EroticReverie

Victor Vos

After I'd fucked her, and we came together. I knew tonight wouldn't be a good night for what I had planned, which was the dozen men that had already had her, would share her again, together. All at once, while I watched. I could have been a bastard and told her to do it anyways. She would have. I know she would have. She maybe would have even enjoyed it. But the truth was, I was fucked up. Mila, had me fucked up today, and I'd returned to the party to tell the players in tonights game that it was off. I also told them Mila was under the weather, so I was going to stick around for just a bit longer then tend to her. 

She wasn't under the weather. I'd left her sobbing in our bed, and then told her I'd call off tonights plans. Because I couldnt stay there and watch her cry like that. 

I was in bed ready for her to come to me, so I could kiss her, and touch her, and yes, probably fuck her. 

I always, always, was in the mood to fuck Mila. 

i was sitting up against our head board, watching her lotion her body, head to fucking toe, naked in our bathroom, I tilted my head when she bent over, watching her ass, looking at her pussy, admiring how beautiful every inch of her was. Freshly showered, her hair still slightly damp after blow drying it, she put it up in a messy little pile ontop of her head and then walked out of the bathroom. 

I watched her, as she avoided looking at me as she walked to the other side of our massive bedroom and into the walk in closet. 

A few minutes later she returned in a night, which was a lace and satin floral nighty. The straps as well as the part of it hugging her tits, was white lace, the rest was a soft satin floral pattern, and it  was short, but enough to cover her ass and pussy unfortunately. 

I studied her, not saying a word as she wordlessly did other things around the room. Picking up her dress from the floor from earlier and bringing it back to the closet, I listened to her move a hanger and then some others. I sighed, waiting for her to return, waiting for her to get into bed. I was patient though. I wanted her to come to me, not for me to call her. 

I lean my head back with a heavy sigh, and jump to life when she walks back out. Still. Not fucking looking at me. 

"Mila." I say, losing my patience with her. But keeping my voice calm. 

"Yes Victor?" she asks as she walks over to the lounge chair and straightens the one single fucking pillow on it. 

I hate the tone in her voice, sounding like a stuck up brat. But it makes my dick twitch regardless that she's being so fucking difficult.

"Come to bed." I say , watching her turn, and walk over, still not looking at me until she gets to the foot of the bed. 

She lifts her chin and her eyes fall on mine, and my chest tightens. She's fucking beautiful, and I love when she looks at me, but not like this. 

"I'd like permission to sleep on my own tonight." she says , standing straight, chin up. My lips tighten, my nostrils flare, I feel my fingers curl into fists. 

"Permission not granted." I say. 

She lets out a sigh. "Victor I just need one nig-"

"NO" I say and her mouth pauses, open , and I watch her shut it slowly. 

"I will not EVER...have you sleeping in a seperate room." 

"You are mine...and you belong next to me...get into OUR bed, now." I order her. 

"I'm not getting into bed with you tonight." She says. "I'll stay in this room, but I'm not sleeping with you. I'm not kissing you, I'm not touching you, and I'm not fucking you." she says. 

My nostrils flare. 

"Why?" I ask , studying her, knowing I could break her, knowing i could MAKE her get into bed. I could tie her to it if I wanted to . She knows I could, she knows she'd let me. 

"Come here." I say. 

"No." she says and fight myself from getting up and laying her over my ass and spanking her for using that word. 

My nostrils flare. 

"FINE!" I yell and throw the covers off my lap. 

"You can have the fucking bed!"  I say, watching her back up as I storm past her, grabbing a blanket, and then storming back to the bed and grabbing a pillow and throwing them at the foot of the bed. 

"I don't want the be-"

"shut the fuck up and go to bed Mila" I growl taking to the floor. 

"And turn off the fucking lights." 

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Mila Vos

I stare at him on the floor, scowl on his face, eyes closed, with the too small throw blanket over him. I let my shoulders sag, and I roll my eyes, refusing to give in. He's letting me win this one, I told him No. Big mistake. I'd pay for it eventually. But tonight..he was letting me have the small bit of space i'd asked for. 

I walked over to the wall, turning out the lights other than the one above our bed. 

Once in bed, I reached over. Dimming it, and then turning it off. 

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An hour later, silence in the room, me laying on my back, hands at my side just staring blankly at the ceiling, sleep could not find me. We'd never spent a night apart since the day we met. Victor and I, always slept in the same bed, we were inseparable in the way that our bodies needed each other close to rest. 

He was here, and he was close...but he wasn't close enough. I turned to my side and laid there. Then turned again. 

Victor Vos

I lay there listening to her as her legs shuffle under the covers, as she tosses and turns. I had thought maybe she was asleep , because i'd been laying here, unable to sleep without her nestled against me. I wasn't used to not having her with me at night. She'd become a fucking necessity for me to calm myself enough to fall asleep. 

I listened as she huffed and whimpered slightly when she too couldnt find sleep. 

I listened as the covers were pulled back and her feet hit the floor quietly. I shut my eyes. Half praying the girl wouldnt stab me as I laid there. 

I felt her feet walk around me and then felt her sit down and lift the small blanket I'd taken in my man tantrum , and slide under it with me. 

Still on my side she pushes up carefully against me and then takes my  one arm, lifting it and then putting it around her as she nestles into my chest. I let out a sigh as she settles, my arm pulling her closer and she slides her arm around me, lifting her leg up over my hip. 

I let out another sigh as her body moves against mine, her pantiless pussy grinding against my cock which was hard for her the instant she laid on the floor with me. 

Without a word, I reach down, taking it out of my silk boxers for her, pushing them down a bit. 

Then I lift my hand to her thigh, pulling it further over me, as she then reaches down and guides me to her entrance, we dont look at each other, we don't talk , and we both let out a shared exhale as she puts my cock inside of her. My hand sliding up her thigh to her ass, pulling her into me and I thrust gently into her. 

I sigh as her cunt hugs my cock, her head buried beneath my chin, in my neck and chest, as she holds onto me, her own body working with mine as we fuck quietly on the bedroom floor. 

My thrusts do grow harder, and I drive myself into her as far as I can take it. Still no words are spoken just the sounds of our breaths as we both keep our moans and groans to the bare minimum. It's not until I hear her whimper and her teeth bite on my shoulder that I let out a groan and then roll slightly so I hover over her. 

Mila Vos

I was weak, so fucking weak. I couldn't help it.  So I'd crawled onto the floor with him and took what we both needed. I knew he wasn't asleep, because Victor has a very light snore, and he was silent , too fucking silent. So I knew he couldnt sleep without me either. 

As soon as I was on the floor, and felt him hard for me, I knew I was going to be even more weak, because, truth was I wanted him inside me.  We don't speak, and it's too much to keep quiet when his cock keeps sliding in at out of my slick pussy, and my walls clench around him when he goes deep. I let out a whimper, and then bite his shoulder when I feel him go harder. 

We both start to breath heavier as he rolls over ontop and hovers, on his knees, my ass in his lap, he leans up and grabs my hips and keeps going. 

My mouth open, as I pant, breathing heavily as I feel him, feel every inch of him fill me. We're locking eyes , even though we can barely see, but our eyes had adjusted to the dark somewhat, and I can see the glassy reflection of them as he watches me. 

I reach up, grabbing his wrists as he holds my waist, bucking my hips and letting out a moan as I feel myself get close. 

He groans and I arch my back and curse quietly. Nothing has ever felt as good as Victor feels. When he's inside me it's fucking indescribable. I was on a three year high, still riding it with him, never tiring of the way his cock felt inside me.  

I fight back the words I want to say , the words he wont return, even though they are on the tip of my tongue. 

I won't give them to him anymore I decided when he left me sobbing on our bed earlier. He doesn't want them, he doesn't feel the same way, so why waste those words on him. I'd keep them to myself now. 

Because the said truth was, even if Victor couldnt love me, he would still be enough for me. Because anything he would give me, I would take. This is what is was going to be. Just sex. Just dirty afternoons with men he knew. And nights with him inside me, filling me with cum.  I'd take it all. Gladly. Because I was desperate for him , and something was better than nothing. Something had to be enough. 

I let my orgasm crash through me, cumming all over my husbands cock. My husband, what did those words even mean? Nothing. 

I bucked my hips and screamed as I came, in anger, in pleasure, in the fucking torture, that the man who made me feel so many things, felt possibly every emotion other than the one I needed. 

I wanted to curse at him as I came violently, his cock still fucking me. 

He shuddered and jerked his hips and spilled into me with a groan and then leaned forward as I panted beneath him in the aftermath of my orgasm, and he pumped his hips again, not done with me yet. 

He slid out and turned me over. Putting me on all fours, Victor grabbed my hair as he slammed back into me. 

He was harder this time, rougher. I moaned and fought to hold myself up on my hands and knees as his hands dug into my flesh at my hips as he worked his hips, taking me, pulling me back against his cock. 

I whimpered, because I couldnt stand how good it felt , couldnt stand how addicted I was to him. It was sick, nobody should be this crazy about another person, it wasn't healthy. 

"Fuck you feel so fucking good Mila" he groans and yanks my hair, and I let out a loud moan and start to push back against him. 

"Oh god baby" he groans and slams into me as I scream, and I cry out as we meet each others bodies, hard and wild, fucking one another as hard as we can. 

His voice finally breaking through the silence, filling the room along with the slap of our skin and the sound of our breathing. 

"You're mine baby..." he groans. "You're mine" 

"My fucking wife..." he growls 

I wince as he pulls my hair harder. 

"mine" his voice rumbles as he growls and I clench on his cock as if in response, my pussy confirming that indeed I'm his. 

"you drive me fucking crazy" he grunts. 

"You fucking know that?" he growls and pulls my hair again as he fucks me and I bite my lip. 

"Every second of the day Mila...it's you...it's always you on my fucking mind" he groans. 

"You're so fucking perfect....i can't stand it....you're so fucking good to me baby..." he groans I let out a whimper as his cock takes me closer, along with his words. 

"nobody drives me crazy like you do" he groans. 

"nobody ever fucking will." he jerks his hips and groans. 

"You're it" he grunts as he cums. "And I'm never....ever" he thrusts. 

"Letting you go." 

I tremble as my pussy cums on his cock and he leans over. 

"I'll never send you away." he whispers and my eyes sting.

"I promise." he kisses my back and then slides out slowly and grabs me gently and lays on his side, pulling me to his chest. 

He lifts his head and kisses my temple, then lays his head back behind mine. 

"When I tell you that you are mine Mila....I mean it." 

I hold onto his arms that are wrapped around me, feeling him hold me to him, to claim me. 

"Nobody else can have you. Ever." he whispers. 

My heart soars, even without the three words spoken. 

"I might not be able to give you everything you need, say...what you need to hear....but I can promise you at least, that I want you here....not just now...but always. You're fucking perfect." he kisses my shoulder.

"I know that you worry about when you get older...you think I wont want you.." he says. 

He lets out a heavy sigh. 

"But that's fucking impossible Mila. I will never not want you." He confesses and my heart is thudding in my chest and we lay there for a moment. 

"Can we clean up and lay in our bed now, this floor is awful" he says and I let out a slight laugh and nod.