Our home was in an upscale neighborhood where I still didn't feel I belonged. Annette had been raised in this lifestyle whereas I grew up in a very blue-collar home. My dad came home dirty every night. His hands were rough and he worked long hours but he never complained about it. He did occasionally remark that he wished he could do better for mom and I but she would put that notion out of his head saying that we were doing just fine, and we were.
"Annie, are you home?"
"In the kitchen." I heard her call out as I set my things down on the entryway table before heading that way. She stood at the end of the island reading something, mail scattered on the counter before her. She wore a blue button down over black leggings. She was still breathtaking to me. A tall, blue-eyed, Nordic, blonde that was out of my league in every way. She would get mad at me for saying things like that in the past. Now I secretly harbored those beliefs as my eyes took in her curves.
"Anything pressing?" I noted the crease between her eyes as she read.
"Huh? Oh no, just work stuff." She set it down and turned leaning into me for a kiss. I took her in my arms and deepened it. Her arms wrapped around my neck as she devoured me. She was breathing hard when we came up for air. "I don't know what brought that on but I'm all for it." Her smile was radiant in the fading kitchen light.
"You are the oasis in my desert of long days."
Her eyes softened. "And just like that, dinner is going to be late." She took my hand and tugged me through the doorway heading toward the stairs.
I chuckled. "This wasn't my intention."
"Then you should be more careful about getting me all hot and bothered with sweet talk." She turned on me at the base of the stairs and kissed me again, her tongue searching out mine. My hands roamed down over her back resting on her ass and pulling her against me. She broke free and led me up the stairs to our bedroom where we took no time to divest each other of clothing. We fell into bed entwined in each others arms and I entered her with a need I couldn't articulate. I fucked her with abandon plowing my hips into hers lasting longer than I had a right too before erupting. We cuddled for a few minutes and she lifted her face and kissed my jaw.
"The last time you came at me like a bull in heat, Judy had drunkenly hit on you at my birthday party."
I made a questioning noise in the back of my throat.
"What's bothering you?"
"Nothing." I lied. The taste of Emily on my tongue coming back to me. Where as Annie was sweet and light on my tongue, Emily had been spicy and musky. Emily was small in my hands and I felt like I could rag doll her around into any position I wanted her in, Annie was more my equal in size and strength owing to her years of martial arts training and working out. She was a match for any man on any level and that strength had drawn me in and kept us together for sixteen years.
I glanced at her, her eyes bright in the nearly dark room. One eyebrow was cocked and she waited for me to spit out what was bothering me.
Guilt.
I had never strayed, or even wanted to and that included her red-haired minx of a girlfriend Judy who had come onto me several years prior. Annie tore at my clothes that night and told me to do anything to her that I had imagined doing to Judy. When we came up for air we both had marks from the encounter. That was one of the incredible things about Annie. She knew we were sexual animals. She couldn't keep me from looking at other women, or them from hitting on me, it certainly happened to her often enough. She could make me very aware of what I had at home which made the idea of straying a waste of time. I could have been a jealous dick all of these years, but she constantly reinforced that I had nothing to worry about and if she got the hots for someone, she'd take it out on me in the bedroom, once joking if she called out Jason Momoa's name during sex to just brush it off. That was the kind of relationship we had.
She let out a deep sigh. "What's her name."
I hugged her tighter.
"We promised." Her voice was a whisper.
"I know."
Early in our relationship, long before I'd had the good sense to ask her to marry me, we had been sitting together wrapped in each others arms in front of a bonfire, some other friends were there but had paired off and moved away for privacy. We'd made a little pact that we would always be open and honest with one another. We both acknowledged our deep love for one another, but we were both adult enough to understand that things happened, things changed, and we wouldn't be the type of couple that would turn away from one another. If it happened we would go our separate ways amicably, if it came down to that, because deep down the love and respect we had for one another was deeper and stronger than anything.
I didn't deserve her, and the guilt started to weigh heavier.
"Name." She whispered, and I felt a tear on my chest.
"Emily... my assistant."
"That's pretty fucking cliché Rob. Who started it?"
"She did." I told her about what happened last week when I asked for some aspirin for my headache, and what had happened today. Annie started stroking my cock.
"I thought I was enough." She whispered and I felt another hot tear fall on my chest.
"You are!" I rolled her onto her back and loomed over her looking into her tear filled eyes. "You are!" I kissed her hard, unrelenting as I took her breath, only giving her a moment to catch it before kissing her again.
"Annie, you're my everything."
"Then prove it, if you can. Do to me what you did to her." The hurt in her eyes had turned to challenge.
From past experience I knew that sexual power plays turned Annie on. She liked to be taken like a petulant romantic heroine. She loved bodice-ripping romance novels and sometimes she would begin role playing them becoming a cold and snippy little witch to me knowing that I would catch on and put her on her back and take her like the novel's hero invariably did.
I reached down and swept her knee to the side opening her legs, my fingers finding her center and stroking gently at first.
"You're mine, and I'm yours, always." I said, my voice low and menacing. I leaned down and took her mouth. Her hands pressed into my shoulders as I dragged my lips from hers and made my way down her neck. Her gasps fueled my desire as my fingers worked into her. I grazed her nipple with my teeth making her suck in a tight breath. I made my way down her body and tasted her, us, as my tongue found her center. I ran my fingers up and back, the tip of my tongue dancing around her clit. Her knees came up as she let out a low moan, her hands grasping my hair. I refused to relent and brought her to orgasm quickly, her legs closing around my head as her hips lifted off the bed.
She had no sooner relaxed trying to catch her breath when I grabbed her and rolled her face down and yanked her hips back so she was on her knees. I moved behind her and sank my hard cock into her. I began taking long punishing strokes, driving my hips forward.
"Mine." I gasped as I plunged into her repeatedly. I reached forward and gathered her hair pulling her head back as I lifted my hips driving into her. "Understand?"
"Yes!" She cried.
I wrapped my arm around her midsection and drove one last time. My climax ripped through me quickly. I let go of her hair and kissed the back of her neck.
"And I'm yours." I said with a gasp.
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