And I don’t want to be alone. After the emotional past few weeks and the wedding tonight, I can’t imagine forcing myself to go upstairs and sleep in a cold guest room when the option to be beside her is right here, calling my name like a siren song.
I sit up to reach for the lamp switch. Her hand snakes out and grabs mine. Her green eyes pop open.
“Please stay.” Her voice is a hoarse whisper.
I keep holding on to her hand as I reach over and flip off thelamp. I slide under the covers, moving right up next to her. I pull her warm body flush against mine.
We don’t need words. My hands move over her curves, mapping out her body. I start at her waist, pinching softly before moving farther down to her wide, inviting hips. They’re the perfect size for my fingers to wrap around.
My lips find her ear in the dark. “Where’d all that attitude go, darlin’?”
She pushes her ass back, grinding up against my growing erection. I groan into her neck, pulling her up to my chest. I slide my hands over her breasts, kneading them over her tank top. She gasps, her hands grabbing the top of mine.
I pause, waiting for her to push me away. She doesn’t. My fingers slide down over her stomach, brushing under the waistband of her tiny shorts.
“You want me to stop?”
She presses her ass up against my erection, making stars swim above my head. I’m so hard, it’s painful. I take her movements as an answer and continue sliding my fingers down into her shorts. I find her slick with arousal. She gasps when my fingers slip over her wetness. I leisurely brush across the bud of nerves at her clit.
I can tell she needs this. She lays her head back against my shoulder, her hair tickling my cheek. I keep rubbing her and grinding against her ass, my dick sliding between her round ass cheeks, separated by her shorts and my sweats.
I’ve never come in my pants, but I’m getting dangerously close when she whimpers my name. Our bodies are writhing together, the heat building under the covers in the dark. She’s so wet that my fingers are drenched with it. I pinch herclit, making her release a breathy moan and ride my hand harder.
I thrust upward, wishing I were buried inside her. Her hand comes back to wrap around my neck. I suck her earlobe into my mouth, nibbling on the soft flesh and continuing to finger her. I press my middle finger against her slick entrance, pushing it in an inch. She stills, waiting for me to keep going. I push it farther in before pulling it back out. My thumb finds her clit, rubbing in circles before I push my middle finger all the way inside her.
“Mm… Duke …” she moans again, her legs starting to vibrate around my hand.
“You’re so fucking hot when you’re riding my hand, baby.”
My release is coming hard and fast. She’s getting close, too, if her heavy panting is any indicator. I reach my other hand around to grip her hair at the roots, holding her head in place.
She lets out one last whimper before her legs tense up and her body goes rigid. I keep my fingers moving until she cries out and jerks her hips back. My dick jolts against her ass cheeks, a groan escaping me at the same time my orgasm rushes over me.
I come inside my sweats against her ass, ecstasy rushing over my skin. I hold her hair tightly, thrusting up into her one more time and savoring the feeling before finally slowing down my movements and growing still behind her.
Then she bolts. I don’t even have time to react before she jumps out of bed, gasping.
“What’s wrong?” My heart thumps loudly in my chest.
She sounds like she’s having a panic attack. I sit up, flipping the lamp back on.
She’s on the floor, knees hugged up to her chest. She’s rocking back and forth, sobbing. Fear grips me. I drop down to my knees beside her and reach out to brush her hair away from her face.
She pulls back, pressing herself up to the foot of the bed. I can’t see her face, but the sound of her sobs wrecks me.
I wait for her to calm down. It takes a long time, at least twenty minutes. It’s painful to watch, but I don’t know what else to do.
Finally, after what feels like hours, she dries her eyes with her shirt and rises to stand. She doesn’t look at me before disappearing into the bathroom and closing the door.
I hear the shower running. I’ve never felt so helpless in my entire life. I change my soiled pants and climb back into bed. Instead of sitting in tense silence where my racing thoughts attempt to come up with an explanation for what the fuck just happened, I grab the remote and turn on the TV.
I navigate toThe Office, episode one, and hit Play.
Halfway through the episode, she walks out of the bathroom and climbs into bed. I catch a glimpse of her red-rimmed puffy eyes before she settles under the covers on the far end of the bed, turned away from me.
Finally, her breathing seems to even out.
And all I can do is wonder what that worthless piece of shit ex-husband did to make her react that way to an orgasm.
