Let Me Love You Again
Chapter 122

Jess

I looked in the mirror and bit my lower l*p. We weren’t there at all. I wanted to cry.

When I bought that outfit that afternoon, I thought it was the right size, I thought it would be good for me and now, looking in the mirror, I wasn’t so sure.

My bra was tight and my breasts were squeezed too much and it came out in part from the cup, the thong was tiny and it was confused with my huge a*s. It was not good at all. I put on the lace robe, trying to cover the flabby belly that I could see.

Maybe it wasn’t a good idea. Deep down, I didn’t want Andrew to see me naked, not when my body sucked so bad at me. I didn’t want him to see that mess I’d become, if that meant no s*x for months, I would.

Tears came to my eyes but I tried to push them back.

After I left the kids with Nate and Maya, I texted Andrew to ask him what time he was coming back, and he told me he was coming back for dinner, so I took advantage of it.

I had bought some chicken that was in the oven, the lingerie and some scented oils. I thought it was the right idea. Start with dinner and finish with a bath together.

So I had completely shaved, I had taken a high and I was ready to seduce and f**k my man tonight.

But now that I was looking in the mirror, seeing the effects that pregnancy had had on my body. No, it wouldn’t have done any good. I was horrible. I couldn’t be looked at like that.

I shook my head in front of the mirror and turned to the many scented candles I had lit in our bedroom.

I hurried to extinguish them all at once and, just as I was blowing to blow out the first candle, the door to the room opened with a thud and I froze with the candle in my hand while out of the corner of my eye I looked at Andrew on the door.

He had his shoulder bag in mid-air as he tried to take it off, and it froze when he saw me.

I opened my eyes wide and stood straight.

“NO!” I panicked and said, “Get out!” I said, putting the candle down and approaching him.

Only at that moment, did Andrew look at me, I saw him staring at me from head to toe. His gaze lingered with his eyes on the breast that partially came out of the bra, and then went down, down my legs. I saw him licking his lips and I froze, my hands on his shoulders to push him out.

“Where are the children?” he asked me in a hoarse voice.

He swallowed “To Maya and Nate”.

“Why?” he looked up and looked straight into my eyes, his grey eyes veiled by desire.

“Because I wanted to spend an evening alone with you,” I said, putting my head down and looking at my feet.

“But you’re kicking me out,” he said.

I bit my l*p and tried to stop the tears from coming out, “Because did I change my mind,” I admitted.

“Why?” I looked up and looked for hers, bit my l*p and pulled up my nose.

“Because I don’t want you to look at me like that,” I said.

Andrew frowned, “Like that?” he said, bending his head to the side.

“I’m horrible,” I said, turning my back, “I don’t fit in my bra, I have a flabby belly, I have the biggest a*s than boat, and I have squat legs. I don’t want you to see me like this,” I said and then I turned to look at him and I looked at him.

Andrew took off his shirt and threw it on the ground and was proceeding to undo his pants.

“What are you doing?” I said, bewildered.

“Keep talking,” he said as he took off his shoes.

I turned and looked at him, putting my hands on my h**s, “What are you doing?!” I hissed.

“Honey, I swear I’m gonna put my d**k in your mouth so you can stop talking,” he said, pant and boxers down in one fell swoop.

My gaze fell on his hard c**k that was pointing right at me and I l*p-kissed.

“If you keep doing this, I might come without touching me or touching you.”

“How can you say that, look at me!”

“Oh I’m looking at you Amore,” he said, taking it in his hand and starting to pump slowly.

“Andrew” I said in a sigh “Do you love me?”.

Andrew interrupted the movements of his hand and looked at me frowning, “Of course I love you,” he replied.

I took another deep breath, “Are you cheating on me?” I said seriously.

Andrew looked up at me and was surprised, “Where the f**k are you getting this crap from?!” he said upset, completely forgetting that they were naked and with hard d**k.

“From you!” I said.

“From me?!”

“You’re never home! You haven’t touched me in months when you’re home you’re with kids or you’re asleep! We haven’t had s*x in three months, Andrew! Three months!”

“Surely you have found one that does not have flabby skin and huge a*s, one whose body has not been deformed by a pregnancy of two children Andrew, your children! And you don’t even look at me!”

“Are you serious?” he asked stunned.

“Don’t play dumb! Why don’t you touch me anymore? Why when we’re alone in the room, you’d rather sleep than be with me?”

“Because I’m tired, Jess, for God’s sake! And you’re tired too! Do you think I don’t see how exhausted you are after a day with the twins? You think I want to put my needs before yours?”

“You don’t even know what my needs are!”

“because have you shut yourself in! You don’t talk to me anymore! How long have you been having these doubts about me? What have I ever done to make you doubt? I’ve always shown you all the love I had for you, all the love I’d be willing to do for you, and now you’re coming up with this s**t?” said he wounded and looked down.

“Because don’t you get close to me!” I said desperately “In my mind, every time you come to bed and give me your back to sleep it’s as if you refuse me if you don’t find me as beautiful as before because I’m horrible!” continued.

I wasn’t pretty, I was disgusting, and maybe Andrew hated touching me because I was horrible.

“You are beautiful, Amore. Why should I not find you wonderful?”

“Because don’t you touch me! Why don’t you?” I replied with my teeth clenched.

Andrew looked at me with a frown “I told you! Because you’re tired!”

“I’m not tired, I’m horny!” I suddenly blurted out and Andrew’s eyes grew big, “So horny that I put anything in! Anything! Do you know what it means to have to use a vibrator in the shower because my husband doesn’t want to?”

“Why didn’t you just tell me this weeks ago?” he blurted out.

“Because you always sleep!”

“But I’m here now! Why are you arguing with me when I’m standing here naked?” Andrew yelled.

I froze and looked at him carefully, naked in all his magnificence in front of me, I bent my head to look at him better and I traced with my eyes every single muscle of his wonderful body, feeling a pleasant thick low abdomen that reverberated in my p***y, forcing me to tighten my legs between them.

“You’re particularly sexy so naked” I winked.

“And you with this outfit that makes me want to rip it out with my teeth and f**k you nonstop on the floor”

“This is something I would like” I admitted shamelessly as I watched him.

Andrew’s eyes caught fire, and in a second, he was all over me. All I heard was crack and then the fabric of my robe and bra was on the floor, leaving my breasts uncovered.

“Hey! Do you know how much I paid for it?” I complained, but before I ended up thrown on the bed, resting on my hands and knees with my a*s in plain sight.

I did the talking, but I felt Andrew’s lips resting on my butt, kissing and licking my skin, then I felt him grab my thong with his teeth and then let it slide down my legs.

“I don’t think it’s fair that I’m naked and you’re not,” Andrew said.

I answered with a g***n because I was so horny that I could only come with the fact that he was touching me. I squeezed the blankets between my fingers and pushed my butt towards him, making him understand what I wanted, what I needed.

Andrew did not repeat it twice and immediately felt his tongue pass through me the whole length and I g*****d resting my forehead on the mattress as I pushed against his mouth which began to attack me quickly.

“F**k… yes,” I said, moaning.

“Do you like it?” Andrew said, momentarily detaching himself from my throbbing p***y.

“God! Don’t stop!” I said, pushing against him.

Andrew laughed, “And so?” he said, and then he sank two fingers into me.

I g*****d again and began to move on his fingers, feeling the need for that clutch that would bring my coveted o****m.

Andrew put his tongue back on me and began sucking my swollen c******s as his fingers entered and exited relentlessly from me. Every time he pulled them out I pushed backwards to impale myself again, until I contracted and came uncontrollably on his tongue and fingers, with a deep g***n.

I was still throbbing and trying to catch my breath when I feel myself grabbing by the hair and pulling back with my head, I arched with my back, and Andrew slammed his d**k inside me with a single powerful thrust, reaching to the end and moaning.

I screamed, feeling finally full. I sighed when Andrew leaned over and kissed me on one shoulder.

“I swear after tonight you won’t be able to walk,” he said with a hoarse voice in my ear.

“Oh my God, yes” I said dreamily.

And that’s when Andrew started moving. With one hand he held me by the hair while with the other he grabbed my side and slammed repeatedly inside me.

With every ferocious push, my body went forward but Andrew pulled me back from my hair and h**s. I loved it when he was so wild and unbridled. Andrew was the kind of guy who always seemed calm, but when he was f*****g, he was f*****g to make you faint, so you wouldn’t feel your legs anymore.

I Don’t hold me back. I pushed against him with every push, increasing the force of the blows, wanting more and more, until all we could hear was the sound of our skin slamming against each other and our low and deep m***s.

Each push of Andrew went deeper as if he wanted to get completely inside me, until he touched that exact point and I trembled, then I touched it again and felt the o****m come until I disintegrated completely under him.

I let go of everything that had accumulated inside of me, squirting against him and moaning words without any sense. When my body calmed down, Andrew came out of me and grabbed me, turning on my back and looking at me as he held his d**k in his hand and pumped himself slowly. On the lower abdomen had droplets of my o****m that were splashed everywhere with the force of release, as well as the blankets were completely wet.

“Are you tired already?” he said, looking at me, “I thought you wanted to f**k fiercely not to play, Amore.”

I put my hands on my reddened face as I tried to catch my breath, I could feel my body on fire as he kept pumping.

“Sit,” he commanded me, and I couldn’t help but obey and sit down.

Andrew came over and laid his d**k on my chest, in the recess between my breasts.

“Hold me,” he ordered again and I grabbed them to squeeze him between my boobs, moaning.

Andrew began to move between my breasts, throwing his head back as I watched his wonderful c**k swell between my breasts as he m*********d. I lowered my head and clipped the tip when it was close to me and Andrew immediately put a hand in my hair and pushed my head against his c**k as he kept rubbing between my ears and pushing the tip into my mouth and meeting my tongue.

Andrew g*****d relentlessly as he moved faster and faster, without stopping until he stiffened and came with a cry on my breast. Spraying his c*m on me and making my p***y quiver again.

When he calmed down, Andrew threw himself on the bed next to me and I picked up his s***m from my chest with my finger and then I shoved it in my mouth. I turned to watch him taste his taste on my tongue.

Andrew had his arms raised over his head and his eyes closed, his face reddened and he was trying to catch his breath. But I didn’t want to stop. Not after all those months.

Without thinking twice I straddled him and grabbed his d**k, banging it sometimes against my wet p***y, making it hard again, before impaling myself on it with a single and fierce movement. I shouted and so did Andrew who immediately grabbed my h**s and opened his eyes.

“I thought you wanted to f**k not play, Amore,” I said imitating him.

Andrew gave me a mischievous smile and I stood up and impaled myself on him again in one movement as he threw his head back and m****d.

“What? Can’t you keep up?” I said.

Andrew looked at me again and then, with one movement, he flipped me over on the bed, lying on me. He grabbed my legs and spread them as wide as he could, resting my knees on his arms before starting to push so hard and violently inside of me to enter almost with all his balls and I could do nothing but scream with pleasure and m**n incessantly while my husband f****d me wildly.