HOWARD COULD MAKE PROMISES THERE AND THEN, that he would never go near another woman a g a i n but those promises would no doubt become lies, broken promises , which he’s had a habit of doing lately. TRUTH BE TOLD
HE KNOWS THE ONLY REASON HE CHASES THOSE OTHER WOMEN IS BECAUSE IT’S SIMPLY SEX, NO EMOTION, NO LOVE WITH THE OTHER WOMEN, just a quick way to get off , and not have to face a barrage of questions. When did it get this bad? when did it get so bad that he ended up hitting his wife in anger, when he was drunk , or even his own son. HE IS A MAN OF MANY MISTAKES but in this moment he forgets them, focusing instead on the feel of Maria’s body pressed up against his. She takes good care of herself, still as b e a u t i f u l as ever, she is by far the most attractive woman that he has laid eyes on so why can’t he r e m a i n faithful?. A hand grips her thigh, not hard enough to leave a mark, but hard enough to keep her leg wrapped around his waist as he pounds into her head, seeking both their releases. The sound of their shaking b r e a t h s ,the way her walls spasm around him, he know’s she’s close and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t either. THEIR MINDS AND BODIES WERE STILL FINELY ATTUNED TO THE OTHER, even after all these years. ❝I know my darling❞ he breathes, his voice deep and like gravel, brown eyes close as lips meet in a hungry kiss, lips and teeth classing together as if they are two t e e n a g e r s making out for the first time. Her name is the only one on his lips as he spills into her, hips not slowing down as he rides out his own orgasm, hopefully bringing her to hers.
DESPERATION. that is what remains in this moment, their bodies colliding and becoming one, just as the couple used to do so often years before. but so much has changed between them, loyalties lying elsewhere ( howard’s, at least ), and time devoted to other events of interest; they cannot help that… to an extent. and yet, this hasn’t changed, their need and desire for one another remaining after all else has abandoned them. it’s his release that will bring her to her own, for the fact that he would allow himself to fall first is incentive enough for maria to deduce that pride holds no part in this interaction between the two of them; it’s pride that has always prompted him to hold out for her. whimpering loudly as his seed fills her ( they need not worry about her becoming pregnant, for that time has come and passed for them ), the italian comes around his length with clenching walls, head falling back against the wall as their lips part and her sounds grow louder. she’s always been vocal for howard, only quiet if tony or other company was home, but not tonight. not after everything. pressed firmly between the wall and howard’s body, though, her hands will grasp clumps of his white hair before she’s letting up and calming down. this high they’ve reached is a memorable one, to say the least. ❛ — you are perfect. ❜ she’ll praise him again, for maria’s breathing is loud and ragged, and such words are all she can manage in the moment. his hips have slowed a bit now, though they’re both still recovering from release; it’s a pleasurable moment between the two of them. one they can share completely.