Chapter 39 His Quiet Way of Loving Me
IRA'S POV
I am sitting peacefully in the garden of my house. The soft evening breeze is flowing, the leaves on the trees are gently rustling, and there is a strange, soothing silence in the air.
I am holding a cup of coffee in my hand, slowly taking sips from it. Sitting right in front of me is my husband, Jack my handsome man, who is my entire world.
His eyes are deep and sharp, his face confident as always. He is a famous businessman, known to the whole world. But in my life, he is not just a businessman… he is everything to me.
I met him during a meeting. From the very first meeting, I don’t know why, my heart was drawn toward him.
The way he spoke, the care hidden behind his seriousness everything slowly made me fall in love with him. And then, not much time passed… he married me.
As I sip my coffee and look at him, he suddenly speaks while looking at me, “Ira… I don’t like you going to your parents’ house at all. Don’t go there. How many times have I told you?”
There is less concern and more anger in his voice.
I get a little surprised and ask softly, “What’s wrong with you, Jack?”
Without blinking, he replies, “I don’t like it. And your dad doesn’t like you going there either.”
Hearing this, I fall completely silent. The smile on my face slowly fades away. I place the cup aside, stand up, and calmly walk over to him, sitting in his lap. I start looking closely at his face, as if trying to find answers to my questions in his eyes.
He becomes slightly uncomfortable and says, “Please, Ira… don’t distract me like this. I cannot tolerate your insult at all. I would kill someone for it… even if it were your dad.”
His words pierce straight through my heart. Tears slip from my eyes.
The moment he sees my tears, he immediately realizes that he has crossed a line.
In a softer voice, he says, “I’m sorry… please Ira, don’t cry.”
Without saying anything, I hug him tightly. My fist clutches his shirt, as if I’m trying to hold myself together. He gently runs his hand through my hair and says, “I love you, Ira.”
I remain silent. My throat feels heavy. After a few moments, I finally speak in a choked voice, “Everyone hurts me, Jack… you hurt me too. You can’t see my pain.”
He quickly leans toward me, almost in panic, and says, “No, Ira, that’s not true at all. You are very precious to me. I can never hurt you. You are my life. I just… cannot tolerate your insult.”
I softly say, “He is my dad. Maybe he doesn’t love me, but I love him.”
He takes a deep breath and calms himself before saying, “Okay… do whatever you feel is right. But if he says anything to you in front of me, there will be no one worse than me.”
Looking into his eyes, I reply, “He won’t say anything.”
Wiping away my tears, he says, “Stop crying now. You know… I can’t bear to see tears in your eyes.”
I slowly calm down. And then, without any warning, he suddenly leans forward and presses his lips against mine.
Jack slides his warm hand inside my top and begins to stroke my soft waist with soothing ease. I continue to kiss him deeply, savoring this affectionate touch, but suddenly his hand moves to my breasts and he squeezes them firmly, forcing a sharp yet thin scream from my lips, "Ahh..!!"
I immediately break free from his kiss and stare at him, to which he responds with a mischievous smirk, saying, "Even after a year of marriage, you haven't gotten used to enduring my love?"
Looking into his eyes, I speak in a complaining tone, "Can't you just be a little gentle?"
Hearing my words, he moves even closer and speaks with a sense of possessive right, "There’s no fun in being gentle. When I hear your voice, it feels amazing; it makes me realize that you are enjoying me just as much." I laugh at his words and say, "Oh, you!"
I try to get up, but he suddenly grabs my waist and hoists me into his arms. A surprised "Jack...!!" escapes my mouth.
Looking into my eyes with raw passion, he says, "You went to your parents' house do you even know how difficult it was for me to spend last night? I don't care now; I want all of you right here."
Saying this, he carries me into the hall. I ask in confusion, "Jack, the bedroom?"
He answers without stopping, "No, we always do it in the bedroom; enjoy the change here today."
With that, he tosses me onto the sofa. Feeling a bit nervous, I say, "Jack, be gentle!"
He immediately looms over me with his heavy body, pinning me down. I say while writhing under him, "Please, be gentle."
He gives me a deep look and asks, "When will you ever get used to my roughness?"
I reply, slightly annoyed yet jokingly, "Oh God, Jack, understand that it hurts! If you were the girl and I were the boy, I’d show you what pain is, I wouldn't even leave you able to walk!"
A playful smile spreads across his face at my words, and he asks, "Oh, so should I do the same to you?"
Frightened, I immediately say, "No, no, no, no, please!"
Seeing my fear, he softens and says, "Okay darling, you know me, I can't stand to see you cry, so I won't do anything like that."
With that, he affectionately removes my clothes one by one and, while gently nipping at my breasts with his teeth, he begins to slide himself into me slowly.
He knows very well that I’m not used to enduring pain, so he takes every step with love. He pauses midway to ask, "It’s not hurting, is it?"
I close my eyes in comfort and say, "No." Then, he begins to move in and out slowly. Intoxicated sounds escape my lips, "Ahh..! Uhh..!"
Even though he is being very loving, every thrust leaves me dazed. He gradually increases his speed, and my breathless whimpers turn into deep moans. For a while, he takes me with great speed, making my entire body tremble.
As he reaches his limit and prepares to pull out, I take a deep breath, stop him, and say, "No Jack, put it inside me."
He looks a bit surprised and speaks out of concern for me, "No, it might cause you a problem later."
I look into his eyes, smile, and say, "Not a problem, I want your mini version."
Hearing this, he is completely stunned and asks with pure joy, "Really? Do you truly want that?"
I nod and say, "Yes, I want your tiny version inside me, so put it inside now."
The moment he hears this, he releases all his warm essence into me in one forceful surge. I feel myself getting filled to the very core.
A unique sense of peace washes over me, and I cling to his broad chest, listening to his heartbeat.
TO BE COUNTINUE...!!!