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She briefly looked down at the wallet before lifting her chin to gaze at me.
Lastly, it’s not stupid. Don’t demean how you feel, especially with me. You’re allowed to feel, Elena, and if this is how you feel, then I’ll have to do my duty as your husband to make you feel better.
She put the wallet down on my desk and stood up. Her chin trembled as she wrapped her arms around my waist and began crying.
Shit.
Did I say something wrong, baby ? I asked, and she only cried harder in response. Mo ghra amhain.
Just hug me back. She exclaimed.
She didn’t have to tell me twice. I lifted her in my arms and crushed her to my chest. I set her down on the desk, and her arms stayed around my waist tightly as she hugged me. I rubbed her back and smoothed my hands down her hair but didn’t shush her.
I allowed her to vent and cry at her own pace, and when her crying died down and all that was left was her sniffling, I pulled away. I reached over for the tissue box and pulled out a few.
She avoided my eyes, but I forced her chin upward and wiped at her tears before cleaning her nose. I didn’t mind, and it was nothing to be embarrassed about.
You look exhausted. Are you sure you don’t have any cramps ? I rested my hand on her stomach. I read that some women have horrible pain, and others throw up while on it.
She smiled softly, her fingers over mine. She lifted my hand to her lips and left a kiss on my palm.
Such a small, soft touch. I felt it everywhere.
No, it’s not that bad. Just the first day is bad. After that, I don’t feel it much for the remainder of the week.
You get yours for a week ? I asked, wanting to know everything about her cycle for future reasons.
Five, six days.
Are you craving anything ? I asked.
Her eyes gleamed, and she nodded her head. Yes.
What is it ? I can go buy it for you if we don’t have it.
Her hands went to the collar of my jacket, and her leg hooked over my waist. A kiss.
Fuck. I groaned as I leaned in closer. A kiss ?
Licking her lips, she nodded her head.
Please, Oisin.
I cradled her face and brushed my lips against hers. She shuddered, and I closed my eyes as I pressed my lips to hers. It was supposed to be a short and sweet kiss, but Elena had other plans as she moaned into my mouth.
Fucking hell.
I kissed her harder, my hands fisting her hair as I guided her how I wanted her. Then, finally, she let me take over, her hands clutching my shirt tightly as she pressed herself tighter against me. I nipped at her bottom lip, and she parted with a low whimper.
My tongue stroked hers, and she was shaking in my arms. She was so needy for this, for me. Her hands unbuttoned my shirt, and she made the sexiest sound as her hands roamed over my chest.
I clutched her hips tighter in my hands and ground my hips onto hers, forcing a moan out of her mouth.
Does Daddy miss me ? She whispered.
So. Fucking. Much.
She cried out as we continued this thrust and grind play with our clothes still on. I couldn’t touch her more than this, and I hated Mother Nature so fucking much.
I wanted to bury myself inside her and mark her all over again, but this would do for now. I massaged her breasts through her shirt, wanting more than this, fuck, wanting so much more than this.
Daddy, it’s too much. She whined.
No, mo ghra amhain, it’s not enough.
Our lips clashed again, and I pulled on her nipples through the thin linen of her shirt while she mewled and thrashed against me. We kissed like we were starved for each other and ate up each other’s sounds and tastes voraciously.
I could feel her shaking, hear the erratic sound of her breathing, and feel her nails digging into my shoulders as she anchored herself to me. I was so hard it hurt, and I want her so bad that it was killing me.
I’d die if I didn’t fuck her soon, and that was the fucking truth. She bit down hard on my bottom lip, and I hissed in pleasure as she tugged it away.
We need to stop. She panted. Besides the door being wide open where anyone can walk past and see us, I don’t want to do anything while I’m on my period.
The door was open ? I kissed her lips softly.
Hmmm, when do you finish ?
Today is my last day. She answered shyly.
I caressed her cheeks, and she gave me the most beautiful smile.
Tomorrow night, I want to come home to you naked on my bed waiting for me. I’m fucking you to make up for lost time. Yes, I’ll use a condom, just until you do everything you want to do. I hate them, but for you, I’ll use them. I’ll give that to you.
She squealed in excitement and wrapped her arms around my neck. Thank you for listening.
Would you lay with me tonight ? To wake up to your face in the morning is all I dream of.
Yes, but I just want to wash up first.
Wash up in my room. I don’t want to be away from you for a moment.
She blushed harder and cleared her throat. You don’t have tampons in your bathroom. She whispered.
Oh. I rubbed the back of my head nervously. Just bring them to my bathroom.
She got off the counter and reached for my hand. Then, without speaking, she led me out of my study and down the hall to her room. She dropped my hand and headed to the bathroom to grab some stuff.
She stepped back out with a little toiletry bag and then went to her closet to change out of her pajamas. I waited patiently for her to finish, and she stepped out a few moments later in entirely different pajamas.
She had an assortment of types of pajamas, and I didn’t care for what she wore, really, as long as she was comfortable. She was in a light-blue buttoned-up sleeved shirt with matching cotton pants with white lace trim at the bottom.
I don’t…. I don’t want to wear the lingerie my mother bought me for when I was going to get married to that guy. It feels wrong to wear it for you. She mumbled nervously.
We’ll burn it all, and then I’ll take you shopping so you can buy new ones if you want. I don’t want you to think I care about stuff like that. I don’t. As long as you’re comfortable, that’s all that matters to me. Now come here. I want to hold you in my arms and sleep on our bed.
She skipped toward me and held my hand with a blushing smile. I led her back to my room, and while she took care of her business in the bathroom, I was in the closet, changing my clothes.
I tossed my clothes in the bin and stayed in my boxers as I headed to the bathroom. I knocked twice and walked in to see her brushing her teeth.
I washed my face and brushed my teeth, and the mere comfort I felt while we did something together was out of the world. It was like we were an actual couple getting ready for bed together, and I fucking loved it.
I saw her reach for the hairbrush, and I set my towel down and grabbed it before her. I gently gathered her hair and ran the brush through the locks.
I can brush my own hair.
Yes, I know, but I used to dream of brushing your hair like this, mo ghra amhain.
It seems like all you did was dream about me.
Do. Not did. I still dream about you. I looked at her through the mirror. Never underestimate what I feel for you.
What do you feel for me ?
I think you know what I feel for you, I stated.
You haven’t said those words yet.
I’ll say them when you fully commit to me.
My eyes fell to her hand where her ring should be, and once her eyes saw where I was looking, she moved her hand off the counter.
Lust is common, Elena, and even though it’s flattering that you want me to touch, kiss, and fuck you. It’s not enough. I don’t want our relationship to be purely sexual.
I finished brushing her hair and then began braiding it for her. I reached for the hair tie and tied it at the bottom. I gently placed my hand around her neck and enjoyed the contrast of my wedding ring where her name was, and I knew she did as well.
I want you to be addicted to me, to need me so close because you can’t breathe without me. I want you to want me so bad that you feel like you’d die if you couldn’t have me. I want you out of your mind for me. Do you understand, mo ghra amhain ?
I do.