When I returned from the post sex haiz I realized that I was really rough about it. And I had no plans to treat her like my lovely wife ever again.
I also realized that I wanted to do her again with those thoughts in mind, I grabbed my dick and looked down into her sleepy face. "This changes nothing." I slammed myself into her hard without care, something I would never have done when we were married. Her body bucked, and she screamed and moaned before I covered her mouth with my hand.
"Shh, don't wake the baby." I stroked into her, going deep, knowing that she was never very good at taking all of me like this, not without a lot of preparation, which usually entailed me, giving her my mouth.
I don't care. "Does it hurt having me inside you like this?" She didn't answer. Just stared up at me around the hand I still had covering her mouth.
At one point both she and I were lost in eachother in throes of passion and heat of sex.
I will never admit it but being inside her sweet tight honeypot again was like the best fucking thing to ever happen to me, except for the day I found her.
I made note of the fact that her pussy was indeed tight like it hadn't been used in a while.
But then I recalled that there was another day, another thing that should've been numbered among the best for me, that she'd robbed me of that thing, the birth of my sons, there first sonography scans , hearing their heartbeats, their crying etc.
I think I am bipolar now how I go from loving her to hating her in milliseconds. And I guess my brain can't stop shut while I'm still with her but no it has to go like thousand miles away in my train of thoughts.
And in our ongoing passionate night I suddenly pull out of her without warning and put her on her hands and knees in front of me, wrapped my hand around her throat from behind, pulling her head back so I could look down into her eyes, and drove my cock home.
Her mouth opened on a silent scream, and I felt the waves of shock that ran through her body around my cock. Her eyes opened wide on mine pleadingly as if asking for mercy; I had none. "Cadmus, that hurts." She barely choked out the words in between, taking me deep in her belly.
"You're my wife; I'll fuck you any way I want to."
( See I probably am going insane with this woman and I keep changing my mind or words)
I was still fucking her really hard o as opposed to making love, which the demure and delicate Diana had never been subjected to by me, but I was being more careful with her now that the heat of my anger had started to cool; at least for now.
I was close before I knew it, something that hadn't happened since the first three months of our relationship when I couldn't get enough of her and stayed inside her three or four times a night.
I'd learned to control myself somewhat and was able to last at least an hour inside her even though it used to kill me. But now that control was gone again.
And in this moment of passion between us I forgot that I have divorced her we are not a couple who are trying to conceive a child which we were before she left me and I came inside her .
I don't care. I told myself as I pulled out and put her on her back to start on her all over again.
"Fuck!" I rolled away from her and barely let my head touch the pillow beside hers before I sat up in haste and left the bed.
Even as I did it, I knew it was a asshole move, but what else was there for me to do? It's not like I was about to cuddle with her the way I used to after making love and whisper sweet nothings in her ear like it used to be two years ago, fuck that.
But I did feel like a monster as I left through the connecting door between our rooms without so much as a backward glance.