“Welch! I want some fucking answers! How did this news leak? I want you to find the source, and I want you to find who is stirring the pot spreading malicious rumors about my wife!”
I love you so desperately; my feelings leave me at your mercy. I love you with all that I am, that anything that hurts you angers me, and fills me with such ferocious rage that I’m ready to take on anything that makes you upset, let alone miserable. I love your spark. I love your witty comments. I love your smart mouth. I love your intensity; I love your will to fight to be yourself. I love that you love me, that you love our baby inside you. You are my universe. At this point, I am simply a man who is madly in love with his wife. Whatever, whoever is outside and trying to hurt us don’t matter. Others don’t matter. I am big, bad and powerful enough to make that go away. Trust me. Trust that I love you. Trust that I will protect you and our baby. Trust that there’s nothing, no one more important than you and our child you are carrying. I will protect both of you.
When the elevator doors ding open, I lace my fingers with hers and pull her out of the elevator.
“Control, baby. I need you to control your urges. Delayed gratification not only teaches you,” I say as my fingers rise up on the column of her legs reaching the apex of her thighs, I dip a finger into her glistening, pink sex, “but also,” I add, “provides the maximum intensity,” I say as I spread her legs wide with my legs forcing them to stay apart as I dip a second and a third finger into her folds, gently circling, drawing out her pleasure, coating my fingers in her cream, “as well as maximum pleasure.”
"Control the urge Ana!" I command as I finally start raining small but effective flicks over her clitoris.