully dressed.
We lay on the bed, on our separate corners.
"What do you think she is doing?" She asks me.
I have no idea.
"Sleeping, maybe". I reply distractedly.
"I should check on her". She says and slides off the bed.
*Not yet. I want to talk to you". I say.
She settles back on the bed.
"Do you remember the trip that I talked about last night?" I ask her.
She nods.
"I was actually serious about it".