"I love you," Sami breathed out, as he rolled off me in the dark.
"I love you too," I whispered, as I felt his arm snake around me and pull me to his side.
His fingers traced up and down the curve of my hip before he finally stopped and I felt the lull of his chest. He was already asleep.
I couldn't go to sleep for hours. My mind was spinning with guilt. I had a perfect man. I really could not ask for better.
Sami faced timed me every single night from the road without fail, even if some of those conversations included Kevin's comments from the background.
When he came home, he couldn't be more helpful around our house. He did laundry, dishes, all the landscaping outside, cooked a lot of the meals. He came home so incredibly tired and still did so much to help me.
He would give me massages and foot rubs while we watched television, even though his body had to be killing him from night after night of matches.
He always brought me gifts when he came home, he bought me flowers, he always told me how beautiful I was, how much he loved me.
He proposed to me three months ago, literally under the Eiffel Tower when I tagged along on a European Tour. He got down on one knee and poured his heart out in the middle of the night, offering me the most beautiful, antique diamond ring. It was meant for me and he knew that. He knew everything about me.
Except one thing. Our sex life.
It wasn't that I didn't enjoy it. Sami was so sweet and careful and loving. He never failed to please me before himself.
It was simply that, nothing every changed. We made love in the same two positions, he was always so gentle. Not that I didn't enjoy that side of him, I did.
Sometimes though, I wanted him to be rougher. I wanted my hair pulled or him to whisper dirty things to me. I wanted to fuck, not make love every night. I wanted him to look at me with complete lust.
I had thought about discussing it with him many times but I didn't want to put any pressure on him. We had just bought a new house, started planning our wedding, he rarely got to come home as it was right now. I didn't want it weighing on him that he had to come up with some new way to excite me every time we had sex.
I finally drifted off to sleep, deciding that I was going to discuss it with him in the morning. I would make it as casual as possible. I didn't want to offend him but I did want to put the idea in his head.
"Hey babe," Sami turned around smiling at me as I stumbled into the kitchen.
"Coffee?" I asked, brushing my hair out of my face sleepily.
"On the table," he called over his shoulder, as he scooped the eggs he had been making onto two plates.
He came over and sat across from me, greedily diving into his spinach omelet. I stared at him for a minute, the words dancing on the tip of my tongue.
"Sami," I finally managed to get out.
"Yeah?" he looked up with a mouth full of food.
"Um, can I talk to you about something?"
He immediately looked worried and put down his fork.
"Something wrong?"
"No," I shook my head "No, nothing serious…I just um…I don't know how to say this without it sounding absolutely ridiculous and superficial."
"What?" he grinned "Spinach in my teeth?"
"No," I sighed, my fingers dancing nervously along my coffee mug.
"Well, then what is it?" he laughed in confusion.
"It's about our sex life," I blurted out, my eyes dropping to the table.
He didn't say anything and I flinched slightly.
"Babe, I know I come home tired but I thought we had sex…"
"It's not that," I closed my eyes nervously "It's how we have sex."
I could feel the tension before I opened my eyes. When I did, he was staring at me with a hint of anger on his face.
"How we do it?" he scoffed "Ok, what's wrong with how we have sex?"
"Nothing!" I sighed "I just wish that sometimes you would, you know, be a little more forceful….A little less of my sweet Sami and a little more…Dirty?"
"Dirty?" he laughed, pushing himself back from the table and standing up with his plate.
It offended me that he was laughing and I stood up to follow him to the sink.
"Why is that funny?" I folded my arms across my chest.
"You want me to treat you like a whore, that's what you're telling me? My future wife. You want me to treat you like that?" he ran his hand over the back of his red hair.
"What's wrong with that? What's wrong with having multiple sides to our sex life?" I threw my hands up "What's wrong with wanting you to look at me like you just want to fuck me?"
"What?" he sputtered out with a laugh, sliding his hand down his face in disbelief "Where is this coming from?"
"Me," I shook my head "Just…me. I want it."
We stood in silence for a good minute and I thought I was going to throw up waiting to hear what he would say. Finally, his face softened a little and he didn't look angry. He almost looked…excited?
"Ok," he nodded "Ok, I can do that. If that's what you want."
"Really?" I grinned in surprise.
"Take off your fucking clothes," he said immediately, in a tone I had never heard him use before.
"Right now?" I laughed.
I had expected a little planning or something…
"Take. Off. Your. Fucking. Clothes." he repeated.
I slid the t-shirt I had on over my head and stepped out of the boy shorts I was wearing.
"Look at you," he shook his head "You're being a little slut aren't you? Getting naked that fast just because someone asked you to."
He reached out and wrapped my hair around his hand, pulling my face close to him.
"You want me to fuck you? I'll fuck you. I'll fuck your brains out."
He flipped me around and walked me over to our dining room table. In one swoop of his arm, he knocked my breakfast plate and both our coffee mugs onto the floor. They all cracked when they hit the hardwood but neither of us noticed. He pulled his own t-shirt over his head and stepped out of his boxers. He picked me up and sat me down on the edge of the table.
"I'm going to eat that pussy," he groaned, his fingers running between my legs "And then you're going to suck my dick, you got that?"
I nodded breathlessly.
"Lay back," he groaned, as he pushed my legs open.
My head hit the table, the second his tongue touched me. He licked up and down my slit so fast that my hips were literally bucking with the movements.
I moaned as he pressed down harder. His fingers were gripping my thighs so tight that it hurt but it hurt in a good way.
"You like that don't you?…Yeah you would," he raised up "You like it when I fuck you with my tongue. I can tell. You're so wet."
I nodded, too breathless to say anything else.
He ran his fingers between my legs and then slicked the inside of my thighs with my own wetness.
"Fuck," he breathed out, his tongue gliding along my thighs so that I could watch him lap it up.
"You taste so good. Only I can make you like this," he whispered, sliding two fingers into me, his tongue going back to work.
"Sami," I gasped, my hands going into his ginger hair.
He licked his way up to my clit and sucked it into his mouth. He moaned against it and I felt sensations starting to course through me.
"Shit," I let go of his head and reached out to claw for the edge of the table.
"You're going to cum for me and you're going to cum loud, do you understand?" he looked up, as he pushed a third finger inside me.
"Yee, yes," I stammered.
I felt his fingers crook toward my g-spot and I gulped because I knew how intense this was going to be for me.
"Right there baby?" he asked in the sexiest voice I had ever heard "Is that where you like it?…Is that where you need me to touch you? Are you going to cum for your daddy, huh?"
Daddy? Oh shit.
That was enough. I felt myself clench down on his fingers and a pleased chuckle left his lips as he continued to caress me inside.
"Just like that…" I gasped.
"Just like that who?" he leaned up and growled against my ear.
"Just like that daddy," I moaned.
"Yeah, baby," he curled his fingers again and I screamed "Be fucking loud!"
"That feels so good! Oh my God," I bucked on the table "Don't stop, please…"
"Daddy's gonna let you ride this out to the end sweetheart," he nipped at my ear "My baby gets what she wants."
My body finally started to relax as he licked his tongue from my ear to my navel.
"Shit," I breathed out as I slowly sat up.
"Daddy's turn," he smirked, already holding his dick in his hands.
As much as he acted like he didn't want to do this, he appeared to be extremely turned on by it.
"How do you want it Daddy?" I started playing coy, standing to the floor.
"Get on your knees," he pointed.
I slid down on the floor slowly, crawling the short distance over to him.
"Mm," he grabbed my hair up in his hands and stared down at me "You better take every last inch of me in, do you understand?"
I nodded, slowly encircling his dick with my mouth, each inch sliding past my lips until he hit my gag reflex. I suppressed the urge to let that stop me, moving onward.
"Fuck baby," he breathed out when he saw I had been able to get his whole length in my mouth "You wanted all of Daddy didn't you? Mm, that's my dirty girl."
The words coming out of Sami's mouth would normally have sounded so foreign in his voice but his voice now was huskier, deeper, sexier and it made me even wetter with each word he spoke.
He took control of my head and the pace with which I sucked him off. He groaned as he quickened the action and I grasped onto his legs for support, raking my nails down them.
"Are you trying to hurt Daddy?" he growled.
I looked up into his eyes and shook my head.
He tugged on me and I let his dick pop out of my mouth.
I stood even with him and his mouth devoured mine, his hands roaming all over my naked body.
"How does my baby want to get fucked?" he hissed into my mouth.
"I want what will make Daddy happy," I replied innocently, as I pulled away from his kisses.
"Get on the table," he grunted.
I climbed back onto it and waited for instruction.
He climbed up beside me and positioned me over him, in a reverse cowgirl style. I couldn't remember the last time we had done this.
"I want you to wrap that tight little pussy around Daddy's dick and ride that motherfucker with those hips of yours," he gripped ahold of them.
"Yes Daddy," I managed to breathe out.
He reached around and grabbed my breasts as I slid onto him. He moaned when he was completely inside me and pinched both my nipples between his fingers. I started to bounce on top of him and he kept pinching, causing it to blissfully hurt with every movement I made.
"Yeah just like that sweetheart," he bucked his hips up into me a couple times "You're gonna make your Daddy cum all in that pussy. Is that what you want?"
"Yes Daddy," I panted, my nails digging into his thighs, which only caused him to twist my nipples even tighter.
I felt my orgasm building and I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. He knew it too.
"Not yet, wait for Daddy," he commanded and I bit my lip in frustration.
"I, I can't," I whined.
"Yes you can. Do it for me, sweetheart."
"Fuck," I groaned, trying with everything I had to hold back.
He let go of my nipples and gripped my hips, pounding me up and down on top of him. The speed and friction increased and when I heard him groan, I felt a sense of relief.
"Cum now baby," he moaned "Do it!"
I let go and one of the most intense orgasms of my life flooded me. I felt his release jolt inside of me.
"Sami, oh my God," I leaned back placing my hands on his chest.
"Fucking shit," I heard him pant as he sat up, pulling me closer to him.
When we both stilled, he pressed his chin on my shoulder and kissed my cheek.
"How was that babe?"
"I think Daddy needs to come visit more often."