CHAPTER 7 - Sex with the husband part 2

**SAMANTA**

I gasp feeling his fingers slowly rising my legs until reaching the sides of the panties, he smiles kissing the piece before removing the lace, I reach his reddish hair when he releases a wet kiss on top of my pubis.

He gets back up with a smile when he kisses me fondly, I close my eyes and give myself the feeling of being with the man I love.

As his mouth devours mine, I let out a laugh as his hands search for the clasp of my bra on my back, I step away with a smile and count:

“Stay in front...", I whisper making him laugh before he can open and throw the lingerie somewhere in the room.

I scream when I’m lifted and carried into the bathroom, Arthur turns off the tap that finishes filling to the edges with crystal clear water, and I watch him take the bath salts that I love so much and pour a lot of products into the huge bathtub.

This is another detail that I love in this house, has a beautiful and spacious bathtub that I love to enter and immerse the body when I need to relax a little.


Arthur stretches out his hand to help me get into the water with the perfect temperature, I sit closing my eyes with a long sigh, he soon joins behind me and pulls my body to stick on his.

I support my head on his chest as I watch him wet me with one hand while the other takes a sponge and liquid soap, I love the way he dedicates himself to taking care of me, it’s small details like this that make it more perfect than it already is.

I bite my lip watching him rub the green sponge through my body resting on his, I watch carefully the veins protruding from his arms as he washes me.
Arthur leaves the sponge aside as he caresses my body with his own skillful hands, he seems to feel when I shudder as his palms press on the stuffy beaks of my breasts.

I let out a low groan as I feel my husband squeeze the flesh with a will, behind me I can begin to feel his excitement as he hardens more by the minute.

“Are you hot, Sam?", I can see the change in his voice that changes every time he’s too excited.

“Uhummm...", I groan trembling and rubbing one thigh on the other when his hand goes down the path of my belly, while the other puts my hair that came loose from the bun to the side.

I reach the hard white edges of the bathtub and grip them tightly while trying to maintain the balance of pleasure that grows, his skilled fingers find my clitoris and do magic, only in the way that Arthur knows how to do perfectly.

I feel his still small beard shaving the exposed skin of my neck when I rest my head on one of his shoulders, gasping feeling a wet kiss accompanied by a sexy bite near the collarbone.

“I love every little detail of your body, love...", he murmurs drawing with her fingertips the scars that on the belly I gained during Benjamin’s pregnancy.

More and more impatient, I sit and turn around getting on my knees in front of him, I seem to burn to notice the blue eyes walking all over my body, I do not waste time doing the same with him.

I observe every little detail of the beautiful body that makes me salivate every time I have the incredible opportunity to see it without clothes.

I hold his face in my hands seeing him close his eyes to feel my contact, I approach still on my knees and kiss every corner of the face that is now red with excitement.

Contouring and kissing with affection the few and small freckles that he has near the eyes, ending the action by touching our mouths, Arthur groans against me and pulls me to his lap where I mount him quickly.

“You are too perfect, mo ghràdh...", Arthur widens his eyes to hear me recite the language of his country.

I said he tried to teach me, but I gave up, but let’s say I’ve been looking for a few words and trying to pronounce them.

It’s not easy at all, but I’m trying and I’m confident, Arthur smiles proudly before he kisses me and drags his tongue up to my ear:

“Is tusa mo bheatha Agus am boireannach as fheàrr Leam san tsaoghal seo...", I don’t know what he just said, but my whole body shivered.

“What does it mean?", I ask noticing his smile when I noticed that I could not understand anything at all.

“You are my life and the woman I love most in this world, Sam.", I open a smile kissing him right away.

“I love you, Gaol mo bheatha.", I try to say it with a little mistake in pronunciation.

“Tha gaol agam ort cuideachd anis leig dhomh fuck thu fìor mhath…", he ends up saying with a naughty smile on his lips as he caresses the wet red strands realizing that they become darker upon contact with water.

“What did I say and why do I get the impression that it was something very perverted?", I ask making him laugh.

“I love you too, now let me fuck you nice...", he translates laughing as he hits a slap in my ass.

After a round of sex in the bathtub and then in the shower, I’m lying against Arthur’s shoulder in our bed thinking about the last moments.

Even though I just had the kind of sex that wobbles my legs, the unknown emptiness comes back with it comes back in most nights.

Drawing circles on Arthur’s abdomen, I close my eyes and try to expel thoughts and sensations, but snort loudly making my husband lift his head and stare at me.

“All right, Sam?", thoughtful question.

“Yes..."

“I know something is bothering you, tell me, please...", he asks massaging my shoulder while hugging him.

I wonder if it would be a good idea to tell him this kind of thing that does everything to please me as a husband, I’m afraid that he thinks that everything we are living is not enough for me.

“Do not think that I am sorry that I married you, I love you and I love our family, and I would do everything the same, but I miss everything that could have lived before...", I tell and when silence remains in the room I take courage and continue:

“There are thousands of things I could have done, I have a son that takes up most of my time, I’m not complaining, I love Benjamin and I don’t regret having him, but it’s that I..."

“Do you miss your single life?", he asks making me sit on the bed and light the lamp on the nightstand next to him.

“No, but I miss the adventures that I could have experienced, I’m almost twenty-one years old and spend my days changing diapers and preparing milk, I miss the time when going to college was my only goal, I miss when I didn’t have so many responsibilities on my back...", Arthur also sits and blinks several times staring at me.

“I miss the adrenaline! Do you remember what we were like? God, I miss getting drunk and sleeping all day after a hangover, I miss going around aimlessly without worrying about the responsibilities I have today."

“I know I look like a crazy, selfish woman who can’t see the perfect life she has, but I miss being imperfect, I miss experiencing everything I’ve lost, everything that people of my age usually do and I will understand if you get angry and...", I’m almost going into despair when I feel Arthur hug me.

“I will not be angry because there are no reasons, you are just missing the freedom you had before the wedding and needing time only for yourself..."

“I can understand you perfectly, sometimes I forget that you are still very young and that you have not lived and have not experienced several essential moments, you are a young mother who is overloaded and very pressured by responsibilities and deserves to have a break and leave this house to have fun..."

“I frown not understanding where he is trying to get it."