Distraction

[Warning: This chapter has sexual content. Don't read the end if you are underage.]

Present Day

Miraj had made a tough decision today but a necessary one. I remembered his fears but we both had come a long way since. I hoped he wasn't second guessing himself. I needed him to stick by his words and for that I would have to stick by his side. I didn't care how he personally felt about all this as long as he didn't renege. It was necessary for my son's safety that my husband go through this. So I made my way to his bedroom at night to distract him from thinking. It had been a month after all.

I was wearing a maroon silk nightie with a robe in similar colour. I wasn't wearing anything underneath them. I knocked on his door and he opened it soon. I could tell he had just gotten out of the shower because his hair was wet. He wasn't wearing a t-shirt but he was wearing sweat pants. I had seen him shirtless countless times but I could never take my eyes off of his beautiful abs and tattoos.

I had a thing for abs. No matter who they belonged to my eyes wouldn't move. There was just something so hard about a man's abs. They were downright sensual with their firmness... And my husband had an eight pack. Yum. Then there were the tattoos. He didn't have much ink the first time we had met. But over the years he had added quite a lot of ink in places that wouldn't be seen when he wore a suit.

He saw sex in my eyes and let me in. I moved to sit on his couch as he locked the door. I was hungry for him but I had more important things to do. He looked confused for a second then said, "Couch works for me but the last time we broke my coffee table. I don't want a repeat of that."

"I want to talk first."

"Okay."

He sat down on my right side. The couch was big enough for three people and I was sitting on one end and he sat right beside me. Huh. He didn't want to talk. He put his left arm over my shoulders on the couch without actually touching me. He knew what nearness without contact did to me. Bastard was actively seducing me.

"So what did you want to talk about?"

Just as I opened my mouth to speak, he started playing with my hair. I had coloured my hair honey brown recently and its length was a little past my shoulders. He was playing with the strands on the side opposite to him with the arm that was around me. My patience was gone.

"You could just say you want to fuck first."

"Okay. I want to fuck first."

As a kid, my father wanted me trained to be a lady so I could make a good wife one day. I made sure I was everything that a lady was not. I swore a lot. I got pissed easily and swearing was my way of letting my frustration out but my husband saw it as crude. I think he wanted a lady for a wife because he always frowned at me when I cussed. He himself never swore around me unless he lost control. He was a gentleman who thought it wasn't good manners to swear in-front of a lady. Even when the said lady could curse like a sailor.

He was so hot when he said 'fuck'. Then he was hotter because of the unexpectedness.

We both dived in for the kiss and when our lips met, my body temperature started rising. His lips were full and soft, and they felt amazing on mine. It was a fervent kiss and we could feel each other's hunger through it. Soon our tongues came out to play and it was a fight for dominance. He broke the kiss to let us breathe for a second and then came back for another. His hands untied my robe and moved up towards my breasts. I let out a moan as he fondled my right breast and then his left hand went around me to pull me closer.

I got up without breaking the kiss and straddled him with my legs on either side of him. I had a feeling we were going to break something else today.