Chasing After My Wife Chapter 146
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Jillyanna was blushing from head to toe once again. Her whole body looked so red and her hand felt so hot when it touches his member.
"Is..i-it really o-okay to..to do this?" she asked in trembling voice. Aside from the coldness that she felt earlier from the shower, the idea of doing something inside the shower room sent a series of shivers on her spine.
Travis was holding his control tightly so that he won't go beyond what he promised her. His ragged breathing was a sign that he was already feeling pleasure just from her touch.
"It's fine.. sweetheart. You need..to..to get out of your comfort... zone sometimes." He spoke to her in between moans which Jillyanna acknowledged as a success.
He guided her hand to move up and down slowly. Jillyanna gasped when she felt it grow in size and it was throbbing in her hands.
"Does it really grow this big? How did it even fit me? This is just absurd." she murmured just for the two of them to hear. She was stroking him slowly with enough force just as he told her.
"Do you want to know how it would fit?" Travis teased her which earned a glare from her.
"You promised that you won't."
"I was just kidding." He put his one hand behind her head and pulled her closer for a kiss. His tongue danced in tango with hers. "Can you do it a little bit faster?"
Jillyanna did what was told and stroke him a little faster. Travis held her tightly and kissed the base of her neck. He sucked on it to leave a kiss mark which she wasn't aware of. He trailed down his kisses, leaving kiss marks every where to stake his claim.
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"I'm..I'm..a-almost there sweetheart. Just a little bit..more." his eyes were in a daze and the feeling of pleasure was evident on his face. "I'm going to come." Just as he finished his word, he let everything out.
"It's...it's sticky." Jillyanna commented while looking at the semen on her hands and some where on her stomach and legs. "I'll shower first."
"Sorry. I'll clean it for you." Travis responded but his blissful face was clear as day to her.
She stood under the shower to rinse the sticky stuff off of her body. Travis pour some liquid soap on a sponge and helped her wash so that she didn't have to bend.
Jillyanna was focusing on her bath when she noticed something awakening again. "My goodness Travis!"
"Sorry. I just can't stop myself whenever I look at you." He admitted to her while he bathe her. "I promise I won't do anything so rest assured."
In the end, the usual half hour bath time turned to more than an hour. Her hands felt so tired from doing it since he couldn't be sated even after she helped him thrice.
"I can't believe you'd be that lively." she commented while looking for her a large shirt to wear.
"I've been hungry for so many years. I was fed only once. What do you expect from me?"
"Shut up! I won't help you anymore! I am so tired and to think it's just noon time." she found a t-shirt and her underwear so she put it on.
"Let me dry your hair since your hands are tired." Travis offered but it came out like a tease instead.
Jillyanna finished changing her clothes and handed him the hair dryer. "Make it quick cause I wanna sleep for a while. Just for a while. I need to recover my energy."
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"I was just using your hands and you're this tired? We really need to boost your stamina? I don't want you to faint when we do the exact thing."
"Who said I'm letting you do it? In your dreams!" she rolled her eyes at him and sat on the edge of the bed so he can start drying her hair.
When her hair got dried already, she went to the couch where she placed her bag and took out her phone. She passed by her vanity mirror and noticed something.
"What's this?" she sat on a chair in front of the mirror and flipped her hair to the other side so she can see her neck. "What the...what.." she checked her neck, her collarbone and she lifted her shirt only to find countless kiss marks.
Travis saw her checking her body and found his traces. "The look lovely on you."
"You beast! I can't believe you'd leave these many hickeys on me." she wasn't really complaining. It was just so unexpected.
The time she accepted him in her life, she already prepared herself for these kind of things. However, imagination and reality were two different things. She never thought he'd be so thirsty and hungry for it.
"That's not many. It's very few."
"More than one is many. Well, whatever. What's done is done." she gave up reasoning things out with him.
Travis approached her and hugged her from behind. He had changed his clothes already and his warmth comforted her.
"I know that many things have happened in the past and we are just reunited two months ago. Jill, I don't have any desires for other women. I was even so guilty when I liked you the first time because I thought I was betraying the past Jillyanna I knew when I was a child. Now, I am just so happy that the person I have liked for so many years is the same person that I like now."
"Why didn't you come back and find me?" Jillyanna asked him. It's rare for them to talk like this so it's best that she'd grab the opportunity.
"I was so guilty back then regarding what happened to you. It was my nightmare and I thought you'd never want to see me again after that."
Jillyanna turned around to face him and hugged him back while leaning her head on his chest. "I didn't really hate you but it did left a big hole in my heart. It was the reason why I couldn't really trust anyone. I was afraid they'll do they same thing that you did back then."
"I'm really sorry Jill."
"It's fine. We're through that phase in our life."
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