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."

his hand, my thighs parting on their own. He kisses me and not in a soft or sweet way. He's possessive with the kiss

just as much as he owns my body,

move faster, and I whimper

so tight," he groans into my neck.

pulls his fingers out and lifts them to his mouth, sucking them clean with a groan like I'm his

back, spreading my legs wide and crawling between them, the heat

think I'm letting you leave this villa without making you scream my

it escapes me again when his cock presses against my entrance, thick

wickedly. "Let's make it

the bed. He fills me so perfectly and

in the morning," he mutters, his hips rocking into mine. "Like

slow but deep, grinding into that spot that

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

gasp, clinging to his shoulders. "Oh

harder, each

so sweet, baby," he groans, biting down on my neck. "I'll give you everything. Again and again until you can't walk out of this

suddenly, making me whine

of the bed by my hips. "I'm not done with

can respond, he flips me onto my stomach, his

how

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

like that," he growls.

kisses my wetness for only a second before his palm lands across

heat through my entire body and

he says, his voice rough as gravel. "Dripping and ready for

thick head of his cock along my slit, teasing me

"Alex... please-"

filling me in one deep,

my fingers fisting the sheets. Tears sting my

feels. I swear unintelligible things leave

I would promise him

as he continues to fuck me from behind, hard and relentless, his skin slapping against mine, echoing off the walls.

snarls, his hand sliding around to my throat, pulling me

yours- Oh! That feels so good!"

lips brushing my ear

that spot that makes my knees buckle My thighs shake from the force of it, and can feel myself climbing again, building toward