Free All That I Need (Secret Desires) by Ava Catori

circling my breast with tender kisses. Stopping at my nipple, Austin drew lazy circles around it with his tongue. Finally, he encased it in his warm mouth, taking me inside. My hands pulled his head tighter to my chest as he pleasured my flesh.
    My breathing deep and slow, I arched my back wanting more, trying to get closer. Austin teased me, moving between each breast, knowing my body was responding with need. The dampness between my legs told me I was ready, and what I needed more than anything was for him to penetrate me.
    Tangled together, we made love. As he filled me, I clasped my legs up and around him, pulling him tightly to me. Austin groaned as he entered me, and with each thrust I felt him deeper. Clinging to my husband, I shifted my hips, ready to climax. Each stroke, each thrust, his body rubbed against my sensitive nub, and with his cock deep inside, the combination was not only robust, but lifting me to the heights of orgasm.
    Moaning, there was no hiding the fact that my peak was imminent. As I called out, my legs seized and locked onto my husband. Every bit of me was sensitive. Austin shifted a few more times, causing me to squirm and orgasm again. 
    Seconds later, Austin’s release echoed across the room. Collapsing on the bed beside me, he smiled. Rolling over, I nuzzled into his chest.
    “I love you, Austin.” I really did, and in moments like these floating on the high of my orgasm even more.
    “I love you too.”
    The intimacy and perfection of that moment, I wish I could bottle it and capture it forever. The connection we shared, the softness between us – as quickly as it arrived, it started to fade. How had something so incredible turned awkward in minutes?
    “I’m hungry,” he said, getting out of bed way too quickly.
    Why didn’t he stay? Why didn’t he let the moment linger longer? I wanted to linger…I needed to linger. I missed the days of spooning in bed, whispering secrets, and sharing one another again and again.
    Standing, Austin pulled his jeans on. “I think there’s a list of menus over here, and there are more downstairs. There was a place I thought about going last time we were here; it’s supposed to be nice.”
    And just like that, we were back to how we usually were. Why? What was so hard about staying beside me, sharing stolen kisses in bed, and talking quietly? Had he said too much earlier? Did it make him uncomfortable to talk to me, share details of his life? I didn’t understand and it made me a little sad. Maybe I was reading too much into it. I tend to overanalyze everything.
    I climbed out of bed to redress. Looking at my husband, he seemed anxious. How is that possible after what just happened? I was relaxed and comfortable, but his body language spoke another language than my own.
    “Austin, what’s going on?” I couldn’t hold back, something felt off. We shared an intimate moment, and yet something felt wrong.
    “What are you talking about?” He played it off like I was overreacting, but I knew he wasn’t being honest with me.
    “You got up so fast, something feels off.” I was sure of it now; my gut told me there was more than what he was saying.
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he started.
    “Please. Baby, I can’t help you if you don’t tell me.”
    “I’m okay, just a lot going on in my mind.”
    I nodded, realizing he wasn’t going to tell me. What happened back there? It was magic…and now, just like that he felt almost distant.
    Chapter Eleven
    We decided on a candlelight dinner at a small seafood restaurant. The service was excellent, with only a few tables. We were lucky to get in with such short notice, but they had a cancellation and it all worked out. We didn’t realize we’d normally need a reservation.
    “Georgette’s” offered twelve tables, and there wasn’t a regular menu. It changed based on the catch of the day, and the chef’s whim. The food was divine, fresh, and so full of flavor that we realized