Contract And Marriage

Maximus

I couldn’t contain my happiness because of what happened between Sarina and me. We almost didn’t sleep because I couldn’t stop myself. I was so excited for her, and I couldn’t control myself when she agreed. I had wanted to take her the moment we arrived here in Vegas, and I thought we would return to the Philippines without making the most of our trip.

I loved her even more because of what she did for me. I didn’t expect her to do it because she said she wouldn’t moan when I asked her to sign a contract with me. That was just the moaning; what more, her giving me a blowjob? But now, I know 100% that she enjoys everything I do to her whenever we make love. And that’s more than enough to make me feel like I’m in heaven.

Making love to her in every way I can is my way of showing her my love. It’s my way of making her feel how crazy I am about her and showing her that she is the only woman I deeply desire. If the so-called love language is true, then that’s probably mine.

“Umm..” I looked at my still-sleeping wife, who wrapped her arm around me with her head resting on mine. What did this woman feed me that made me crazily in love with her? I kissed her head while gently stroking her arm. Her skin was so smooth, you’d think she frequented going to spas or whatever women call those places where a doctor takes care of their skin. “My husband…” she said before lifting her face, making our gazes meet as I lowered my head.

“Yes, my wife?”

“I’m hungry..” I chuckled after hearing that. I looked at my wristwatch and saw that it was almost noon.

“What do you want to eat?” I asked sweetly, kissing her forehead.

“You”… My eyes widened because of her boldness. Since when did she become so skilled at seducing?Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“Me?” I asked to make sure. She smiled and nodded, then said,

“You decide; whatever you want to eat, I’ll have the same.” I scratched my head because what she was thinking differed from what I had in mind. My pervertedness really knows no bounds.

“Okay, my wife. Why don’t you freshen up first while I order our food?”

“I’m too lazy to get up; you order first, and I’ll take a little nap, okay?” She snuggled closer to me, pressing the lower part of her body against my side while her leg draped over me. I could feel her womanhood rubbing against my skin. “My love, I’m still tired. Calm down, your junior; it’s getting hard again.”

“My wife, it’s because you keep rubbing your pussy against me.”

“Don’t you like it? I have no one else to rub it against; maybe a pillow?” she asked, looking at me as if she were innocent.

“Shit, my love, don’t talk like that, or I might forget you’re still tired if I don’t calm my cock because of what you’re saying.”

“Just order already,” she said with a grin. This woman was driving me crazy, so I shook my head and got up before I made love to her again.

“Don’t rub your pussy against the pillow, okay?” I reminded her before going to the bathroom to clean up, but I heard her laugh. I decided to take a bath faster than usual, thinking about how hungry she was as I remembered that the meal we had in the restaurant was the last time we ate. We walked nonstop after she bought her things.

She was sleeping soundly again when I came out, so I carefully went to the closet to get some clothes so as not to wake her, then left the room to call room service. I felt incredibly happy because it seemed like we were so close. I hope she can finally say the three words I’ve been waiting for her to say: “I love you.”

“It tastes good,” Sarina said with a nod while chewing. I ordered lunch, which was just right since we woke up late. I had to carry my wife to the dining table because she still seemed too lazy to get up. I laughed at her sleepy expression, but she looked cute. Shit! If I had known that being in love felt this good, I would have married her sooner. “What are you thinking about? You look like an idiot, staring and grinning.”

“Nothing, is that bad?” I replied, asking. Let’s see what she thinks about it. I love having a casual conversation with her. You know, talking about nonsensical things, and yet we’re still happy.

“It’s bad if you’re thinking of nothing because that means you’re going crazy,” she said, taking another bite of her food with gusto.

“Let me just feed you so you’ll be quiet.” I took the spoon she held, and though she didn’t want to, she still let me. Sarina was only wearing a robe, and I told her she’d be in trouble if I caught a glimpse of any part of her body covered by it. I put a lot of love bites on her, especially around her areola. Since she said her body still ached, she declared a ‘time freeze’ on our lovemaking.

“Time freeze?” I recalled asking her earlier when I heard it, as it sounded new to me.

“Yes, time freeze. It’s like when you’re playing, and someone calls you, or you suddenly remember something, you just say, ‘Time freeze.’ You’re safe or excused for a moment,” she grinned.

“So, you’re asking for a time-out?”

“Something like that,” she replied, nodding and shaking her head.

***

“There you go, you’re smiling again!” she exclaimed, pointing at me.

“Nothing, I just remembered your time freeze!” It seemed she wouldn’t stop until I confessed. “Okay, open up your mouth and eat. Not too big, or I might stick my dick in there instead of your food.”

Her eyes widened, and I burst into laughter. “You’re so annoying, reminding me of that,” she said, hitting me lightly before opening her mouth to eat the spoonful I offered her.

“It feels great. If I could, I want a repeat.” I replied. “Don’t you want to taste it again?” I asked, teasing.

“Maximus!” The food in her mouth flew out, and I laughed hard even though most of it landed on my face. Her cheeks turned bright red as she coughed, likely choking. I handed her some water and said,

“You choke on rice but not on my dick?” And there it was, the water she drank splashed onto my face.

“You’re so gross, Maximus! We’re eating, and you’re saying those things. Look at you; everything I ate is now on your face.” She stood up and wiped my face with her robe. “You’re like a child, so naughty.”

It feels really good doing this to me. I held my wife’s waist as she wiped my face with her robe, giving me a clear view of her flat chest, which I couldn’t resist licking as it was right in front of my face.

“Maximus, behave!” she scolded me, trying to pull away, but I pulled her closer. “I told you I’m still tired. You only let me sleep properly this morning.”

“I was just licking,” I said, pretending to pout.

“It always ends up with sex; I’m sure you’d bend me over this table and take me from behind.” I looked up at her, seeing her smiling.

“You seem to be teasing me more often, my wife. Do you want to get laid?”

“As you said, it felt good,” she said, making me stand up as she laughed. “Let’s eat. Get rid of those naughty thoughts first.” She sat down, still looking at me. “Come on, my husband, I’m really hungry.”

I couldn’t argue, and we continued eating, sneaking in a few playful touches. Because of what we were doing, I felt we were getting closer. I was happy she was no longer shy around me and could express herself, especially with dirty talk. We’re married, so this is how it should be-no awkwardness, no shame. We just converse playfully.

After eating, we stayed in the living room. Sarina was full and wanted to rest, and I felt the same way. Finishing all the food we had ordered was very satisfying.

It was late afternoon when I felt a stomach ache. “What’s wrong?” Sarina asked, concerned, when she saw me clutching my stomach. “Does it hurt?” I nodded before she lightly tapped my stomach. “You’re just bloated, hahaha.”

“Is that funny, my wife?” I asked, frowning.

“What? Are you upset?” I rolled my eyes at her, but she kept laughing before standing up.

“Where are you going?” I asked, stop grabbing her by her wrist to stop her.

“To the room and get changed so I can buy you some medicine.”

“What? You’re going out alone? No, you can’t, don’t buy it.” I refused.

“What are you talking about? Your stomach won’t feel better if you’re bloated,” she insisted.

“I don’t want you going out alone,” I said, still holding my stomach. “And it’s just a simple pain; it’s not serious.” She laughed after I said that.

“It’s not serious, but your stomach hurts.”

“Whatever, my wife, I’m fine. It’ll go away soon.”

“What are you saying? What’s the big deal if I go out? Besides, I need to buy something too.”

“What?”

“Vitamins.”

“What kind of vitamins?”

“Just Vitamins. So stay here, I’ll be back in a moment.” I didn’t want her to go out alone because I was worried. I felt Roskov’s group was nearby, and I was afraid they might suddenly grab her and take her away from me.

I couldn’t tell her that because I didn’t want her to feel scared. I wanted her to enjoy our stay here in Las Vegas, and that wouldn’t happen if she thought people were plotting something bad to harm her. Although it was just my hunch, and I wasn’t sure if Roskov had plans for her, it was better to be safe.

Since she insisted on going out, I decided to go with her to avoid making her suspicious. “What are you talking about? Your stomach hurts, and yet you want to come with me.”

“I don’t want you to go out alone. Besides, it’s bearable. Go on and change.” Although I didn’t want to go to the pharmacy because she might buy her birth control pills again, I had no choice. It would be fine with me if we don’t have a child right now; the important thing is that we get along first.