Romancing My Husband

"Navid!" I said my husband's name when he suddenly inserted his two fingers into the hole in my womanhood.

I wanted to touch him. I wanted to run my fingers over his chest and his back. I wanted to cling to him as he slid his fingers in and out of my womanhood, but I held myself back. That's because I know he won't like that.

I raised my two hands and held on to the headboard tightly. His fingers, which were indiscriminately going in and out of my womanhood, went faster and harder. I felt like I was going to drown because of the overwhelming sensation each movement of his fingers gave me.

Painful but delicious. That's how I felt. It hurt, but it was the kind of pain I was looking for.

This was the kind of pain I still wanted to taste.

Sweat ran all over my body. There was an air conditioner in our room, but it was still not cold enough to dissipate the heat that my body was feeling. The air conditioner was not cold enough to kill the desire in my body. The fire within me is so strong that even I can't stop myself. I want more. I want more of my husband.

From two fingers, it became three fingers going in and out of my womanhood, causing me to gasp. Navid twirled his fingers inside my pussy as if he were trying to widen my hole. And I don't want to complain about it because I know that what will enter me next is much bigger and longer than his three fingers.

My back and my ass heaved as he moved his fingers in and out of my womanhood and caressed my sore cunt.

I moaned loudly when Navid flicked my clitoral area.

I looked at my husband's face. Our eyes met, but I couldn't name the emotion playing in his eyes.

Anger? Lust? I did not know.

From the headboard of the bed, my one hand moved to the pillow and held on to it tightly. I never took my eyes off my husband. I stared deep into his eyes while biting my bottom lip.

"Navid..." But I couldn't finish what I wanted to say when he suddenly grabbed both of my jaws with one of his hands. He gripped my jaws tightly, causing me to groan. I know he's going to leave me bruised again.

But I felt no fear. If that's because I'm used to the way he uses my body or if it's because of the intense desire I feel that I don't care about anything else he wants to do to me, I don't know.

He stared intently at my face. His jaws tightened. He also tightened his grip on my jaws as if he wanted to crush my face. My breathing was also quickening, along with the rapid movement of his fingers. I couldn't move my thighs or my feet on my own. I was already kicking or pressing my toes against the bed. The sensation he was giving me was too much.

As he held my jaw, he gave my lips a punishing kiss. He bit my lower lip hard until it bled, and I could taste my own blood. After biting my lower lip, he started sucking it, which made me lose my mind.

But I wouldn't let him take over. I fought to kiss him, and he seemed to like it. He urged me to open my mouth, and I did it without a second thought. And as I opened my mouth, he quickly inserted his tongue inside my mouth and searched for my tongue. And when he found it, he urged my tongue to play with his, and again, I did it without a second thought.

I groaned in disapproval when he withdrew his fingers from my wet cave. I want more. My pussy was clenching, asking for more. I know I sounded like a whore, but that's what I really want. I want his cock to be inside me right here, right now. Especially when I can feel his manhood pressing against my left thigh. It was throbbing, and it was getting bigger and bigger as I sucked his tongue that was still inside my mouth. I can even feel the veins of his cock, and it tingles my pussy even more.

He bit my lower lip again in a very harsh way, and it made me moan louder before he released my lips.

When our lips parted, we both gasped for breath. We stared deeply into each other's eyes. His whole face was flushed, and his jaws were tense.

My hands gripped the headboard of the bed and the pillow even tighter so that I could stop myself from caressing his cheek, or else this would be over.

My parted thighs were further apart as he settled himself on the center of them. One of his hands firmly held one of my thighs. I felt how his fingers dug into my flesh.

His other hand caressed my womanhood. He even touched some of my pubic hair and pulled it a little, which made me gasp.

He touched my clit. He rubbed it, and I felt like my whole body was electrified. The sensation he created by rubbing my clit is making me crazy.

After rubbing my clit with his finger, he used his manhood. He rubbed not only my clit, but my whole slit. And every time the head of his manhood hits my clitoris, he presses it, giving me mind-blowing pleasure.

"Navid, please," I begged. What he was doing to me was pure torture.

I couldn't take it anymore.

He still didn't take his eyes off me, and I wanted to do the same thing, but I couldn't stop closing my eyes as he slowly inserted the head of his manhood into the hole of my wet womanhood. My mouth dropped as I felt how my womanhood stretched.

It wasn't our first time having sex, but I still wasn't used to his size and length.

I looked up with my eyes closed and my mouth hanging open. My hand, which was holding the pillow, went back to clinging to the headboard of the bed. He pushed his cock inside of me, and when half of his fat and long manhood entered me, he quickly withdrew it until it went out of me.

Disappointed, I opened my eyes. Because I was looking up, I once again met Navid's gaze, which was now burning with desire.

The loud and fast beating of my heart was very clear in my hearing. My body is also very sensitive, especially my femininity. If Navid reinserted his masculinity into me, I knew I would reach orgasm.

"Please, Navid..." I paused as I breathed deeply. "Please, please, please fuck me already," I begged again.

I got no answer from Navid. Instead, his jaws only tightened. Even the veins on his neck were already visible. And it made him hotter in my eyes. And my desire to be fucked by him only intensified.

He once again thrust his throbbing manhood into my waiting tunnel. And in one swift thrust, he fully inserted his throbbing masculinity into my femininity, which almost made me lose my sanity.

The pleasure of his cock being inside me was so delicious and so good that I couldn't help but wrap my legs around his waist, causing his masculinity to sink deeper into me.

A pleasurable moan escaped my mouth. And when he pushed his cock deeper inside of me, I couldn't stop myself anymore. I clung to his neck and wrapped my legs around his waist.

But Navid violently took my two hands that were on his neck. He pinned both of my hands above my head. I swallowed when I saw the anger in his eyes.

I quickly chastised myself. Stupid, Elle! You shouldn't have done that!

"I'm sorry, Navid. I didn't—"

"I already told you not to touch me!" He said angrily as his sharp eyes stared at me. "You will be punished."

My heart rate doubled because of what he said. Not because of fear, but because of excitement. My already wet womanhood got even more wet.

Slut. That's what Navid calls me whenever he's drunk or mad. And maybe he's right. Maybe I really am a slut—a slut that is only for him because I don't have any other man to give my body to, if not my husband. Only Navid.

While still pinning my hands, one of his hands went down to my left breast. He caressed my breast, particularly my erect nipple. He lightly squeezed my nipple, which made me moan.

I wanted to moan, but I chose to keep quiet because he might lose interest in me and choose to leave.

After he squeezed my nipple, I was shocked and gasped when he gave my nipple a slap.

It was a little rough, but also a little gentle. I don't even know how to explain it, but what he did to my nipple just made my pussy clench. And it is not because of pain.

And Navid seemed to like that. He did the same thing to my right nipple, and my pussy clenched even more. He did it all over again until both my breasts were red. I felt the pain and the sting. My eyes were watering, but I held back from crying.

I will never show him how I cry. Never.

I thought he wouldn’t do anything anymore. So I was so surprised when he went over and gave my breasts a gentle lick. He gently licked the places that he slapped. He gently licked the parts of my breasts that were already red, which was done by him. After licking, he gently sucked my left nipple, and it made me suck my own breath. The sucking he did was too gentle, as if he was afraid of hurting me again, which I know is not true. He did the same thing to my right nipple.

And while he alternately paid attention to both of my breasts, his hips also started moving back and forth.

His every thrust was so deep and full of force that I couldn't stop myself from moaning so loudly.

"Ohhh!" I couldn't help myself; a loud moan escaped my lips as I felt Navid's masculinity hit a tickling and electrifying part of my femininity.

My fists clenched tightly. The pleasure was too much for me to take, and I know I won't last long.

One of his hands went to my waist and held it tightly as he continued to thrust.

"Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!" I grunted one after another as his strong thrusts did not stop. I feel like the sensation Navid is giving me is going to drive me crazy.

I felt his masculinity seem to grow even more inside me. It seems that even he can't stop himself.

From my breasts rose his head. He straightened his back and let go of the hands that he was holding, and instead, his hand went to the other side of my waist. He stared at me intently, and I did the same.

My desire grew stronger as I stared at him. He looked majestic; he looked like a god. The God of sex who's ready to drive me crazy at any moment.

"Navid..." I said his name once more.

His jaws clenched again, and his eyes burned with lust. His two hands gripped my waist even tighter. I felt his fingers digging on my flesh, but instead of hurting me, my femininity got wet even more.

And my eyes were widening and my mouth was agape when Navid’s thrust suddenly became stronger and more powerful. It also became continuous, not stopping or even taking a pause.

I want to look at him. I didn't want to take my eyes off of him even for a moment, but I couldn't help but close my eyes as I felt the shaking pleasure that each of his thrusts gave me.

"Ohh! Ohh! Navid… Ohh!"

I can feel it. I know I am near my limits.

My one hand that was above my head couldn't stop holding Navid's hand that was firmly on my waist. I don't care anymore what his reaction will be because of the way I touched him. My mind was so filled with lust that I lost interest in what was happening and what else would happen tonight.

My hand tightened on his hand that was on my waist, while my other hand, which was above my head, tightly held the bed cover.

Navid continues to ram his cock inside me with his eyes closed and his mouth open. As for me, I finally reached my climax. My thighs stiffened, and my toes dug into the bed as I orgasmed.

Navid quickly followed, making a few more thrusts before he took his manhood from my womanhood, and his palm continued to rub his manhood until he finally came as he groaned wildly like the beast that he is.

A few minutes passed after Navid came, and I was still silent. I want to talk to him, but I choose to keep quiet because I know he doesn't want to listen to me.

When Navid's breathing seemed to return to normal, only then did he leave the bed. I just followed him with my eyes as he picked up his stripped clothes, which were scattered on the floor.

After he picked up all his clothes, he left the room without looking back, leaving me without saying even a single word.

When he closed the door of what should have been our bedroom, my eyes went to the ceiling, and I took a deep breath.

It's like my heart was being crushed by the pain. I want to cry, but my eyes won't cooperate. It seems that my own eyes were already tired of crying.

I shook my head sadly.

When will I get used to this situation between my husband and me?

When I felt that the strength in my legs had returned, I stood up. My eyes went to my stomach, where the trace of Navid's orgasm was still there.

I gently touched his semen. How I wished he could cum inside me and make me pregnant. But I knew that my wish was something unreachable.

He couldn't even accept the fact that we were living in the same house, never mind the possibility of having children with me?

I took a deep breath again, and I tried to encourage myself.

"You can do it, Elle. He's your husband, and you love him. You won't give up on him,” I told myself. I took another deep breath and smiled.

This marriage was one hell of a fight. My husband was one hell of a beast and a heartbreaker. But I was one hell of a fighter, and I wouldn't back down easily.

Never.