by Tyler, Q. B.
“You give me everything I need,” he tells me as he sits on the mahogany coffee table in front of me, squeezing my knee. “I love you.”
“You can’t do this to me again…”
“Never.” I bite my lip as I look at the two white gold rings sitting next to him one with a three carat diamond sitting in the center. He follows my gaze and sets his glass down and pulls mine from my hand. “I put these on, and they’re never coming off again.” His voice is full of conviction and I nod slowly. “You talk to me. Open up to me. We’re in this together, baby.”
“I know. Forever and ever,” I whisper and he smiles before he slides my wedding band on first, slowly, and then my engagement ring after. He presses his lips over them, kissing my ring finger followed by the other four causing a fire to flare between my legs.
I look down at the rings on my finger and then up at my husband and before I can think, our mouths have collided. “Oh God,” I moan as I’m in his arms and being carried to his bedroom. “Please fuck me, Clarke.” I’d sucked down a good bit of the whiskey, making me warm and horny. Bennett used to say whiskey made me more enthusiastic about his cock.
And I was already pretty in love with it.
“Fuck.” He growls in my ear and then I’m on my back and he’s on top of me. I want us naked, but I know that would require breaking our kiss, which I’m not interested in. The kiss is passionate and tastes like all of the good parts of our marriage. But it also tastes like I’m sorry and forgive me. Both of us feeding our apologies to the other for the things done in our marriage.
“I love you.” I moan and he pulls away from me, his green eyes bright and shimmering with love for me.
“That’s the first time you’ve said that,” he whispers.
I lick my swollen lips and bite my bottom lip gently as my eyes well up with tears, and I remember that it’s the first time I’ve said it in over six months. “I do, Clarke. So much.”
He yanks my sweatshirt off from over my head and pops the button on my jeans and slides them down my legs slowly, kissing every inch of skin as it’s exposed. “I’m never letting you go.”
“Please don’t,” I murmur as he pulls his jeans down. I undo my blouse, not wanting to waste another second before he’s inside of me and pull off my bra as well, leaving me in nothing but my panties. My breasts spring free and he licks his lips as he looks me over.
“Take off your panties.” His voice is strong and dominating and it makes my sex slick with arousal. I slide them down my legs and throw them at him and he catches them before bringing them to his nose. I watch in fascination as his tongue darts out, licking the wetness from my panties causing the fire congregating between my thighs to spread throughout my whole body. He tosses them over his shoulder after he’s done sucking my juices from the fabric before he grabs me by my ankle and pulls me down the bed.
He yanks his shirt off over his head and slides his boxers down his legs. His cock juts out hard and pointing right at me. “Touch yourself,” he tells me.
Frowning, I sit up on my elbows and look at his dick then my pussy, wondering why we’re doing anything other than fucking each other’s brains out. “You touch me.”
“I want you to touch your pretty clit until it’s nice and hot to the touch, tingling and waiting for me to kiss away the ache.” He rubs his hand through my sex, and I moan as he seems to be collecting my arousal. He rubs it on his bare cock and begins to stroke it slowly.
“Are we putting on a show for each other?”
He nods as he pulls at his dick, moving his fist up and down over his thick member and I can already see the precum forming at the head. I sit up, pressing my heels on the edge of the bed and completely opening myself up for him. I can feel myself building as I begin to rub my clit in slow circles, applying just the right amount of pressure and I swear his cock leaks precum every time my sex clenches. “Does that feel good?”
“So fucking good.” I groan as my clit begins to pulse under my fingers. I curl my toes as my body succumbs to the pleasure between my legs and I let my eyes flutter closed as I feel myself getting close. My eyes snap open when I feel his tongue against me, and I look down to see him kneeling between my legs. I slide my hand away, wanting, needing him to take over when he presses his lips to my sex. “Please don’t ever fucking leave me.” He grips my thighs hard, digging his nails into the skin as he kisses me hard against my pussy. It’s almost how he kisses my lips, with teeth and tongue. He pulls on the lips of my sex every few seconds, sinking his teeth into the sensitive flesh. I look down and see that his eyes are closed and his dark hair has fallen over his face.
“Jesus, Clarke. You’re so fucking sexy it drives me insane.” I fall back on the bed, the orgasm feeling like a wave preparing to pull me under when the pleasure stops and he’s hovering over me.
“Hands and knees.” I nod and do as he says knowing how much we have always loved this position. I loved how deep he got, and he loved the view of “the most perfect ass, I’ve ever eaten.” A hand comes down on my ass hard and then I feel his teeth sinking into the stinging flesh.
“Ow! Fuck!” Bennett used to love biting me. He’d sink his teeth into my skin so hard at times I was sure he’d break the skin. My tits and the space between my thighs were always riddled with hickeys and I loved the feeling of being marked in such a sexy manner.
“Have you missed my bites? Have you missed looking in the mirror and seeing my teeth marks all over your sexy body?”
“Mmm,” I mewl and he smacks my ass again.
“Answer me, Olivia.” He grabs my hair and hauls me back against his chest so that my back is resting directly against his chest. He runs his fingers down my body and rubs my clit gently.
“Yes yes yes.” I groan when I feel his lips on my neck. “I love the way you mark me. Claim me. Own me. I love being yours.”
“When have you not been mine?” He growls as he bites down on my neck. “I know you think that this situation we’re in with me not remembering is the only reason we’re here now, but it’s not. I was coming for you regardless, Olivia. I could only live without you for so long.” he tells me as he pushes me down.
And a part of me thinks that he’s right.
I feel his cock at my entrance, his blunt tip probing my sensitive sex that is seconds from reaching orgasmic bliss. “Rub your clit on my cock, sweetheart. Just slide your slippery cunt on the top of my dick. I want to feel you dripping all over me and onto the bed.” His words are almost my undoing as I rock back on his cock, rubbing my pussy against him. The inferno between my legs is getting more aggressive, and all I want is him inside me.
“Clarke please, stop teasing me. I want this. Please put us back together, baby,” I beg. And it’s true, sex was a large part of our relationship. Both Bennett and I expressed our love through affection and making love. We were hypersexual people and we’d always had this intense sexual chemistry. And while sex wouldn’t fix everything, it is certainly a step in the right direction towards being the old Olivia and Bennett.
“Fuck.” He rears back and pushes inside me hard. So hard, the bed frame bangs against the wall. “Holy fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m fucking home.” He growls and I moan at the same thought as his thick cock stretches me in a way that I haven’t felt in months. The familiar tingle in my pussy is already ready to take me over when he pulls back and does it again as a guttural groan leaves him.
“Oh my God, Clarke!” I whine as he pumps inside of me hard. His grip tightens on my hips, his nails digging into to the flesh so hard, I know there will be bruises tomorrow. Bruises I’d rub over gently with a sexy smile on my face as I remember how hard he fucked me. I reach back between my spread legs to cup his balls and squeeze them gently.
“Shit. You always know just what to do, Livi. You were made for me baby. Your tight cunt was made for my cock. Squeeze me, baby.”
I cry out both out of the pleasure he’s inflicting but also his words that make me feel all kinds of emotions. �
�Tell me how much you love fucking me,” I purr as I clamp down on him.
“Fuck fuck fuck.” One hand finds its way into my hair, tangling in my dark tresses and he pulls slightly. The pinch in my scalp sends a message to my clit which pulses in response. “It’s the greatest fucking thrill of my life. There’s nothing like being inside of you.” He continues to thrust, his balls tapping my clit each time he bottoms out inside of me. He hammers into me at a punishing speed, one hand digging into my hips as he fucks me mercilessly. “Fuck. I wish I’d made you come in my mouth. I love fucking you with the taste of your pussy on my tongue.” He freezes and I almost think he’s going to stop to make me sit on his face, which he’s been known to do. “I need my lips on you. I need to fuck your mouth while I fuck your cunt.”
I can feel myself getting close, and him for that matter, so I’m surprised when he pulls out of me. I’m about to protest when I’m on my back and he’s on top of me, staring down at me. He slides back into me, rocking slowly but it’s just as intense as his deep green eyes stare down at me. “I love you.” He presses his lips to mine just as I lock my ankles around his back. His thrusts pick up again as his lips find my neck. “Come with me, Livi. Please. I know you’re close, I’m waiting for you baby.”
“Oh God,” I cry out, knowing that the few times Bennett and I have come at the same time, it was intense and I usually bawled my eyes out after.
“I know, I know.”
“Bennett, it’s just too much!” I squeeze my eyes shut, turning my head to the side, as I raise my hips to meet his thrusts, our pelvises banging together almost painfully.
“It’s never too much,” he whispers as he brushes the hair out of my eyes. I squeeze down, my body moving with his in perfect harmony and then I freeze as my body goes taut. I feel my clit tingling and my sex quivering and he gasps. “Fuck, there it is.” He presses his forehead to mine. “Let go, baby, I’ll catch you.”
I look up into his eyes, the second before I shatter and all I see is the beautiful man that gave me his heart eight years ago and has never gotten it back. I’ve had it this whole time and only now do I see he hasn’t really been functioning without it. He kisses me hard as he unleashes his seed inside me, sliding his tongue between my lips and coaxing my tongue into his. At some point, I stop coming and he stops thrusting, letting me know he’s slowing down as well, but he stays inside of me. I feel him softening but he makes no effort to move, as he stares down at me. We’re wrapped up in the most delicious knot, our arms and legs tangled together and deliciously sweaty. We shift slightly, the sweat on our bodies allowing us to glide against each other.
He leans down brushing his nose over mine and his lips across my skin. “Forever and ever,” he murmurs against my lips as he slowly slips out of me.
In that moment, I know, and the thought hits me almost as hard as the orgasm:
I am madly in love with my husband and I no longer want to let him go.
Fingertips ghosting lightly up my spine rouse me from my last few moments of sleep. The smell of vanilla floods my senses and a smile finds my face before I’m even fully awake. I open one eye and see the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, the only woman I’ve ever loved staring at me with the sweetest smile on her face. Her brown eyes are warm and staring adoringly into mine as if I hold the answers to all of life’s questions.
Being married to Olivia Clarke has been the greatest adventure of my life and I thank every God there is that she deems me worthy of being her husband. I still remember the look on her face when I slid that ring on her finger. Like I was a prize she couldn’t believe she’d won. When in reality, I was the lucky one.
I move from my stomach to my side and pull her against me. “Were you watching me sleep?” I ask her and she nods her head guiltily before a grin breaks out across her face. Olivia’s smile is one of the great wonders of my world. She swears up and down that her in that deliciously sinful black dress she was wearing the night we met was what made me fall in love. But before I even got a look at the way that dress hugged her curves, I spotted a woman across the room with the most beautiful smile.
Genuinely breathtaking.
I didn’t even know she was friends with Wren’s newest girlfriend. All I knew was that I had to know her. I had to be in her presence, and just maybe, one of those smiles would be directed at me.
“I was waiting for you to wake up.” She sits up, leaning on her elbow and the sheet falls, revealing her warm brown skin, that is slightly kissed by the sun after this past weekend in the Hampton’s.
“And why is that?” My eyes devour her naked chest, wanting to pull one of her pretty nipples into my mouth.
“To fuck me.” She giggles and I thank God we are on the same page. Her giggle is like music to my dick that’s been awake long before I was. “I’m ovulating.” Her teeth find her bottom lip and the thought of impregnating the woman I’ve been borderline obsessed with the last seven years has me climbing on top of her. She laughs when I tuck my face into her neck inhaling her sweet and sexy scent.
“You want me to get you pregnant, Mrs. Clarke?”
“Please,” she whispers as my cock probes her folds that are already wet and ready for me.
“I want that too. Fuck I want that.” I press my lips to hers as I begin rocking in and out of her slowly.
I married Olivia when she was fresh out of college, and while I wanted to knock her up the second we said ‘I do,’ I knew she wanted time to explore her career and adulthood. So, we waited.
Until about two weeks ago, when Olivia came to me and told me she was ready to be a mother.
I’m going to be a dad.
To Olivia’s baby.
I can’t fucking wait.
My eyes fly open as the memory hits me so hard, I find myself struggling to breathe. I stare at the ceiling as the fan continues to propel above us as memories of the past six months come at me hard, fast and unrelenting.
“Livi, please don’t cry.” I hold her in arms, stroking her back as she sobs into my shirt, soaking the fabric. Her tears sear my skin, her pain eviscerating me with each choked out plea.
“Why…why can’t I get pregnant? It’s been months, Clarke.” She looks up at me, her big brown eyes full of questions that I don’t have the answers to. “What’s wrong with me?”
“Nothing!” I tell her immediately. “You’re perfect, Olivia. These things take time.”
Her lip trembles as she climbs out of my lap and I try not to take it personally that she doesn’t want me to comfort her. I can feel her heart hardening in her chest, like it’s my own. She’s shutting down and shutting me out and I don’t know how to stop it.
I sit up, rubbing a hand over my mouth as everything comes back to me. I blink my eyes several times as if it would somehow change what happened between us.
“Olivia…talk to me.” She pulls her gaze away from the window. A gaze that used to be full of life and laughter and love, but is now lifeless and cold. I stroke her cheek slowly. “Baby, come on, let’s go out.”
“I’m tired,” she says before turning back to the window.
“I know, but it’ll make you feel better.”
“Will it?”
“I promise, yes. Or maybe I can call Alyssa and she can come over?”
She
shakes her head. “Can you just…let me be sad in peace please?”
“Olivia…”
“I get it, you want me to feel better. I do, Clarke. But I can’t feel better just because you want me to. That’s not how this works. That’s not how any of this works.” Her lip trembles. “I don’t want to feel like this, but…I don’t get a say either.”
“Yes you do, Olivia. We can get through this together. I’m devastated too and I need you just as much as you need me.” I move closer and try to wrap my arms around her when she shrinks into herself pushing me away.
“Please, just don’t.”
My eyes furrow not out of anger, but out of worry. “Don’t wha
t? Touch you? You’re my wife, Olivia. We need this.”
“What? Sex? I am really not in the mood.”
“Not sex, Olivia. Intimacy. We’ve never not been able to connect that way.”
My eyes move to the woman in bed next to me, her chest moving up and down underneath the thin sheet. The room is quiet except for her gentle breathing and the pounding of my heart that I swear can be heard around New York.
“Olivia, please.” I knock on the locked door of our bathroom. She’s been in the bathtub for an hour crying. She ran the water for most of the time, trying to drown out the sound but I’ve been sitting next to the door, trying my best to give her space, but also trying to soothe her broken heart.
“Olivia, we need to talk.” I need my wife back. I can’t take it another second. I need her and I know without a doubt she needs me.
“About…what?” Her voice wobbles and I regret being so stern with her.
“I just…please?”
“I have nothing to say.”
“Well, I do, come out here.”
I expect her to ignore me, so I’m surprised when she opens the door and steps out into our bedroom in nothing more than a bathrobe. Her hair is pinned up in a bun to not get it wet and her eyes are glassy and hazy, with bags beneath them. Her skin is blotchy and ashen. Her usual honey glow is gone and the fire in her eyes has long since been extinguished.
“What, Clarke?”
“You have to snap out of this. I’ve had enough, Olivia. I need my wife back. I know it’s been a rocky few months—hell year, but if we’re going to get through this, I need you with me. I need you to fight with me. For us.”
“I can’t fight anymore. I’m tired.”
“Too tired for…us?”
“I’m just…hurting, Clarke.”
“And you think I’m not?” I snap, the frustrations of being shut out and ignored the last few months finally bubbling over. “Watching you going through that? Through this?” I point at her. “It’s destroying me, Olivia. To know that I can’t fix this. That I can’t help. Goddammit, Olivia, you’re my wife. Let me take care of you. Fuck. I need you to take care of me. I need you. I need us.” She doesn’t respond before I’m out the door, slamming it behind me. I hadn’t intended to take that tone with her, but her indifference, the vacant look in her eyes just set me completely off.