Chapter 141: CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY ONE: PERIOD.

~GREY’S POV~

I eased the car into the house. I smiled a little at my sleeping wife. She was exhausted. As quietly as possible, I got out of the car and swept her into my arms. Her eyes opened, she stared at me in confusion for a full minute, then claimed my lips in a brutal kiss.

I had no problem with being her venting toy. As long as it would make her feel better. My footsteps were unhurried and my dick gave a small jerk each time Mira feasted on my neck. She could get extremely horny during her period but there was no release.

Already in the room, I set her down on her feet. She didn’t let go, her ear pressed to my chest and my heart drummed in trepidation.

Moments later, she looked up. Tears gathered in her eyes and I rubbed the back of my hand against her cheek. “It’s okay, baby. She will be fine. I promise.”

“Are you sure?”

I swallowed. “Yes.”

Wiping the under of her eyes with my thumbs, I planted a kiss on her forehead. Questions hung on the tip of my tongue.

I braced myself. “Mira, do you think your dad did that to her?”

Mira stepped away from me. A storm collected in her eyes and she chewed on her nails for the next few seconds. Then she snapped.

“Why would you say that?”

My hands went up in surrender. I was trying to be the logical person among us. The police should have even been called. How could she explain the bruises on her mother’s body? I stepped forward and she moved away. We continued till Mira had nowhere else to run. My eyes softened.

I curled my fingers under her jaw and she swatted my hand. “My love. Baby.” Slowly, my wife’s gaze met mine. “I’m not insinuating anything, okay? But we need answers. To get them, we have to ask the right questions.”

“I don’t think he did it. He’s not a violent man.” Her shoulders slumped, I watched her face as emotions played across her features. “Maybe he has changed. People change.”

I agreed but in our case, I would only change for the better for her. To love her more and better.

“He should be out here looking for her. What if he’s not safe, Grey? What if he’s hurt too?”

That… That was a possibility I never considered. I scooped her into my arms amid her struggle. Lowering myself to the bed, my hand sneaked around her waist and her writhing stopped. Her shoulders shook gently. She was crying again. And I didn’t know what to do.

“Do you want me to involve the police?” I asked.

“If you like.”

“Mira.”

Her tear-coated lashes fluttered. Her blood-shot eyes struck my heart.

“Maybe we should let her wake first.”

“Okay.”

But I made a mental note to call Neil and also request the CCTV for our building. I managed a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

“I love you, Mira.”

“I love you too. Thanks for being here.”

“I signed up for it, my darling. I’m happy to be here.”

She giggled and I helped her to her feet. Padding to the wardrobe for a change of clothes, Mira yawned.

“You must be tired.”

She raised her hands and I helped her out of her shirt. I cupped her breasts and her eyes darkened with lust.

“Are you hungry?” There was a double meaning to my question.

But she nodded. Shredding off my clothes left me in only my briefs and singlet. I held her hand and guided her to the door of the bathroom. She was in only her singlet and her underwear. She stopped me from opening the door.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

My brows scrunched. Wasn’t it obvious? I opened the door but she pulled me back into the room. She shut the bathroom door and stood in my path.

“You don’t want us to bathe together?” I asked. “I was thinking we…” I trailed off without completing my statement due to how my wife was staring at me. “What?”

“I’m on my period.” Her point escaped me.

I still didn’t understand.

She shook her head. “There will be blood, Grey.”

“So?” Sliding my hands behind her, I reached for the knob and twisted it. “What’s a little blood I can’t handle?”

“It’s not little.”

But I ignored her and stepped back into the room to open the drawer full of her underwear to get a fresh pair for her. She had period underwear and regular ones. That was one more thing I learnt about her in our period of living together.

Mira blushed profusely. “Thanks.”

“I’m your husband, Mira. For better, for worse.”

We had never bathed together when she was in her period but I didn’t think she could handle being alone right now. Yet I didn’t want a situation where she would break down and I wouldn’t be there to comfort her.

“Maybe I should just wait. Is that better?”

“Are you sure you won’t be disgusted?”

I laughed and bopped her nose. “I can never be disgusted as long as it’s coming for you.” We entered the bathroom together and she stepped in front of the mirror. “Besides, it’s part of what makes you a woman.”

I was there when she pulled out a tampon. She looked at me once more as she disposed of it but I wasn’t disgusted. Instead, I was intrigued by her. By it all. By the whole feminine process and her resilience. Women needed more credit than they were getting.

“Do you change it all the time?” I asked.

She pulled out a new tampon from the cabinet on the wall and nodded. “Yeah. It all depends on your flow.”

“Oh.” I scratched the base of my neck. Unsure if it was the right question, I asked, “What’s a flow?”

Mira's responding laughter made my cheeks redden in embarrassment. “You ask too many questions,” she said and rushed into the bathroom.

I shrugged.

She stretched her hand to me and I walked over to her like a controlled puppet.

“I’m not sure how to explain it, Grey. But a flow is like the intensity. It can be heavy or medium or little. Mine varies between heavy and medium. The flow reduces on the last day to drops.”

“Okay. Will you show me how to use a tampon?” She frowned. “When we have kids, I’d love to be able to tell them about these things too. It’s good for bonding. It would make for a good daddy and daughter time.”

Mira pecked me on my lips. “I will.”

“Thanks, baby.”

The overhead shower came on, we watched as the water mixed with her menstruation blood and turned red before disappearing down the drain.

Mira looked up. “Disgusted yet? It’s not too late to get out of here.”

I shook my head. I nibbled on her jaw and spoke against her lips, “Never, baby. I can’t be.”

She would need to do better to get rid of me. Closing her hand around my erection, I said, “It has the opposite effect.”

She stroked my dick and a moan tunnelled out of my mouth as her thumb spread my precum all over my shaft. Her fingers pried my peehole and I hissed.

“You know, I was thinking… we have never had sex on your period.”

Mira sucked in a harsh breath. Her hand dropped and I brought it back to continue caressing my throbbing dick.

“Do you want to... try something new?”

“Do you?”

I didn’t reply with words. I spinned her so her back was facing me. Placing her hands on the wall, I linked our fingers above her head and pressed my dick to her backside. Mira shivered. She looked over her shoulder with eyes heavy with desire and winked.That did it for me. We didn’t have to waste time on foreplay. She was fully lubricated as mydick slid into her. Her butt jutted out and I rocked my hips slowly to find a pace suitable for both of us. Mira moaned again, begging me silently to hasten my pace.

“Grey, please.”

“Please, what?” I teased. My lips brushed the shell of her ear.

My tongue darted out to tickle her earlobe. I pulled my dick out of her heat and slowly inserted myself back in. She gasped.

“Tell me what you want, Mira.” I forced myself to go even slower, eager to hear those dirty words from her. “Tell me, baby. Use your words.”

“Fuck me.”

Andi did. I pounded into her from behind, moving in and out of her slickness with a grunt from both of us. My body tensed as I neared my release, I pulled out entirely and switched positions so I was carrying her. Her arms locked around my neck, I tightened my hands around her waist and pushed my dick into her cunt. She gave a long moan of approval.

“Don’t stop, baby. Please.” Her eyes opened, she placed a wet kiss on my nose and lips. “Fuck me, Grey.”

The shower was still on but the only thing that mattered was my wife, the pleasure I brought to her as my dick rammed into her slick cunt. Mira’s nails dug into my shoulder. She sang out my name in a holy whisper as I continued my thrusts. We came together. Blood pounded in my ears, my chest rose and fell. Our breaths came out in one harsh pant. For a few seconds, no one spoke.

Soft lips met my forehead, my eyes darted to her face and she smiled. “I love you. You’re my sunshine, Grey.”