Chapter 159 - I Love You Veronica - Feddos
Veronica
He was waiting for my answer to his question, the atmosphere still so warm.
"You're changing the lives of many children in the orphanages, you could build schools."
"I like that idea." He kissed my forehead. "However, I feel there's something more."
"Let's let time tell us, I'll always be by your side to support you."
"I love you."
He turned me around, he was on top of me, he was naked and the only thing covering me was his white t-shirt, which disappeared in the blink of an eye. His gaze full of desire sent shivers through my body, I felt tired, but my body had a will of its own and it needed him. His lips took over mine, his tongue invaded and wreaked havoc, his hands delicately caressed my skin as if it were made of glass and he feared hurting me.
Where his hands passed, my skin tingled, he started to cover my body with his wet kisses, my sex throbbed with pure desire, begging to be touched, and as if he had heard me, a gentle touch thrilled that place of desire.
"Veronica, you're ready, love."
I didn't answer, I just tangled my hand in his hair, pulling him to take my mouth.
"I'll love you having hair."
"I can see that. But I want my mouth somewhere else, darling."
He bit my lower lip, positioned himself between my legs, his tongue was a master at driving me crazy in seconds, his caresses circled around my rear ring, which was driving me insane.
"Do you trust me?" Now what was he going to do? I nodded. "I can't hear you."
"Yes."
"I love you."
He placed that delicious mouth back on my sex and when I least expected it, his finger entered that place that had never been touched, the discomfort passed, he didn't move it.
"Get used to it, beautiful."
My blessed sensations were unleashed, even though he didn't move his finger, I sought pleasure with my movements that the intruder caused in me. His tongue kept increasing the pleasure, I saw him smile with such malice at my explosion of pleasure and while I was still vibrating, he entered me... I moaned again.
God, it was blissfully delicious! I don't regret not having experience, deep down I was happy to learn about these sensations with my husband, the only man who should know me completely, I don't judge and I don't want to seem sexist, but in this intimate aspect, it was incredible the connection created between lines of experience and inexperience.
Where he prides himself on teaching me to discover the basic and at the same time transcendental pleasures of marital union. If I could shout to young women to wait to have such knowledge with that special person, with that person who shows you with actions more than words that they would be willing to give you the world and defend you at the same time, I would tell them to wait.
Every second Roland was more imprinted on my skin, every moment he took over my gestures, as he kept moving inside me slowly, driving me crazy, my head lost itself in that sea of sensations, and I didn't see him approach until he spoke in my ear.
"I love seeing your skin shiver because of my caresses. I adore you, Veronica."
And without expecting it, I vibrated again, and this time with the urge to cry from the happiness of having him back, I didn't hold back and let myself go.
"Come with me."
I don't control my body, since it met Roland it does what he commands, while the mutual spasms passed, my husband kissed my tears away.
"These tears I accept."
"I love you," I said.
"Not more than I do."
I was tired, I let sleep envelop me, hands adjusted me, I felt him cover us with the blanket, then strong arms clung to my waist. I was happy, ecstatic, full, and tremendously in love. He was with me and would stay until death do us part, until we were old. Far away, I heard his voice.
"Now yes, until the day I die." In my subconscious, I smiled.
I woke up past five in the morning, Roland had me pinned as if he feared losing me, his hand was holding my breast, his nose pressed to my hair, I tried to move, as I urgently needed to go to the bathroom.
My bladder hurt a lot from needing to pee and my groin from the night of passion. My husband's body was a mass, his legs tangled with mine, I removed the hand from my breast, I started moving, but he pulled me back to his body.
"Honey, I need to go to the bathroom." He still didn't react. "Roland, I need to pee!"
In an indistinct mumble, he tried to say something, finally moving, and I ran out. I relieved myself, brushed my teeth and washed my face. When I came out, he was still deeply asleep, I stood at the foot of the immense bed looking at him without stopping smiling, I seemed like a fool, silly, in love, call me whatever you want, it was inevitable, feeling happy, my heart was swollen with joy, I love, adore this man.
I left the room to prepare breakfast. I looked at the clock; it was still very early. I was going to make some empanadas. In the fridge, I had seen cheese, ham. There had to be flour somewhere. I searched through all the drawers until I found it. I got lost in my culinary task, submerged in memories of my husband's caresses. I made coffee, orange juice from the fridge, and chopped fruit waiting to be served.
"It smells so good." His large hands wrapped around my waist, and he kissed my neck. "Don't leave me alone in bed without telling me again. I want to wake up looking at your beautiful face. From now on, we get up together in the morning, promise? Good morning, my love." He offered me a couple of pills, and I looked at him with raised eyebrows.
"Good morning," I replied. "Is this for...?" I turned and kissed him on the mouth.
"You smell incredible." My skin tingled all over. "What kind of empanadas are these?" He smiled, poured a glass of water, and handed it to me. "Beautiful, these are for the pain you must be feeling. The fact that you don't complain makes me uneasy. You're new to this; you must be sore." I nodded. "See? Take them."
"Thank you. The empanadas are cheese, ham and cheese, and Hawaiian. Coffee with milk, orange juice, and I also chopped some fruit."
"I see I won't be starving." I smiled.
"Don't get too excited."
"What do you mean?" I took out the last empanadas and turned off the stove. I saw the mischief in his eyes.
"Can we have breakfast first and then see if we can satisfy your dirty mind?"
"What I'm thinking isn't dirty at all. On the contrary, it's delicious." That seductive voice.
"Let's eat."
"We could do both at the same time."
"Forget it, sit down, you pervert." His hearty laugh made me laugh too. "Sit down, love." I repeated insistently.
"Alright."
With Roland at the table, I served breakfast. Not to brag, but the empanadas turned out delicious.
"These things are really good," he said with his mouth still full.
"Thanks."
We showered together, and as expected, we made love again. It was useless to keep our hands still. I wanted to touch him all the time, to make sure he was by my side. Who would have thought I'd become addicted to him? A kiss, a touch, a lustful look from him would ignite me, making my insides wet. Seeing his member harden...
Blessed be the Creator! That image left me at his mercy. I had no control over my body when he touched it. The shameless man knew who owned him. Once Roland was dressed, and believe me, he always dressed well, but seeing him in jeans, a fitted plaid shirt, a hat, and cowboy boots was a visual orgasm.
My husband was sexy, a man who exuded masculinity, and to top it off, he had plenty to boast about. Seeing our wedding ring on his hand made me immensely happy because that man was mine. I'd pull the hair out of any intruder who tried to take him from me. I laughed at my thoughts. He noticed.
"Veronica..." Don't call me that, or I won't be responsible for my actions. I don't even recognize myself right now.
"I know! Don't look at me like you want to suck it again." His eyes widened.
"God, I'll end up creating a sex monster."
"Stop saying..." His arms wrapped around me.
"I'd love for you to be uninhibited. I'm available to satisfy your desires, Mrs. Sandoval."
"Don't be silly."
I blushed, took his hand, and we left the cabin heading toward Las Alondras.
"This is the other way," he said. "We won't go through El Renacer. I already texted Miguel; they're on their way to the house. We'll spend the day with family. I need to give instructions and have the cattle we bought transported to our ranch. Also, pack clothes, take the dogs, the horses. By the way, that mare you bought..."
"Chocolate?"
"Is that the name you gave her?" I nodded. "I thought of a similar name. She's beautiful." He drove with my hand in his, as he always had since we started dating.
"It doesn't seem like we were ever apart."
"Our souls never were. I never stopped thinking about you." It felt wonderful to hear him speak that way.
"Me neither."
I leaned in to kiss him. He slowed down, stopped the car, and then deepened the kiss. His tongue entered deliciously, demandingly, possessively, exploring, biting, savoring my lips.
"Love..." His breathing was heavy. "I'll do whatever you want."
I don't know if it's an advantage or disadvantage that he knows me so well. I must confess the truth: since he put on those clothes, I've wanted to take them off. I imagined him making love to me. At this moment, I just needed to unzip him. God, my delicious need for his body will be my downfall. I wasn't doing anything wrong; he was my husband, the only one with the right to touch me...