Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

ATHENA

"I don't think we really need to be there so early." My husband pulls me back in bed, making me giggle.

I love that he always wants to have me to himself.

"Yes we do. We also have to get up." I remind him, but he simply groans and buries his head in my neck while placing his heavy arm on my stomach, pinning me in.

"Let's wake up a little later. I've missed my wife."

His voice is low, gravelly, and too intoxicating for my barely awake brain to fight.

Alex's breath is warm against my skin, his lips brushing the sensitive spot just beneath my jaw. I try to be responsible, really, I do, but how am I supposed to think when he's touching me like this?

"Alex..." I murmur, trying to sound firm, but it comes out breathy and soft.

He smirks against my neck.

He knows exactly what he's doing. His hand slides beneath the hem of his shirt. The one I slept in, his fingers grazing my bare thigh like it's a secret he's savoring.

"I love it when you wear this," he murmurs, nudging the fabric higher. "But I love it even more when you're not wearing anything at all.”

"You're impossible," I whisper, threading my fingers through his hair as he kisses a path down to my collarbone.

He lifts his head, those green eyes locking onto mine with that slow-burning fire that makes my heart race.

"What do we have here, dear wife? No panties, hmmm?" He asks as he cups me, his fingers pressing into my heat.

I gasp, my hips twitching instinctively into his hand. I can't think straight when he touches me like this or when he looks at me like I'm the only thing in his world worth his attention.

"I was tired," I whisper, weakly defending myself, though we both know it's a lie.

"Mmm." His smirk deepens. "Or maybe you just wanted me to wake up and find you like this. Dripping and bare like a fucking naughty little wife.”

His fingers slide between my folds,

"You're soaked, baby. You sure you want to leave this bed?"

"Alex..."

He slides a finger inside me, then another, curling them expertly. "That doesn't sound like no."

kisses me and not in a soft or sweet way. He's possessive with the kiss like

he owns my mouth just as much as he owns

and I whimper into

so tight," he groans into my neck. "So

to his mouth,

and crawling between them,

letting you leave this villa without making you scream my

it escapes me again when his cock presses

wickedly. "Let's make it

and I cry out as my back arches off the bed. He fills me so perfectly and stretches me just right like

morning," he mutters, his hips rocking

slow but deep, grinding

this, don't you?" he rasps. "Being fucked before breakfast. Being ruined

I gasp, clinging to his shoulders. "Oh

slams into me harder, each thrust sending

down on my neck. "I'll give

suddenly, making me

he murmurs darkly, dragging me to the edge of the bed by

respond, he flips me onto my stomach, his hands

exactly how he

feel the heat of his stare behind me, the tension between us snapping tight.

he growls. "Show

primal way. The cool air kisses my

through my entire body and

says, his voice rough as gravel.

grabs himself and rubs the thick head of his cock

"Alex... please-"

without warning, filling me in

I cry out, my fingers fisting the sheets. Tears sting my eyes

unintelligible things leave

I would promise

to fuck me from behind, hard and relentless, his skin slapping against mine, echoing off the walls. I feel every inch of him stretching and

is mine," he snarls, his hand sliding around to my throat,

yours- Oh! That feels so

lower, his lips brushing my

slamming into that spot that makes my knees buckle My thighs shake from the force of it,