C5 Awake

Francis Gonzalez opened his eyes slightly and his whole body hurt when he tried to move his limbs. He had a blurred vision of a lady who peered at him strangely.

"Are you awake?" The lady asked, wide-eyed

"Oh my goodness! You're awake!" She gasped then stood up from where she sat and ran out of the room. She came back few minutes later with a doctor and a legion of nurses.

"Can you hear me?" Asked the doctor

"Yes" he whispered

The doctor then did a few things he didn't see, all he felt was his head spin as dizziness engulfed him. Then his eyes slowly closed as his consciousness disappeared.

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He woke up again with no memory of how he got to where he was or who he was. It was all confusing. All he could see was a beautiful woman who always sat next to him. He was able to move his hand at least.

"Oh" the woman exclaimed when she saw that he'd opened his eyes. "You're awake"

"Who are you?" He asked her

There was a sad look in the woman's eyes. "Of course" she said. "the doctor said you won't remember anything for now due to the impact of the accident"

He was confused. He had an accident which resulted in his memory loss? How and when did that happen?

"How long have I been here?" He asked

"Three weeks and five days. You've been in a coma for three weeks and you woke up four days ago"

He winced. How come he couldn't remember anything?

The woman touched his hand lightly. "You're Francis. Francis Gonzalez and I'm Sophie Gonzalez, your wife"

He stared at the woman in shock. He was married?

It felt like everything was happening all at once and he couldn't keep up.

"How-how long have we been married for?" He asked

"Three years" she whispered

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A few days later, the doctor discharged Francis from the hospital and he went home with his wife. He didn't even know that he was so rich. His house was so big and beautiful. He had staffs all over the place but his wife Sophie insisted on taking personal care of him.

She told him that he had a thriving furniture company and she always went to work everyday while he rested at home and anticipated her arrival. He found himself craving for his wife and always wanting her near him. He'd never felt this way before.

So this evening when she returned from work, he allowed her to go take a shower and after she was done, he snatched her up off her feet and kissed her in a move that so disconcerted her she didn’t fight, she only gasped. A split second on, the punishing, passionate force of his hard mouth was smashing down on hers, driving her lips apart, his tongue penetrating that moist and sensitive internal space. She shuddered with reaction, her arms balancing on his shoulders, her hands splaying round the back of his neck, fingers delving into the luxuriant depths of his black hair. A tsunami of excitement quivered through her with every deeply sensual plunge of his tongue. It was like nothing she had ever felt in a man’s arms before and the very intensity of it was mind-blowing because it was everything she had ever dreamt of and nothing she had ever thought she could feel. He could certainly kiss, she thought helplessly, awash with the stimulation spreading through her heated body.

Her hand slid back to his spine. His skin was hot, faintly damp but it was his eyes she was watching and thinking about, those beautiful black-fringed eyes singing a clear song of stress and bewilderment and the glorious liberating message that he wasn’t any more in charge of what was happening between them than she was.

‘I want you, my wife,’ he growled all soft and rough, sending shimmying awareness right down her taut spine just as he reached down and lifted her tee shirt and whipped it off over her head.

You are so beautiful,’ he almost crooned, his hands rising to cup her delicate little breasts, which were topped with taut rosy tips that he stroked appreciatively with his thumb.

And that fast, Sophie had no desire to either cover up or breathe because the fabulous joy and satisfaction of being deemed beautiful by Francis overwhelmed her. In gratitude, she stretched up to find his mouth again for herself, nibbling at his lower lip, circling slowly with newly discovered sensuality while all the time he was stroking and rolling and squeezing the peaks of her breasts that she had never known could be so responsive to a man’s touch. Little fiery arrows were travelling down to the heart of her, making her hips shift and squirm on the table as the heat and tightness increased there. And then, with what felt like very little warning to her, a climax shot through her like an electric charge, making her cry out in surprise and pleasure.

‘And as responsive as my most erotic dream,’ he husked, wrenching at the zip of his jeans.

A lean brown hand pried her legs apart while she was still in a sort of blissful cocoon of reaction. Francis pulled her closer and tipped her back to facilitate his intentions. A long finger traced her entrance and eased inside. He uttered a hungry groan of appreciation because she was very wet and tight and then he froze. He tried to argue with himself but, poised between her legs, craving the welcome her slender, lithe body offered his raging arousal, he realised it was a lost battle for him before it even started.

With strong hands he eased her closer still and she felt him, hard and demanding against her most tender flesh, and both nerves and eagerness assailed her. Her whole body came alive with electrified longing as if that first redemptive taste of pleasure had ignited an unquenchable fire of need inside her. He sank into her by easy degrees, groaning something out loud in Argentinian as she buried her face against a satin-smooth brown shoulder, barely crediting she was making love with Francis, every sense she possessed rioting with sensation, the very smell and taste of his skin thrilling her.

And then he slammed right to the heart of her and she wriggled her hips with feminine encouragement, watching him react and groan with a newly learned sense of empowerment.

‘Don’t stop,’ she told him.

He did exactly as she told him. He sank deeper again, stretching the tender walls of her heated core with hungry thoroughness and, that instant of pain forgotten, Sophie craved his contact. He gave her more, picking up speed, hard and fast until he was pounding into her and her excitement climbed with his every fluid, forceful thrust. It was much wilder and infinitely more uninhibited than she had dimly expected from a man as reserved as Francis; indeed it was passionately explosive. She reached another climax and her body convulsed around his, the whole world, it seemed, erupting around her as he shot her into a deeply erotic and exhilarating release.