Till Death Do Us Trope

by Alexa Riley

  “What part of get the fuck out of my office are you not getting? Do it yourself, or I’ll have security do it because I’m sure as fuck not touching you. Just like I’ve sure as fuck never touched you before.” He bellows the last part, and I swear the walls of the office rattle.

  Cary jumps, running out of the office faster than I thought a person could in heels.

  “If I’d known—” Ryan says, but Phillip raises his hand, cutting him off.

  “Leave. I’ll deal with you later.” Ryan just nods tightly and follows Cary out the door. Phillip moves to the door and shuts it. Then I hear the lock click, the sound echoing around in the room.

  He turns, leaning up against the locked office door.

  I just stand there staring at him, guilt eating at me.

  I go to step towards him, wanting to touch him, but he holds his hand up and I stop. Guilt tugs at my heart even more.

  “I didn’t see her that night in my office. I’d passed out on the sofa and came to later. I’d actually told Ryan to fire her because I thought she’d been flirting with me, which was unacceptable. I’d murder anyone who flirted with you.” He takes a deep breath. “I need a second to get myself under control. I’m not mad at you. I’m just feeling a lot of things right now and I’m not sure what I’ll do.” He reaches up, running his hands though his midnight-black hair like he’s trying to calm himself. I can see the tension in every line of his body.

  “You’d never hurt me,” I counter, knowing he’d never lay a hand on me. Hell, I’d just smacked him and he took it.

  “I don’t know about that. I’d really like to spank your ass right now, then bend you over that couch and fuck the shit out of you just to show you that you’re the only woman I’ve ever fucked in this office. Ever.”

  It’s like every emotion I’m feeling goes straight to my core. Phillip has never talked to me like that. But he’s been doing a lot of things differently this past week. He hasn’t slept with me since I’ve been back. It’s been over four months, a record for us. We barely went twenty-four hours without making love before I ran. Even when he worked late, he’d crawl into bed and climb right on top of me.

  “I’m okay with that.” I start to slip off my dress. Wanting that. Wanting us skin on skin. To let his warmth fill me up. Ease this ache.

  “Don’t,” he growls, stopping me. “First we’re going to clear up some things.”

  I drop my hand and shake my head.

  “You thought I was having an affair before you even came here that night?” he asks, studying me, recalling my words to him. I had, but I’d discounted those thoughts. I’d come here to tell him how I’d been feeling for those past few months.

  “I…” God, I feel terrible. How could I have let this get this far? “You’d started coming home later and later. I felt like there were secrets. Then the way she’d treat me,” I nod towards the door, out to where Cary’s desk sits, “when I called or stopped by. It pissed me off. Then Cindy said I was crazy, and to come and talk to you. So I did, but when I got here and saw her naked, I…”

  “Your dad,” he finishes for me. I was going to say I freaked out and ran, but yeah, a big part of that was my dad. Phillip went right to the root of it. I drop my head, looking at my feet, feeling shame that I let that get between us.

  Then Phillip is picking me up, placing me in his lap as he sits down on the couch.

  “This isn’t your fault, sweet Molly.” God, I love when he calls me that. I look up into his dark blue eyes that are all soft and sweet now. His big hands cup my face. “I should have known what you’d think, but I was too worried about myself. What I might do to you. You’re so young, and it’s almost like I forget that in some areas but not in others.”

  His thumb brushes my lips and I can’t stop my tongue from peeking out, trying to get a taste of him, making a half smile pull at his lips.

  “I don’t get it,” I admit.

  “I should have known you were going to think that. Hell, we’d laid in bed many nights, you telling me about how he was and how you’d never want a family like that. That it messed with your mom, and I knew that shit messed with you, too. Even he messed with you. I see it. His little side jabs, like you were too young to participate in some conversations. Always going on about how you had to get a silly art degree. It’s why I didn’t care when I moved you away from him to another city. It’s also why I gave him a piece of my mind that very night after we said ‘I do.’”

  I stare at him. I shouldn't be surprised he’d say something to my father, but I guess I never thought he noticed the things my dad did. All my experiences had been shaped and influenced by my insecurities. Never had Phillip treated me like I was less than.

  “You’re young and I knew that. I should have taken better care of you.”

  “You do. I was silly. I should have stayed and fought. I should have—”

  “Fought for a husband who even let an idea like that pop into your head? Fight for a husband who told you he’d give you one thing but hadn’t followed through?”

  “We would have gotten there,” I tell him, because we would have. I know that now. He was letting go of the reins at work. Moving us out of the city. He’s been talking about it all week.

  “We would have—we are,” he corrects. “But all this goes back to my insecurities, too. I was afraid you wouldn’t love me if you knew.”

  I feel my eyebrows pull together, not understanding what he means.

  “Whatever it is, we’ll get through it.” I try to reassure him. I don’t want these little doubts between us anymore either. Maybe it was a product of my age and of rushing down the aisle so hastily. It didn’t matter. It still got us here, no matter the path. It got me where I wanted to be: in his lap, our baby in my belly cradled between us.

  “I know we will because it’s too late. I fought it too long and now I can’t hold back.”

  I try and wiggle a little closer to him while straddling his lap. My baby bump rubs up against his hard stomach. His hands drop from my face, going to my thighs where my dress ends. Then they slide just a little underneath, the tips of his fingers disappearing under my dress.

  “I’ve been trying to hold back with you. Yeah, I was working a lot to get things wrapped up, but I was also doing it because I kept sinking deeper and deeper into you. My every thought began and ended with you. I wanted you by my side always. I was afraid I was going to crush you with my need.”

  “I happen to like your need, if it’s anything like what you’ve shown me this past week,” I reply, eating up the look he has on his face. So much hunger and passion. It’s intense and I love it. I want that from him as deeply as he wants me.

  Phillip leans forward, his hands sliding farther up my dress, his fingers digging into my thighs in a firm, possessive hold.

  “I still haven’t let it all out.” His mouth is but a breath from mine. “I still want to consume every part of you.” Then his mouth takes mine.

  I feel the heat pool between my legs, my panties dampening as his fingers trace the cotton. I’m desperate for our connection. I feel the pull between us, and it needs to be mended. I want him to possess me as intimately as possible so that whatever darkness fell around us can be washed away.

  “Please,” I moan when his lips find my neck and his fingers plunge inside of me. The thick digits stretch my tight opening as his tongue goes to my collarbone.

  If he asks me what I’m begging for, I couldn’t begin to tell him. Desire has overtaken my body, and I can’t explain what it will take to sate it. All I can do is beg and pray that he gives me what I can’t go another second without.

  Suddenly, I’m on my knees on the edge of the couch and Phillip is moving behind me. I feel my dress flip up in the back, and the cool air hits my damp pussy as he tears away my panties. I grip the back of the couch and lean forward, spreading my legs for him.

  “You thought I fucked someone else on this couch?” I hear the sound of flesh being spanked and then the sting
follows. “I’ll show you the only woman who gets fucked on this couch.”

  The second slap comes just as fast, and I shock us both when I moan and lean back into it.

  “I think we both know you deserve that.” Even she knows it. “Because you’re mine.”

  His hand goes between my legs and feels how soaked I am.

  “Phillip,” I moan, and wiggle my ass a little.

  “I know what we both need.”

  The sound of his belt clinking and his slacks coming undone is my lifeline. When I feel the head of his cock at my entrance, and his big hand grips my hip, it’s as if we are becoming one again. He thrusts all the way inside in one hard stroke, the root of his cock pressing against my wet folds. He’s as deep as he’s ever been and I’m filled with him.

  “Phillip!” My shout echoes in the office, and I should probably be embarrassed that someone could hear us through the doors. But instead, I’m lost to pleasure, moaning louder and louder.

  “That’s it, my love. Let this whole goddamn building hear how much I want you.”

  He slides his cock out, and then fills me again. His grip is tight and his thrusts are frantic. He needs this as much as I do.

  “I want everyone to see how crazy obsessive I am about my wife. I can’t control it anymore. You’re going to get all of me, all the time.” He drags his thick cock out of my wetness, then grunts as he pushes back in. “Every inch.”

  He talks through gritted teeth, and the dirty words send my already heightened senses through the roof.

  “I need you so much, Molly. It’s all-consuming. I close my eyes and you’re all I see. Everything reminds me of you, and all I can think about is being inside your sweet pussy. I want to tie you to me so you can never get away.”

  I moan again at his words, shocked by how much I love them. And strangely, it comforts me to know that my man is this crazy about me. Who wouldn’t want to be desired beyond rational behavior? What woman wouldn’t want to be worshiped by her husband?

  I’m pushing back against him as he thrusts forward. I lean back and reach up, pulling his mouth to my neck. His hands move from my hips to the front of my dress and my sensitive breasts. He plays with my hard nipples, never missing a thrust. The perfect tempo has me squeezing around his cock, and both of our moans fill the room.

  “I’m cumming,” I say, but he knows I’m already there. I feel his smile against my neck right as I hit my peak and cum all over his hard, thick cock. I can feel my warm release coating his shaft, the slick sounds of our love the backdrop to my orgasm. I cum hard, relishing wave after wave of pleasure. My body is on fire in the most delicious way, and I give it over to him.

  “I love you,” he grunts as his hot cum pulses into my pussy, coating me.

  I can feel each throb of his cock as every wave of cum fills me. It may have been months since we made love, but this feels like we never missed a minute. The way he cums inside me, how we lose ourselves together is the physical expression of the love that was formed the day we met. It’s something only we share. Something no one else has or will ever have. Something that we will always find, even when I forget.

  “I love you, too, Phillip.”

  My words are breathy and a little thick with sleep. I don’t realize how tired I am until my orgasm washes away and I realize Phillip is holding me up. I could collapse on this very couch right now and sleep for days, but instead, he helps me to my feet and pulls his cock from me.

  I make a cry of complaint, and he smiles, righting my dress and kissing me on my nose.

  “Me, too, my love. But the sooner we get out of here, the sooner I can have you all to myself.”

  I lean into his warmth and nod as he scoops me up in his arms.

  “I like the sound of that,” I mumble, and then I’m drifting off to sleep.

  Epilogue

  Molly

  A little over a year later…

  “Happy birthday, Noah!” Phillip and I say together as I place the small cake in front of him. Noah looks at us with bright eyes and then immediately sinks his little hands in, grabbing fistfuls of the cake and stuffing them into his mouth.

  I feel Phillip’s arms come around my waist as he pulls me close to him. When he lifts his hand to wipe away the tear, it’s then I realize I’m crying.

  “You okay, baby?” he whispers in my ear as our one-year-old laughs maniacally while he makes a mess.

  I don’t know if I can answer without sobbing, so I just nod my head.

  “He’s still our baby,” Phillip says, and I feel the smile in his voice.

  Taking a deep breath, I try to enjoy the moment “I’m being ridiculous. I know.”

  “Never. He’s getting so big so fast.”

  Looking around the room, I see our friends helping celebrate our baby’s first birthday. There are a lot of parents with their kids who are running around and having a good time. This is a happy occasion and I’m spending it crying. I didn’t realize how emotional this was going to be, but I guess seeing my little man turning one has hit me harder than I expected.

  Noah’s happy face makes me smile, and feeling the warm security of Phillip’s arms helps me relax. I know we’ll have more children, but he’ll always be our first. And he’ll always be my baby. No matter how old he gets.

  * * *

  “Molly?”

  I turn my head and remove the toothbrush from my mouth. Phillip is standing in the bathroom entrance, looking at me nervously.

  “What is it, baby?” I ask, rinsing my toothbrush and putting it back in the holder.

  He comes into the bathroom, meeting me halfway, and puts something in my hand.

  Before I look down at what it is, he’s kissing me, and I’m lost to his warm lips and tongue. I always forget myself when his mouth is on me and this is no exception. When he pulls away, I lean up, trying to get more, but he puts his hands on either side of my face.

  “You’re almost a week late. I think you should take that.”

  I’m confused for a second and then look down at the pregnancy test in my hand. I want to laugh at the absurdity. Phillip always knows about my cycles better than I do, but this would be impossible.

  “I think you’re mistaken. I just stopped nursing Noah a week ago. I doubt it happened that fast.”

  “You can conceive even when breast-feeding. You’re still producing milk, but your cycles have been pretty regular, even when nursing.”

  Rolling my eyes, I take the test from him and go over to the private toilet in the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. There’s no way I’m pregnant. I know Phillip would be ecstatic if we had another baby, and I would, too. But I think I would know if I was. Although, he’s been trying his best to knock me up since the day we met. It took so long with Noah that I’m sure it will be a while before I’m able to conceive again.

  I’ve been so emotional the past couple of weeks and I just chalked it up to no longer nursing Noah. As I sit down and pee on the stick, I start to run through things in my head. I don’t want to get my hopes up because I know being pregnant right now is a near impossibility.

  But as I finish up and walk out of the room, I’m in a fog of hope. What if this is it?

  Phillip is standing by the sink with his arms out, waiting on me. I go to him, placing the test on the counter in front of us. His warm arms engulf me, and suddenly, I’m completely safe. Nothing can touch our family and all’s right with the world. All my worries wash away as I feel him hug me close and place a kiss on the top of my head.

  Closing my eyes, I don’t think about what could be. I only think about what is. How perfect our life is and how lucky we are that Noah is a healthy baby. The thoughts of what could have been, how off-track we could have gone, start to flit through my mind, but they are easily dispelled by all the love that surrounds us. There’s no room for dark thoughts about what could have been when we are exactly in the right place. What led us to this moment doesn’t matter. All that matters is that we are together.

>   “Come to bed, my love,” Phillip says, pulling me from the bathroom.

  “What about the test?”

  He doesn’t say a word as he turns off the light and takes me out to our bedroom. He picks me up and places me in the middle of the bed. He slowly strips me out of my sleep shirt, which used to be one of his, and my panties. He kisses up my thighs and back down to my feet, loving every inch of me. Thoughts of the test are in the back of my mind, but he’s doing an excellent job of distracting me.

  I feel him everywhere, kissing my toes and running his fingers slowly across my naked skin. I feel his warm chest move over my body, and I realize that is also naked. I’m in a sensual fog of lust and only focusing on the here and now.

  When his mouth moves to my hip and his tongue softly traces the lines there, I try not to get shy. Instead, I just focus on how good it feels. When I was pregnant with Noah, I got a lot of very noticeable stretch marks. I’d never had them before, but the ones from carrying such a big baby were so red and deep. I was worried Phillip wouldn’t think I was pretty like I used to be, but I was wrong. He tells me how I’m more beautiful now than before and how they show him what I went through to give us a family. Every time we make love, he pays reverence to them and to me.

  When his tongue moves lower, between my legs, my thighs fall open without a hint of hesitation. He has had every inch of me, and he can continue to have it if that’s what he wants.

  His mouth licks me in the places he knows so well, in the exact rhythm that I love. There’s no finesse and no teasing. Just his mouth on my pussy, taking an orgasm from my body. I hardly move. I just lie there while he sucks on me until I’m close. And when I’m there, my back stiffens and I cry out, feeling the bone-deep pleasure run through me. It’s exactly what I need and I didn’t even know it.

  “How do you always do that?”

  “Do what?” he mumbles, kissing his way up my body.

  When he gets between my legs, he doesn’t make a move to push his cock into me. Instead, he just hovers over me, looking down into my eyes.