Selfish husband.

Valleria was gasping for breath, clutching spasmodically at my back. I could feel her nails digging into my skin. She was driving me crazy. I leaned down to her lips again and kissed her hungrily. She moaned into my mouth and finally her jaw relaxed a little.

She was so hot. I sped up and clenched my fingers in the sheets to keep from hurting her even more. I stifled short, pleased moans, trying to get rid of the unbearable tension. This was heaven.

She clutched my waist with her knees and held onto my hips.

She didn't push me away. I could feel the very bottom of her pussy, but that only made me more excited. Pleasure overcame me, and I pushed even harder against her lap, going crazy with pleasure.

I leaned my forehead on the pillow behind her head to wipe the beads of sweat from my skin.

I could feel it coming. I stiffened deep inside her hot insides and whimpered like a dog, my teeth clenched into the pillow. When I was able to take control of my thoughts again, I pulled away from her at arm's length and laid down by her side.

"I'm sorry. I wanted to make it nicer... Sorry." I mumbled into her hair, covering it apologetically with kisses.

"I didn't - I wasn't expecting it to be like that." She said in a sudden whisper as if she was afraid someone would hear her. Surprised, I raised up on my elbow and watched her for a minute.

She was examining her shaky arms, trying to clench and unclench her stiff fingers. "Everyone I talked to told me to beg you to be considerate, that maybe then it wouldn't hurt so bad. That I should lay on my back and try not to think about it. It did hurt, yes. And it was - so strange." She paused then and rubbed her palm.

"Does it still hurt?" I asked quietly, watching her as she carefully stretched her back, pressed her palm against her lower abdomen, and nodded reluctantly.

I'm such a selfish bastard.

"I wanted to make it nicer for you. I'm sorry I got too carried away." I said apologetically and wrapped her in my arms. I was so angry with myself. I hugged her body and frowned. I didn't know what to do with myself. I stroked my fingers over her bare skin and rubbed my face in her hair, as I did every night.

She squirmed.

"I can't sleep like this Max." Valleria apologized after a moment and moved a little away from me. She pulled her knees to her chin, pulled the other blanket up to her neck and held onto my arm with both hands. I could feel her restless breathing on my skin.

After a moment, she staggered again.

"Are you sleeping Max?"

"I can't go back to sleep." I shook my head.

"I'm going to take a bath, alright?" She asked again softly.

I nodded and sat up as well, "Let me help you."

"No. Stay." She blurted out "I'll do it myself." She then added half-loudly and reached for my robe to cover herself with something.

She slowly climbed out of bed and without giving me a single look, she patted barefoot out of the bedroom.

I wanted to break something. Shatter something to shit.

I rolled over to my side and buried my head in the spot where she'd been lying only moments ago.

I heard the door open again and the maids running from the parlor to the bath.