Husband & Wife E-Book

Veronique Bertier

• Herausgeber: Veronique Bertier
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

A wife, a husband, the stepfather of her husband. A marriage that does not work and that will find new ideas to review the light ....

Leseprobe

Husband & Wife

Husband & Wife

By

Veronique Bertier

It’s ironic how people is so used to grant so much power to authority. Power is granted by a perspective from the lambs. The perspectives from the lambs, from the ants, from the ones that don’t belong among the true takers. Only the fittest survive, as one theory says, as everyone repeats after it. It’s not easy to be among the fittest, it’s not easy to stay here. People can think whatever they please about me, I don’t really care about pig squeaks. I love the slaughtering, I love to see them on their knees before me, behind me, and then, miles away from me, until their complaints about my lifestyle fade with the wind and the echoes of what they so foolishly and furtively believe. I guess that is what I deserve: to stand those people. I guess it is worth it, or at least, it will be. It is always worth it. The final moments always tell me so. They make a riddle for me to decipher, and when I finally get to do so, magic and pleasure unfolds throughout all of my body. I can’t wait to feel it again, I can’t wait for the lambs to enter the abattoir.

―Honey, I have to go to the office―Cedric says while partially opening the door of our bedroom and sticking his head through the limited space between the door and its frame―. They messed up the order and I have to save their asses―he looks troubled and anxious. What kind of wife would I be if I didn’t let him release all that stress in the only way he cans?

―Oh, sweetie. There is no problem, just give me a kiss so I can make it through the night―I say, with a sassy smile on my face and a subtle leaning. I’m sitting in our bed, resting my back on the headboard, wrapping my feet with the cotton sheets Cedric just bought me yesterday. It feels so comfy in here, I bet it could be more. Cedric reacts to my voice and body, so now he truly enters the chambers with a big smile.

―I’ll miss you, don’t think too much about me―as he puts his lips against mine, attempting to leave just a small trace of his saliva on me. I won’t let him, because I know he isn’t satisfied. Even when he doesn’t satisfy me, my job is to not be like him, pleasure-wise. Right before he gets rid of my taste, I grab his head from the back and lean onto him a little bit more, just to make him sure of what I’m up to, of what I want him to think I’m up to. I stick my tongue in his mouth and reach for his. He follows my lead, poorly, but he follows. I easily conquer him, so I pull him to the bed, beside me, without keeping our mouths away from each other. I’m on my knees, on the bed, while I almost stumble into Cedric’s resting body. He is all across the bed, from left to right, ready for whatever I would like to do. What I would like is to make him happy, at the point that he doesn’t find any suspicion. His happiness is key, even when it doesn’t contributes to mine at all. The job is the job, so I get along with the show. I increase the intensity of my kiss, as my hand reaches for something more primal, more animal. My hand comes down his chest, through his belly, and beyond. My hand is raising to power, but he postpones the elections.