by Ancelli
Samuel placed the don’t disturb sign outside on the doorknob before closing the barrier. He turned the deadbolt and twisted around to stand in place.
She released her foot and raised her head to meet his gaze. “Yes,” self conscious, she combed her fingers through her wild hair. The sweat from dancing earlier made her straight silky hair curl up. “I know I look a mess.”
“Zara,” his husky voice wound through her body causing goose bumps to rise along her skin. “You are beautiful to me with or without wild hair.”
“That’s sweet of you to say,” Zara smiled. Over the years, his constant compliments about how much he loved her or how beautiful he thought she was had become music to her ears. The man had proven to her that true and unconditional love existed.
“Mi morena,” Samuel took several strides to stand in front of her. “Where would I be without your love and support,” he caressed her cheek with his fingers. “I love you more and more with each passing day, minute, second,” his voice cracked.
“You will always have me, because mi amor.” Zara placed her palm over his fingers and moved his hand to her mouth pressing her lips to his knuckles. “I belong to you as you belong to me. You are my past, present and of course my future.”
Samuel slipped off his shoes and began unbuttoning his shirt, throwing it on the chair next to the small table to the right and his undershirt followed suit. Zara ogled her husband’s torso, he didn’t quite have a six-pack anymore, more like a four pack but he was perfect in her eyes. He still worked out four days a week, taking the weekends off. It still amazed her how much her heart still skipped a beat anytime he walked into their room naked. To her he got finer over the passing years. She even found the small rolls forming along his sides, sexy. “I’m going to take a shower,” he unbuckled his belt and then pulled down his pants and boxers at the same time. His shaft was finally free bobbing for her. The man’s dick was a work of art, never did she ever complain about this part of their marriage. Samuel arousal made her wet as she watched him, the veins protruded on his shaft going down his rod.
Zara swallowed and gazed into his mesmerizing eyes. “Why are you teasing me?”
Samuel lips drew up showing off his lopsided grin, “You’ve been a very bad girl tonight,” he placed his hand around the base of his cock, and began slowly stroking his manhood. “First you forgot our anniversary and then you make me almost jerk off at the club.”
Zara chuckled as she took off the dangling earrings and pulled her shirt over her head and dropped it beside the bed. “You asked me to.” Zara bit her bottom lip sexually. She stood slipping out of her jeans. It took her a couple minutes to get out of her clothing, she threw them into the pile his clothes created. Samuel stopped stroking himself and gawked at Zara standing there in the flimsy lacy black corset and sexy panties she’d bought earlier that night. “Happy anniversary Sam,” she twirled around like she was modeling. “I’m yours.”
His cock jerked as his eyes turned darker. “You are so fucking gorgeous.” He enunciated every word, his accent heavy as he spoke.
Zara blushed not because she was standing naked in front of her husband but because he always made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world even with her flaws and imperfections. Her stomach wasn’t as flat as it was twenty-five years ago, her breast sagged a bit after nursing three greedy babies. Sam never once made her feel subconscious about the way she looked as she got older, he made her embrace what she thought was wrong. Zara loved everything about herself. “Well thank you. I’m like fine wine, isn’t that what you said?”
He chuckled, “Yes you are mi Reina.”
Samuel took a couple strides and stood right in front of her. He towered her as he bent down to grace her with a sweet kiss. “We have a long night ahead of us,” he said against her lips. “I’m going to take a shower before I make you all sweaty.” Sam moved away to the bathroom, “Are you joining me?”
Hopping on one leg, Zara rapidly shed her underwear. By the time she made it to the bathroom, it was steaming from the hot water Samuel had running. She drew back the shower curtain and Samuel was under the stream of water. Water splashed on his wavy hair, streaming down his back, her nipples harden watching her husband.
“Are you going to just stare or are you joining me?” He chuckled extending his arm out to help her into the tub. “Not what I was thinking about for our twenty-fifth anniversary,” he entwined his fingers with hers.
“It’s exactly what I imagined,” Zara combed back his hair out of his face. “Because I’m with you creating some crazy memories.” He grabbed the soap and rubbed his hands together lathering them and began washing Zara first and then him. Samuel placed the soap on the side dish.
“I’ll help you tame your hair,” he said before pulling her against him under the spray of water, and devouring her mouth. Samuel’s tongue played a game only they knew. She twirled hers around his tasting the combination of sweet liquor and peppermint candy. His fingers made their way into her hair and tugged gently pulling her back. He took the opportunity to plant kisses alongside her neck. Zara slightly opened her mouth and moaned closing her eyes as he repositioned her against the cold wall. “Fuck Z. I will never get tired of making love to you,” he sensually bit her collarbone. “I’ll be ninety running after your ass with a cane.”
Zara busted out laughing as he made his way to her breast taking turns nibbling and sucking on her erect nipples making her laughter turn into cries of passion. Sam kissed his way down her stomach to her belly button and dipped his tongue in the sensitive spot. She could feel her essence sipping out her core as he continued lower to her pussy. “Oh… Papi si…”
Samuel got down on his knees and stared up at her with a smirk. “This is your punishment for being a bad girl,” he gently smacked her clit as it peeked out between her nether lips, and her whole body tensed up. The man knew her body better than she did. Samuel knew all her spots, during the years they learned what they like and what they didn’t. “She’s mad at you for forgetting too.” Samuel leaned forward and without warning started lapping at her folds with precision. Zara almost lost her footing and he held her hips pinned as he tongued kissed her pussy. He placed her left leg over his shoulder and continued is assault on her slit. Zara gripped his hair pulling him closer if that was even possible. Samuel thrust his fingers into her core in a scissor like motion.
“Oh shit!” She yelled as he found her g-spot. Her muscles contracted around Samuel’s digit. Zara began bouncing her body up and down grinding on is face and hand. Like always the sensation was overwhelming. She hit her head on the wall and circled her leg around his neck, making sure he didn’t stop. “Oh God Papi… Yes… Yes,” Zara groaned. “Right there… Don’t stop…”
She could feel him smiling as he devoured her pussy and her entire body tensed as waves of pleasure engulfed her. Sparkling lights flicker in front of her eyes, her body shook as she screamed out his name. “Sam!” her orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks, he leaned against her and in an unexpected move he stood, grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up.
“Hold on Z,” Samuel said as he bent down and carefully flipped her around. Zara wasn’t expecting that move; her head was now facing his cock. “You owe me a blow job.” The man was stronger than she thought. This was something new, Samuel stood straight his arms securely around her waist as he began kissing her inner thighs, she opened her legs wider awaiting his sensual assault. He hummed as he continued eating her out, drinking every bit of her juices.
Zara took his manhood in her hands and stroked him. She puckered her lips, kissing around his mushroom head before twirling her tongue against it. She bobbed her head taking as much dick between her lips as she could, Zara sucked in her cheeks creating a suction effect the way he liked it. The faster she slurped him in the faster his tongue played against her sensitive clit. She was about to climax again. She twisted her hand around his dick as she worked him with her lips, Zara added spit making the slur
ping sound when she bobbed her head, the water raining down on her mound was a nice added effect. Samuel knees buckled as he groaned against her pussy, “Fuck Z, I don’t want to cum yet.” Her muscles started contracting against his talented tongue.
His rod slipped out of her mouth the sensation of what he was doing to her was too much, she placed her hands on his strong legs and pushed up moaning. “Yes! Oh God, I’m coming!” Zara swore she blacked out, because when she came to she was on her feet with Sam bent down in front of her.
“Hmmm… that was delicious Z,” he said massaging his knees with his palms, and then he stared into her passionate irises.
Her chest heaved up and down, it was hard to speak. Zara gasped for air a few times. Her body felt like rubber. She rubbed the sides of her hips where Samuel had a death grip on her making sure not to drop her. She would be sore in the morning.
“Fuck I’m not as young as I thought,” Samuel chuckled standing up straight. “That was different.”
She inhaled, “I loved it,” and then exhaled, “but you didn’t… let me finish… you off.” Zara was out of shape she couldn’t get her breathing to act right.
“We have all night,” he said out of breath.
Zara placed her hands on his cheeks and pulled him forward kissing him, tasting her own essence. It was sweet and salty at the same time. “I want to be… punished like… that… all the time…” she snuffled against his moist lips.
Samuel grabbed a wash clothes and rubbed the cheap soap against the cotton material to wash them both. “You’re going to be ashy with this soap,” he chuckled.
She smacked his arm, “There’s a lotion on the sink,” Zara pointed at the little bottles on the counter.
“Really,” he turned off the water and stepped out the bathtub, and grabbed a big white towel off the shelf. Sam wrapped the towel around Zara helping her out the bathtub. “This little thing,” he grabbed the bottle and placed it back down. He clutched another towel wrapping it around her hair.
“Zoe did such a good job on my hair,” she dried her hair. “She was so proud, and you ruined it,” she laughed placing the towel on the hook. “It’s going to be so tangled when I get home.”
Samuel kissed her shoulder, “I’ll help you.” He poured some of the lotion in his hands and began rubbing the cold cream on Zara’s feet, up to her legs and torso. Throughout the years he’d learned how to manage the girls’ hair, he even knew how to braid. He rapidly dried himself and opened the bathroom door, naked, they laid on the mattress. Samuel traced the stretch marks on her rounded belly, “Do you know which stretch mark belongs to which kid?” His touch tickled her skin.
Zara chuckled, “No.”
“These two,” he traced the one going along her belly button to her shaven pubic hair line and the other one toward the right, “belong to Andrea and these three were given to you by Samantha,” he traced each one with love in his touch. “Zoe decided to be nice to you. You didn’t get any with her.” Samuel kissed her belly. “I remember when you were pregnant with Andrea, and you used to cover your belly with coca butter, following what your mother said. You were upset when you saw the first stretch mark. You told me you did everything your momma told you to do,” he laughed. “I said it’s because you gained weight and you didn’t talk to me for two days.”
“I was emotional,” she combed his wavy hair with her fingers. Zara was amazed by her husband, he memorized her body all these years. Samuel loved her just the way she was with all her flaws. “I was young and stupid, afraid that those flaws would push you into the arms of another woman.”
“What you think is a flaw makes me love you even more,” He sat down. “Your body went through so much because you were carrying my kids. Those marks that you find repulsive, I find remarkable. Our girls needed some more room to grow. Andrea was eight pounds, six ounces, Samantha big head was nine pounds, one ounce and Zoe was six pound, three ounces. God has blessed me with four amazing women.”
Zara’s eyes tear up. “You always know how to make me feel wonderful.”
“You think I didn’t see how those young cats were staring at you when you walked into the club. Sometimes it feels good to know that someone else finds us attractive, and baby you are the most beautiful woman to me.” Sam settled in between her legs. “Thank you for putting up with me.” He placed his hands on either side of her head, and bent his head down kissing her already swollen lips.
Samuel pushed himself slowly inside of her core making her gasp. It was the same effect he had on her every time they made love. “Fuck Z,” he punched the pillow on the side of her head. “I love…you…” he said in between gritted teeth as he plunged further inside of her.
Zara circled her hands around his neck entwining her fingers. He moved in and she pushed up matching his rhythm. “Oh God…” her eyes rolled back in her head. “Papi… loving you has been the greatest,” she took a deep breath, “pleasure of my life.”
Samuel’s eyes mirrored her own, the love, pleasure and desire was all there in his gaze. He bit his bottom lip, and his stroke slowed down. In a sudden move Sam rolled off Zara jumping off the bed. At first she was worried until she saw him kicking out his foot and started hitting his leg. “Carajo! I have a cramp,” he raised his voice in agony trying to get the tension in his muscle to stop and Zara busted out laughing. “It’s not funny,” he said twisting his lips.
“Yes it is,” she watched him jumping in place as his dick bobbed up and down with drips of pre-cum. Even with the pain he was still aroused. “Rico Sauvé, you’re getting old.”
“That has nothing to do with what’s happening right now,” he rubbed his thigh sitting down on the edge of the bed.
Zara got up on her knees and wrapped her hands around his neck, pressing her full breast against his back, she kissed the side of his neck to his collarbone. “Does that make you feel better?” She said nibbling on his earlobe.
“Hmmm…” Sam leaned his head back. “Fuck yes!”
She slid her hands down to his thighs and massaged the area that was being affected. Zara crawled around his torso, straddling him. “I think this will make the pain go away,” She took his manhood in her hand and eased down taking in inch by delicious inch. “Oh yes.”
Samuel gripped the side of her hips. “Show me what you’re working with babe.”
Zara began grinding down on his cock, taking him in. His manhood touched at the sensitive parts in her core and she closed her eyes. She was blessed to love and be loved by a man like Samuel. In the beginning their marriage was rocky, with him always wanting to go out and party on the weekends but after their first serious conversation, Samuel tired his best to be the husband she deserved. He always placed his family first. His hands played her body like a violin making her tingle all over. As she bounced on his cock, he sucked on her nipple taking the sensation to another level. Zara reached behind her and gently began massaging his balls with her left hand, she felt them tense up. His suction on her nipples became tighter. “Fuck Z, I’m about to cum…” his toes curled up. “Come with me.”
She began moving her hips faster with skill wrought by years of making love to Samuel. Her channel walls contracted. Her nipple popped out of his mouth and his grip on her hips became painful as he held her down coming deep in her canal. “Mine!” he groaned as he fell back unto the mattress taking Zara with him. “That was incredible,” he said his chest heaving up and down. She could hear how fast his heart was beating. Sam pressed his lips to the side of her head.
“It’s always incredible,” she kissed his chest. “Am I forgiven?”
Samuel chuckled, “you were forgiven the moment you walked into that club. To another twenty-five years.”
After a few seconds he was snoring. Zara sat up and admired her husband. He was one fine specimen, every time they made love, right after he would be out. She fucked his ass to sleep, she chuckled getting out the bed. She went into the bathroom and grabbed the washcloth off the sink and cleaned herse
lf up and then walked back out to where Samuel laid and wiped him clean too. Zara grabbed the sheets, slipping under the cotton material and covered him too. She wrapped herself in his arm and went to sleep peacefully.
Chapter Seven
Sam rested in the wooden chair with his elbows on his knees watching his wife sleep. Last night was amazing even with his mishap of catching a fucking cramp in the middle of making love to Zara. It wasn't the first time and it wouldn't be the last. Her laughter had been infectious, reminding him of their good times. They made love one more time before the night was over with, he didn't know he still had that potential in him. His knees were still killing him from the maneuver he did in the shower, but it was worth it.
Zara was spread out in the middle of the mattress with the sheets and blanket tangled around her legs. He shook his head. She always took over their bed and covers like she did last night. She looked a hot mess with her hair sticking up in all directions. Zara stretched her hands above her head as her eyes fluttered opened.
She leaned up on her elbows exposing her full breast. “Good morning handsome.” Her voice was groggy. “My body hurts in places it shouldn't,” she rubbed her eyes. “If I didn't have to work today, I would sleep in.”
“Good morning beautiful,” he straightened up. “Don't be mad, but your hair is...”
Zara tried combing her fingers through her hair, they caught on the tangles as she tugged. “Sam,” she unraveled the sheets around her naked body and ran into the bathroom. “Sam!” he assumed she yelled when she saw her reflection in the mirror. “I'm going to kill you. I can't walk out of here looking like this. I have to work today,” Zara wailed. “Maybe I can wear a scarf.”
Samuel leaned back in the chair waiting for the next question.
“Oh my God,” Zara returned from the bathroom wrapped in the white towel. “What time is it?”
