Pulling back she bites my bottom lip, licking her way slowly across to my ear. Tilly knows that’s my weak spot so the second her tongue finds my lobe, her sharp little teeth biting down enough to cause a sting, I’m lost. Lost to the sensations of finally having her wrapped around me again. Lost to the arousal coursing through my veins. The years without her have been long, and I’m not waiting a second longer to have her. To be inside the delicious body that was made solely for me.
I forcefully shove her shirt and bra above her tits attacking her already diamond hard nipple, sucking it ruthlessly into my mouth.
“Saint,” she breathes. Hearing her moan my name only causes me to suck harder. It’s not the name I want to hear come from her lips, but it’ll do for now. When I get inside her that’ll be a whole different story. Then she’ll call me Tobi like she always has. I’ll make damn sure of it.
Tilly’s hands go to my belt unbuckling it with ease. My jeans follow, and in less than a minute I’m standing in front of her naked from the waist down, hard, and throbbing for her. She doesn’t waste any time taking my cock in her hand, stroking it base to tip, swirling her thumb in the bead of pre-come already leaking from its tip.
Her jeans and panties are next. I don’t want anything hindering my access to her, and they’re in my fucking way, so I discard them by pushing them to the floor around her ankles. Taking a few steps to the left out of them, we’re just inside the door to our room when Tilly stops me. Using her hands to push against my chest, she looks up from where her hand is caressing my painfully hard dick and says,
“I don’t want you to take me to bed, not this time. I want you to fuck me against the wall.”
Hearing my wife tell me to fuck her is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever heard. It drives me insane to hear her talk like that. Tilly doesn’t curse often, but when she does at times like this, she makes the words sound more erotic than crass. Obliging her, I growl deep in my throat and pin her to the wall just inside the door, kicking it shut with the toe of my boot. There’s not a chance in hell I’m letting anything or anyone interrupt what we’ve started, not even my girls, so behind closed doors it is.
Dropping her to her feet I order,
“Take your shirt and bra off, Tilly. If this is the last time I’m going to have you I want to see fucking all of you. I want every last inch of your skin pressed against mine.”
Complying immediately, Tilly strips off her remaining clothes me following her every movement. Once she’s standing before me, completely naked, bared, and vulnerable, I cover her body with mine using it to push her backwards until her back meets the wall. With our clothes gone, I can feel the heat of her skin on mine. Her curves matching my hard ridges perfectly as I fill my hands with her ample tits.
Molding, shaping, and squeezing them tightly enough to have her mewling, I reattach my lips to her nipple biting down lightly. Feeling her grind her pussy against my cock has it weeping and throbbing relentlessly in anticipation. Using my hands to grip her ass signaling for her to wrap her legs around me. I line my cock up with the entrance of her dripping slit demanding,
“When I fuck you, you call me by my name. Do you hear me, Tilly? I want you to call me Tobi when I’m deep inside you making you come for me.”
At her nod I thrust into her hard and unforgiving. Her soft tissues make way for the length and thickness of my cock, stretching and compensating for the savage way I entered her. It’s been so long and she feels so good. Her pussy is gripping me like a vice, and it’s all I can do not to lose my mind and come the second I’m fully seated inside her.
“Oh God, Tobi. Yes. Harder. Please, I need it harder.” Like I’ll say no to her. Tilly locks her ankles together at the small of my back, taking me an inch deeper, clenching me so hard I fear we’ll both shatter.
“Jesus, fuck, you feel good, babe.” Slamming into her harder than I ever have before, I feel the need overwhelming need to mark her. Knowing that this will be the last time she takes me inside her sweet, little body, I don’t hold back. My lips seek out the skin covering her collarbone, immediately biting down until I hear her scream my name.
That’s when I start fucking her in earnest. Hard, deep, all-consuming thrusts that have us both fighting for breath. I own her with my mouth, tongue, hands, and cock, and she’s loving every second of it. Her demands for more, for me not to stop, to make her come are increasing, which only makes me fuck her harder. So hard that it has my head spinning, and my vision dimming.
“Tobi. Tobi, I’m gonna come. Please make me come,” she screams. Again, I’m not going to deny her. I’ll make her come long and hard, so she’ll never forget who she belongs too.
Picking up the pace, I piston in and out of her like a man possessed, my hips grinding into her pelvis every time I bottom out in her depths. I can feel my release at the base of my spine, my balls drawn up tight against my body, and my erection now steadily throbbing in time with my heartbeat. I can’t hold off much longer, but I need her to come for me first. Between thrusts I tell her,
“Come for me, Tallulah. Come all over my cock. I want you to milk me dry, babe. Clench that pretty pussy around me, and make me come. Let me show you how good we are together.”
Tilly doesn’t disappoint. Clamping her internal muscles around me she comes instantly.
“Tobi, yes. Oh, my God, yes.”
The sound of my name ripped from her lips on a wail has my release being torn from me, as I shoot long, thick, jets of come into the depths of her pussy. There’s nothing like being inside her when we both climax together. The only thing that comes close is eating her delicious pussy. Watching her beautiful body contort for me as she comes all over my face, but even that pales in comparison to this. Eye’s rolled back in her head, lips parted panting for me, and her skin flushed pink with exertion, my wife has never been more stunning than right now.
Tilly’s hand reaches between us wrapping around the base of my cock, and coaxes the last few drops out of me. That’s it, I’m fucking spent. Collapsing heavily against her, I realize the position I’ve got her in has to be uncomfortable, but she doesn’t say a word. I allow myself revel in the fact she’s letting me hold her for a few minutes more, but that doesn’t last long much to my disappointment.
Unlocking her feet from behind my back and sliding her legs to the floor Tilly redresses quickly, and silently. She doesn’t spare a glance in my direction, and even though I assumed this would be the case it doesn’t stop it from hurting any less. Before she can dismiss me entirely I manage to reach my hand out and grab her wrist gently.
“Tilly, look at me for fuck’s sake.” Looking from my hand on her arm to my face and then back again, she decides to focus on a spot just over my shoulder, which only further pisses me off. “No, don’t look at the wall, look at me, babe. Only at me.”
With a fire she only possess when she’s well and truly pissed, Tilly glares at me. Anger glittering in her magnificently pissed off eyes.
“What? What do you want, Saint? You asked me to fuck you once more for old-times’ sake, I did, so what more can you possibly want?”
If the words coming out of her mouth weren’t so vicious I’d say Tilly is fucking sexy when she’s angry. Who am I kidding? It doesn’t matter what she’s spitting at me, she’s still fucking phenomenal when she’s pissed off.
“I want you to look me in the eyes after what we just did, and still tell me it’s over between us.” Narrowing my eyes I say, “I want you to feel the ache between your thighs, the way your pussy’s contracting with aftershocks from me making you come so hard that your toes curled, and tell me we’re finished.”
Gathering her hair over one shoulder gripping it like a life-line, she replies without hesitation.
“Fuck you, Saint. Don’t try using your bullshit guilt trips and manipulations with me, because it’s not going to work this time. You had your chance. Scratch that, you’ve had a million chances to try and fix what was broken between us, but you didn’t. And
now that you’re faced with losing us you pick now to give it your all? I don’t fucking think so. Regardless of what just happened here,” she says gesturing wildly between us, “it doesn’t change a damn thing. You’re still the father of a little boy that isn’t ours, and I still have to share you with a woman that isn’t one of our daughters. Case and point, where are you going after you leave here? Before going on the run that is.”
Note to every poor bastard out there that wants to try pleading the fifth when in a situation like this; it doesn’t work, so don’t bother trying. Tilly knows the answer to her question, and she knows I can’t talk my way out of it. It was the perfect thing to ask to illustrate her point.
Every time I go out on a run for the club I go and see Tucker first, and Tilly knows it. Sometimes it’s just to drop past the nursery his mother has him in three days a week, and sometimes it’s to the house he shares with her, but without fail I always stop and see him before I go.
Deep down I know Tilly doesn’t hold anything against, Tucker, that’s not what this is about. Tilly’s the most caring, compassionate person I know, and just because Tucker was born into this clusterfuck we’re all involved in, it doesn’t make him any less innocent in her eyes. If anything, he’s the reason she’s let this shit go on for as long as it has. She would never ask me to stop seeing him and never ask me to deny my child, but his very existence has put an unimaginable strain on our relationship.
Taking my silence as her answer, Tilly brushes a stray tear from her eye pinning me with a glacial stare. One that’s devoid of all emotion except for disgust.
“Exactly, Saint. Nothing’s changed, and nothing ever will. Just because I fucked you as one last hoorah doesn’t mean all of a sudden all’s forgiven and everything miraculously goes back to the way it was. You need to accept that this was the end of us, just like you knew it would be when you asked me for this.”
“Fucking hell, Tilly. Tucker’s my kid just as much as the girls are,” my tone is harsher than I intend and at her strangled gasp I work hard to soften it, but it isn’t easy. I’m furious that she’s writing off what we just did together less than ten minutes ago. And I’m fucking pissed she’s backing me into a corner. One there’s no way out of. “You know it’s true, babe. Tucker is as much mine as the girls are. I can’t just take off without saying goodbye to him. He’s too young to understand why I haven’t come to see him for days, and on the off chance something happened to me it’d be fucking unfair of me to say goodbye to the girls and not him.”
“I didn’t ask you stay away from Tucker, quite the opposite, Saint. Now you’ll have all the time in the world to spend with him seeing as you won’t be here,” she replies waspishly bringing the conversation full circle.
“So that’s it is it? We fucked, now I’m supposed to sign those useless fucking papers, which are exactly that, useless. Tilly you’ve gotta know, that not even a divorce stamped by a judge will make you any less mine. And what then? After it’s all said and done I walk away like we never happened? That’s what you really want?” I say raising my eyebrow in question.
“None of this is what I wanted, but it’s the hand of cards I’ve been dealt, and now I’ve got to deal with it, finally. If you think I believed for a second we would be here now when we got together twelve years ago you’re sorely mistaken, because I didn’t. I thought what we had would last a lifetime, maybe more. But it didn’t, and because it didn’t this needs to be done for both our sakes. There’s no use drawing this out and making it harder on both of us, or the girls. We have the choice whether we make this easy or not, but aside from that this is done.” Her tears are free flowing now and I’d do anything to take her in my arms and comfort her, but that’s not what she wants.
She’s right about one thing though. How hard we make this is up to us. If it were up to me, if it wasn’t going to hurt anyone other than me and Tilly, I’d make this as difficult as fucking possible. I’d fight her every step of the way, but we aren’t the only ones we have to consider here. We have the girls to worry about too, just like she said, and the last thing I want to do is make their lives any worse than I already have.
“How do we do this, Tilly? I mean, how the fuck do we separate and still raise our girls together?”
Sighing she leans against the dresser, propping her hip on the side using it to hold herself upright.
“I don’t know, Saint. I suppose we wait and see. You can come and visit with the girls whenever you want, and I hope you will. I would never keep them from you, and I wouldn’t do that to them either. I only have one stipulation and that is, if you move in with Stacey the girls don’t come to see you there. It’s going to be hard enough for them that you’re gone, the last thing I want them to believe is that you’ve left us for her. I don’t want them to think they were at fault for any of this, or that they are being replaced, so for now I think it’s best you see them here or take them out places.”
It’s a fair request and one I wouldn’t hesitate in agreeing to if I actually considered moving in with Stacey as an option. However, seeing as I’d rather cut off my left nut with a blunt spoon than live with that bitch, it’s never going to be a concern. For her or the girls.
“I’m not walking out of my house, and away from my wife and kids to move in with that whore, no fucking way. So you can rest easy Tilly, because that’s not something you’re going to have to worry about. I’ll stay at the clubhouse. My room’s still open there, and until all this shit is sorted I’ll be there for as long as it takes to work it out.”
Tilly makes a move to walk around me and out the door, but before she makes it another step I have her pulled tight against my body with my arms wrapped around her waist.
“If you think this means I’m giving up, you’re fucking dead wrong. I’ll move out, give you your space, do almost anything you ask of me, but I’ll never stop fighting to win you back. You know that right? You know I’ll never fucking ever let you go don’t you?”
Burying her head in my chest I almost miss her say,
“I would hope not,” but I don’t. I hear every word loud and clear, and it gives me the one thing I thought I’d lost permanently, hope.
CHAPTER FOUR
Tallulah
“A relationship is like a house. If a light bulb goes out,
you don’t buy a new house. You fix the light bulb. Unless of course
that house is a lying whore. In that case you burn that fucker down,
and buy a better house with good light bulbs.”
- Facebook Post
It’s been two weeks since the day Saint moved out, and if I thought him being gone would get easier with time I was sorely mistaken. If anything it’s gotten harder. The girls, well Avery in particular, misses him desperately. Not a night goes by I don’t end up comforting her in her bed as she falls asleep crying, and begging me to make her daddy come home. It breaks my heart to see her so sad and hear her tiny whimpers as she tries to calm herself. She can’t comprehend why he’s not here, and I wouldn’t expect her to, she is only five after all. But hopefully in time, when she’s older, she will understand I made the only choice I could. For me and for them. But until then I just do my best to comfort her, and reassure her that while he isn’t here right now he loves her very much.
Dakota has been quieter and more introverted than usual, and as if feeding off her sisters’ energy, Nevie has too. It’s been years since Kota climbed into bed with me at night, but more often than not that’s where I find her when I wake up every morning. I don’t mind her doing it, in fact it is somewhat comforting for me too, but I can’t help thinking that if this is how badly it’s affecting her that it has her seeking out comfort in the middle of the night, how much pain is she internalizing.
Most nights Nevie is fussier to get to sleep too. It’s gotten to the point that it takes me rocking her to finally settle her into sleep. I love my little girl to pieces, she’s my baby after all, but I have to admit, the extra demands the girls
are putting on my attention and the strain of the days becoming longer are quickly eating away at the last of my strength. I’d never deny them what they need to help them through this and of course I’ll give them all the support they need, but I’m quickly approaching a point where I’m finding I need some space to process everything that’s gone on myself. I’m reaching my breaking point, and I hate to think what will happen when I eventually get there.
The only bright spot during the last two weeks has been that Saint has held to his word, visiting the girls daily. He may not be here for long, sometimes only an hour at most, but it’s enough for the girls to see he’s still around, and for that I’m truly grateful. We don’t talk when he’s here. He spends as much of his short visits with the girls as he can while I go about my daily chores, and try my best to avoid him. Only once has he asked about why I won’t interact with him and the girls when he comes over, and after the way that conversation ended I don’t think he’ll be asking again any time soon.
I was in the kitchen when he came in just before he left after that days visit. My back was to the dining room and my earbuds were in, so when I felt two huge arms band around me it caused me to jump at least foot, and squeal at the top of my lungs. Not my finest moment, an extremely embarrassing one actually, when you consider my hands were immersed in dish water which I promptly flung everywhere, drenching the front of my shirt in the process.
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