Page 115 of Past Due

“Good. She should.” He flipped off the bathroom light, and the bedroom was plunged into near total darkness. No longer able to ogle his naked body, I waited for him to slide under the covers with me. He snuggled up to my back and kissed my shoulder and neck. He nuzzled my hair. “You smell like me.”

“I ran out of shampoo so borrowed some of yours when I showered before bed.”

“We need to go shopping later.” One of his hands slipped under my tank top. He gently scraped his nails along my belly and up toward my breasts. “You need clothes and other things. We’ll do that after we stop at the bank.”

“Okay,” I said, my voice shaky as his hand changed direction and slid down my belly toward my sleeping shorts.

“Are you tired?” he asked huskily.

“Not anymore,” I whispered, my whole body alight with arousal and need.

“Good.” He pressed me down toward the mattress, and I gasped as he pinned me to the bed, straddling the backs of my legs. He nipped at my neck and sucked hard at the spot he had lightly bitten. All the while, he thrust his cock against the cheeks of my ass, shocking me with the teasing possibility of an act I had never considered something I might like.

“Fuck, I missed you,” he swore and shoved my shirt up. He kissed and licked his way down my back, stopping here and there to graze his teeth over my skin. Pinned underneath him, I could do nothing but feel.

And—oh, God—it felt good. So good.

He roughly jerked my sleep shorts down my hips and thighs, sweeping them down my legs and off my body. I whimpered when he grabbed my hips and tugged me up onto my knees. I wasn’t sure what he planned to do until I felt his tongue stabbing into me from behind.

“Besian!” I squealed in shock at the unexpected invasion and tried to wiggle away. He was so much stronger. He gripped the fronts of my thighs and forced me to stay right there, legs wide open as he feasted on my pussy. He made the most wicked sounds as he licked and suckled. His tongue thrust into me, drawing another gasp from me, and then it slipped down to flutter over my clit.

Overwhelmed by his sensual assault, I let go of the embarrassment of being on my knees and completely open to him. He obviously enjoyed tasting me—all of me—and I wasn’t about to argue with him. I closed my eyes, gripped the pillows in front of me and embraced the wild sensation of his tongue mapping my body.

When two of his fingers speared into me, I lost it. His thrusting fingers and flicking tongue sent me over the edge. I came hard, pressing aback against his mouth as the waves of ecstasy crashed down and swallowed me whole. “B!”

He shocked me again by nipping my bottom and then smacking both cheeks. I gasped at the sting and then moaned as his fingers sought out my clit, rubbing slow circles. He alternated slaps on my bottom, moving from side to side until I was shaking with excitement and desperate for him to take me.

“Please,” I begged. “Please, Besian.”

“Say it,” he ordered and smacked my bottom again. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want your cock,” I pleaded. “I want you inside me.”

He slapped my bottom twice more, this time with enough force that I grunted at the painful burst of pain. I quickly groaned in pleasure as he leaned down and licked a long, slow swipe between my labia. He left the bed to grab a condom, and I whimpered in protest. He laughed darkly and made quick work of applying the condom.

He grabbed my ankle and dragged me to the edge of the bed. He turned me onto my back and shoved a pillow under my hips. Holding the base of his cock, he dragged the thick head through my slick folds and dipped into my vagina. He was careful as he entered me, showing how gentle he could be when it mattered. He slid inside slowly, letting me acclimate to inch after inch of his thick shaft.

When he was fully sheathed, we both groaned. His pace was easy at first, his thrusts languid and unhurried. I clutched at his forearm with my uninjured hand, holding tight as he gave me exactly what I wanted. My breasts were aching and heavy, and my nipples begged for attention. I touched them, pinching and rubbing them in a way that felt really good.

“Fuck,” Besian swore. “Your pussy is so hot and tight.” He groaned as he picked up the pace, snapping his hips as he buried his cock into me again and again. “Feel how wet you are for me.”

Every word he said drove me higher and higher. I liked the roughness to his voice as he got closer to his climax. I liked the filthy things he said, the dirty praise that he heaped on as he wrecked me. When he touched my clit again, rubbing his thumb over it, my vagina clenched around his shaft.

“That’s it, Marley,” he urged. “Squeeze my cock while you play with your tits.”

“B,” I whined, my face burning at his filthy instruction. I did exactly as he asked, tugging on my buzzing nipples and clutching at him with my vaginal walls. The mix of thrusting and his thumb on my clit made me insanely wet. I could feel myself making a mess between us, but it felt so good I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop. I squeezed his hips with my quivering thighs and screamed his name as my orgasm exploded deep in my core.

Besian dropped forward, planting his hands on either side of my head. He destroyed me as he chased his release, thrusting so fast and hard that I couldn’t catch my breath. My orgasm kept building and spreading as he slammed into me again and again. I grasped at his arm, his shoulder, his neck, desperate to feel him, to hold him.

He groaned my name, shuddering powerfully as he came. His forehead touched mine, and we panted for air, both of us clutching and trembling with the aftershocks of our intense lovemaking. He kissed me deeply, his tongue dancing around mine until we were both sleepy and relaxed.

Besian helped me up, and we made our way to the bathroom to tidy up. Besian caught me against the bathroom counter, boxing me in and capturing my mouth with sensual kisses that left my knees weak. Somehow, we finally made it back to bed and fell onto the mattress in a tangle of limbs.

Curled up against his chest, I listened to his heartbeat as his breathing slowed and deepened. He fell asleep, and I followed not long after, content and safe in my husband’s arms. When I woke later, the sun had risen. A slim shaft of sunlight peeked through a gap in the blackout curtains, telling me it was time to get up.

Not wanting to wake Besian who had only been asleep for a short time, I carefully extricated myself and tiptoed to the bathroom. I was out of comfortable clothing and hadn’t done laundry yet so I grabbed one of his dark t-shirts to wear as a sort of casual dress. I didn’t bother with panties. My desperate need for coffee outweighed modesty this morning.

I placed a folded pair of pajama pants on Besian’s bedside table before leaving the bedroom with my phone in hand. I had just plucked a coffee pod from the organizer and jammed it into the machine when my phone rang. I glanced at the screen and grinned at Agnesa’s name flashing there. “Hello!”

---