Contract Marriage: I’ve Always Loved You

The next morning, I stand under the shower, aroused as the memories of the incomplete sex with my wife flood my mind.

It’s been a year since I entered her, and I have been missing the sensation of being inside her.

With the twins, I don’t know when I get the chance to claim her as mine again.

My eyes widen in shock as someone holds my hardness from behind.

Before I can turn around to see, the sexy voice of my wife reaches my ear, “Now it’s my time to tease you, husband.” She bites my earlobe, rubbing my hard-like rock dick in a teasing motion.

Although I’m so hard right now, the thought of twins enters my mind.

“Where-where are twins?” I ask her with great difficulty as she drives me crazy.

“Don’t worry, Olivia is taking care of them.” She reassures me before turning my face towards her and capturing my lips in a passionate kiss under the shower.

Devouring her lips, I turn towards her and then press my naked body with hers. The water cascading over us igniting our desires.

I can’t resist any longer to feel her clenching around me. The desire to be inside her, to feel her warmth, becomes overwhelming.

I grab her soft, wet breasts in both hands, eliciting a moan from her as I pinch her nipples.

Fuck! I miss this woman so much.

In haste, I pin her wet body against the cold title, and as I press my body against hers, I feel her hard nipples on my chest.

“Wifey, I can’t wait to own your pussy again.” I murmur in a husky voice, grabbing her face and locking my eyes with hers. I can see the same desire in her gaze.

Unable to resist any longer, I lift her against the shower wall. As she wraps her legs around my waist, I position my hardness between her legs.

“I also can’t wait. Just fuck me, husband.” She commands, grinding herself against me.

“As you wish, Wifey.” I groan, thrusting fully into her, gripping her hair with both hands.

“Steve…” She closes her eyes, moaning my name in a way that heightens my desire.

It feels like heaven being inside her.

I move within her, groaning with rapture. It’s a pure pleasure, the way her skin tightens around me. Her moans escalate, and she digs her nails into my skin.

My thrusts become rougher and my grip on her wet hair tighter. With my every plunge, our pendants entangle, and her moans mingle with the sound of the running water. Finally, we both are reclaiming what we’ve both been yearning for.

Suddenly, Olivia comes to mind who is taking care of twins outside. So I stifle her moans with my palm, giving her hard shots while holding her butt with my free hand.

The rhythm of our bodies matches the cascading water. Our eyes are closed, and we’re utterly lost in the passionate moment.

After a year, having her feels like the first time. Opening my eyes, I stare at her face; her eyes squeezed shut, her moans stifled by my palm, her hair soaked and tousled, and her face glistening with moisture. She looks tempting, completely ruined by me.

The only thing missing is her intense gaze while I claim her as mine.

“Look into my eyes, Wifey,” I command in a soft tone, and she immediately opens her eyes and fixes her intense gaze on me.

Witnessing the way her eyes roll when I hit her directly on her G-spot, I feel incredibly lucky.

“Grace.” After removing my hand from her mouth, I murmur against her lips, my voice a low growl. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too, Steve. Just don’t fucking stop.” She screams, her hands exploring my wet skin.

Fulled by her words, I jab into her with great vigour, pinning her hands on the wall, my mouth sucking her wet nipples. She grabs my drenched hair, urging me further into her.

Fuck! I just don’t want to stop. This woman has been making me go crazy since day one. And now that she’s my forever wife, there’s no holding back anymore.

I carry her to the bathroom countertop by holding her buttocks, still keeping her inside me.

After making her sit on the cold countertop, I continue to thrust into her, the desire between us reaching its peak.

With her legs still wrapped around me, I explore every inch of her body, savouring the feelings that have been absent for too long.

“Steve, harder,” she demands, her moans echoing in the bathroom.

I escalate my thrusts, grasping her thighs, losing myself in the pleasure. Her tightness around me, and the way she responds to each movement, intensify my desire.

I can feel her nearing the peak of pleasure. So I fuck her even harder, rubbing her clit with great vigour, determined to make this reunion unforgettable.

Finally, we explode together, and then embrace each other, panting.

I plant a tender kiss on her forehead. “Love, that was… incredible.”

She looks up at me with affection, our arms still wrapped around each other’s. “I’ve missed you so much, Steve. It’s like a dream to have you back in my arms.”

“I never want to be apart from you again, Grace. Please don’t leave me.” I beg, panting.

She tightens her embrace, pulling me closer to her. “I won’t, Steve. I promise.”

“I love you, Wifey.” I plant a lingering kiss on her lips.

As our lips part, she whispers, “I love you too, Steve. Always have, always will,” before again capturing my lips in a gentle kiss, and I again enter her without warning, causing her to gasp.

***

After drying off and dressing up, we return to the twins, our hearts still racing from our passionate encounter.

As we step into the room, we see Olivia taking care of our babies. She is feeding them from the bottles, which Grace filled with her milk.

“Olivia, you can leave now.” As I order her, she leaves after giving me a slight nod.

Grace and I pick our babies, who are decked up in white onesies and caps, on which it is written, king and queen. As we talk to them, they stare at us with their innocent eyes, stealing our hearts all over again.

Grace murmurs, admiring them. “They look so adorable, Steve.”NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

I smile, gently running my finger over Giana’s tiny hand. “Just like their mother.”

Grace smiles at me in response.

As Giana gurgles, and Evan kicks his tiny feet, we chuckle at their adorable reaction. Every moment is precious when they’re around.

***

Next day

I step out of the bathroom after taking the shower. The scene that I witness in the room stops me in my tracks.

The twins lie alone in their lounger chair, their innocent eyes looking around the room. Panic sets in as I quickly scan the area for Grace, but she’s nowhere to be found.

“Where did Grace go?” I mutter to myself, my heart pounding with worry. I rush to the balcony, hoping to find her there, but it’s empty.

I wonder how can she go leaving twins alone. She never did like this before, and that’s why I’m so anxious. I just hope she’s alright.

I dial her number, but her phone rings in the room only.

Damn! Where are you, Wifey?

As twins burble, I look at them and realise I need to look after them too, so I call Olivia to take care of them.

As she arrives, I head out to search for Grace, my mind races with concern for her.

The house echoes with my calls for Grace, but there’s no response. Anxiety gnaws at me as I check every room, growing more frantic with each passing moment.

Listening to my shouts, Dad comes out of his room and asks, “What’s happening, Steve?”

Fear grips me as I tell him, “I can’t find Grace anywhere, Dad. She left the twins alone, and now she’s gone.”

“Leaving her children alone? Steve, that’s not what a good mother does. Maybe you should reconsider your choices.” I close my eyes, irked, listening to his words.

“Dad, please not now.” I implore before going outside to search for her.

As I step out into the open, my concern intensifies. Where could Grace have gone, leaving the twins unattended?

When I return to the room, I find the twins getting cranky.

“I’m sorry, babies. Right now, I just want to find your mama. Please forgive Daddy for neglecting you both.” I murmur to them, feeling a twinge of guilt.

Grace’s concern has my mind all jumbled up. I’m completely clueless about where she went.

I order Olivia to take them to the garden in the stroller, hoping the fresh air might calm them.

The house feels emptier without Grace and my anxiety builds with every passing moment. Where could she be? The unanswered questions echo in my mind as I try to figure out where to find her.

My phone rings, snapping me back to the reality. It’s Grace’s father’s call.

Why is he calling me? Is Grace with him?

Before I can answer it, a faint sound catches my attention. A muffled coughing sound emanates from under the table.

Confused and concerned, I approach the table, calling out to Grace. “Love, is that you?” My voice echoes, but I receive no response.

I bend down to check, my heart pounding in my chest. If it’s her, what is she doing there?

I gasp in shock as I spot her hiding under the table, trembling with fear, clutching onto the pendant like it’s her only source of solace, her eyes squeezed shut. The sight leaves me speechless, and I struggle to understand why she is hiding here.

I’ve never seen her so afraid before, and my heart shatters, witnessing her condition. It seems like she isn’t my Grace. She is someone else, a frightened child.

“Love, what are you doing here? Are you okay?” I ask, lifting my hand to touch her, the worry etched on my face.

But before my hand can touch her face, she flinches back, and in her attempt to move away, her head accidentally hits the table.

Damn! What’s wrong with her? Why is so afraid?

“Love, what are you doing?” I question, my voice filled with shock and concern. “You’re hurting yourself.”

Without wasting a single second, I pull her away from the table, her body trembling.

I have never seen her like this before. Never.

My mind races with worry.

What could have happened to her?

Is she scared? But why?

I need to find out.

“Stay away from me.” As I pull her out, she tries to push me away, not noticing it’s me.

I compose myself before entangling my tiny with hers. As I do this, fixing my gaze on her, she finally calms down and looks at me with fear in her eyes.

I don’t understand why she’s suddenly so scared. She was okay before I went to take a shower. It’s devastating to witness her in this state.

“You’re fine, baby. I’m here with you.” I blink my eyes at her in reassurance, and she stares at me with pain and fear in her eyes.

I just can’t bear to see her like this. It’s as if someone is ripping my soul out of my body.

The next moment only, she embraces me tightly, burying her face in my chest, and I wrap my arms around her, pulling her closer to me.

“I’m with you, Love. Just relax.” I whisper, stroking her hair, but her body still trembles.

I just wonder what could be the reason for her fear. Is it related to her past?

She cries in my arms, clutching my shirt. “Steve, he is out of jail. I’m so terrified.”

Her words confused me. Who is out of jail? What is she talking about?

“Who?” As I ask, trying to pull her away from me, her grip around me becomes tighter.

“Steve, please, just hold me tightly. I need to feel safe in your arms.” She implores, digging her face into my chest and clutching my t-shirt, making me more anxious.

I just can’t wrap my head around it. She’s the strongest woman I’ve ever come across. It’s like a living nightmare for me to witness her in this state.

I take a deep breath, holding her securely in my arms. “Love, I need you to tell me who is out of jail. What’s going on?”

And her next words leave me in a state of shock. The unexpected truth she reveals about herself sheds light on a part of her past I was unaware of. It is something beyond my imagination.