Duplicity Of Desire Bound To The Wrong Man

Ruth's POV

When did I fall asleep? I can't quite remember, I glanced at the wall clock in the room, it was past eleven PM. I looked around me hoping to find my cold and indifferent husband but what was I thinking? That he'll just show up out of the blue after disappearing for weeks.

I pushed the duvet off my body and dragged myself downstairs to get myself a glass of water. I heard the front door opening wondering who it was by this time of the night. I picked up a knife for protection and went to take a look. It was my husband, the same man who had left me without any word.

"Adrian." I called out softly, dropping the knife on a nearby side stool.

He looked at me with an intensity in his eyes that made something in me burn, what is wrong with my cold and aloof husband?

"Are you okay?" I took slow and calculated steps towards him.

He dropped his back on the floor, taking slow calculated steps towards me. I didn't move back because he is my husband and although our marriage is based on convenience, he hasn't ever given me a reason to back away from him.

I was pulled into a sudden kiss, one that felt rushed. His tongue pried my lips open and I opened up willingly letting him taste my mouth, letting his tongue play chase with mine.

By the time the kiss ended I was left breathless and lightheaded.

"Adrian what's wrong with you?" I had to ask again because this is unlike him, my husband has never kissed me passionately, he has never stared at me with longing in his eyes. He lifted me off the ground, my head swinging facing the ground and my feet dangling in the air.

What is this behavior? Everything is just foreign to me. I was thrown on the bed, he came on top of taking my lips again while his hands worked hastily on my nightdress.

This might be a one time opportunity, rather than sitting here and watching doubting my husband I should welcome everything he was giving me.

So I helped him out of his dress as well. In less than a minute we were both stark naked, skin against skin. I was expecting our boring sex routine but he surprised me when he started trailing kisses down my body.

He sucked and nibbled my neck leaving a trail of hickeys on his way.

He took in my left breast, he sucked, pulled and bit my nipples, while his hand gave my right breast the same attention.

The pleasure seethe inside my bones, I felt a warm feeling inside my stomach, my legs stretched digging into the bedsheets.

"Adrian..." I moaned, feeling the pleasure drawing me into an abyss.

He suddenly left my breast, the cold I felt seconds later made me shudder in delight. Adrian stood in between my legs and spread my thighs apart, pressing them on the bed.

He locked eyes with me while lowering his head down my throbbing pussy. With his one hand carrying his weight on the mattress the other wrapped around my thigh before his tongue sank deep into my hole.

Adriana's tongue moved inside me with precision, unconsciously I wrapped my fingers on his beautiful black hair.

I bucked my hips and spread my legs wider making his work easier for him.

Adrian ate my pussy like it was his favorite meal groaning from time to time.

I was struggling to keep up with how fast he was moving in and out my pussy with his tongue.

"Oh God! Oh sweet lord!" I couldn't stop myself from yelling at the top of my voice.

His tongue was replaced by his fingers, four buried deep inside my tight pussy while his thumb worked on my clit.

His mouth found my breast again. My head went blank, the pleasure was coming from different ankles, I didn't know which one to focus on.

"You like that don't you?" He asked, talking for the first time since he came back.

"I do, I like it so much Adrian." Came my rushed and sincere reply.

His fingers thrust in and out my pussy roughly while his thumb eager massaged my clit. I felt my orgasm building, the pleasure moved from my stomach to my pussy, my walls clamp up.

"Adrian I'm going to cum!" I yelled, my breathing came in a haggard bust.

"Go ahead, cum for daddy." His voice sounded husky and needy, I knew he was holding by a thin thread.