Chapter 7 #2
Yosiah licked his lips and lowered his gaze to where our openings met. Refusing to let him ignore me, I moved one of my hands to his chin and forced his eyes back on me. Leaning down, my lips parted and breaths came out rushed against his lips.
“Touch me, hubby,” I begged. With each word, my lips brushed against his.
“Say please,” he grunted.
Never one to be shy in the bedroom, I had no issue begging. “Please, please touch me. I need you to touch me.” My lips slammed into his. At first he was stiff, but it didn’t last. The moment he started reciprocating, I moved my other hand to find his and brought it to my breast.
Yosiah wrapped his hand around my breast. It filled his large hands easily. A moan left my mouth into his. His tongue filled my mouth the moment it opened, capturing it as its own. The faint taste of the liquor he had been drinking filled my tastebuds.
Yosiah rolled my nipples between his fingers before pinching and twisting them.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head as my body exploded in burning passion.
“Yosiah,” I whined, bouncing faster. “Put them in your mouth, please. Please suck them.”
His mouth left mine and brushed along my jawline. Every so often he would press a kiss against my skin. When he got to where my ear and neck met, he inhaled deeply, causing me to shiver as his tongue dragged across my flesh.
It wasn’t enough. The lack of affection from my husband was hitting me full force.
At the moment, I forgot the whole point of coming in here.
All I wanted was to feel his hands and mouth on me.
For him to own my body and make it his. I hated that this was what I had lowered myself to.
Begging for my husband to be fully intimate with me.
Yet I was ready to surrender to him at this moment.
A yelp escaped my mouth when Yosiah quickly moved, never removing himself from me and flipping me onto my back. Grabbing both of my legs, he pushed them forward so my ankles were parallel with my ears. Thanks to yoga and my trainer, I took the position easily.
“This is what you wanted?” Yosiah grunted, thrusting into me. Bending, he swiped his tongue over my breast.
“Fuck…yes!” I cried, arching my chest up. I thought he was deep when I was on top, but in this new position he was merciless, hitting new spots each time he pushed into me. He didn’t let up as he fucked me. While it felt good, I still felt like he was holding back.
“More,” I begged.
“You think you deserve more after sneaking in here and sucking my dick without my permission?”
“Yes!” I whined without hesitation.
The way he had me pinned down gave me no room to run from his forceful strokes. “I shouldn’t be shocked after all, you take and take with no regard to how anyone else feels.”
I went to speak but it was cut off by an orgasm that rippled through my body with force.
Yosiah’s words bore anger and resentment. Through low eyes, I saw the same emotions in his stare as he glared down at me.
“Look at me,” he demanded when I attempted to shield myself from it all by closing my eyes.
I wasn’t sure how much time passed when Yosiah grunted and his body went stiff as he came. His face dug into the crease of my neck where my shoulder met it and he breathed deeply.
Swallowing hard, I pushed the emptiness threatening to creep up down.
Things always went this way. I initiated sex yet Yosiah always turned into the aggressor, showing his true feelings toward me as he fucked me.
I took it without complaint each time, just wanting to feel close to him, but at the same time I longed for some kind of connection or meaning from him when it came to sex.
Yosiah was a passionate guy and I wished to see that aimed toward me.
“Fuck!” His cursing brought my attention back to reality. Slowly, I lifted my body and followed his eyes down to where he stared. My teeth sank into my bottom lip at seeing his cum seeping out of me. The condom had broken.
Hiding my excitement, I watched as he cut his eyes to my face then bounced them back down.
“It’s okay.” I said slowly, reaching up to touch his face but he dodged my touch.
“Get out,” he replied instead, catching me off guard.
“Yosiah—”
“Go. You got what you came in here for. Now go.” His harsh words caused my insides to twist. The short lived high I was on didn’t last long.
“I’m your wife. There’s nothing wrong with cumming inside me,” I protested as I sat up and reached for my robe.
“There’s a lot wrong with it.” It felt like I’d been punched in the stomach.
Frustrated that he’d ruined the moment, I quickly collected myself and scurried to the door. Tears pooling in the bottom of my lids threatened to fall, but Yosiah had embarrassed me enough tonight. There was no way to continue the torment by crying in front of him.
Once back in my room, I used the back of my hand to wipe my eyes, cringing as I pulled the other half of the condom out of myself. A shaky grin formed on my face upon feeling our mixed juices drip down the inside of my thighs.
Making my way to my bed, I grabbed my throw blanket, spread it out over my comforter, and lay on my back with my legs in the air. Any guilt I felt about tonight vanished the moment Yosiah reacted the way he had.
Itook a boomerang of me slurping my oyster, posted it, then set my phone down and ignored the ill taste going down my throat.
“I can’t believe you’re really eating oysters.” Savannah balled her face up from across the table as she watched me finish my current one.
“According to the internet, they help with fertility,” I answered, this time picking up a fried pickle. While the oysters’ taste wasn’t all that great, I was willing to deal with it for the cause.
It had been a week since me and Yosiah had slept together.
Things at the house were tense at first. Yosiah moved around the house as if I wasn’t even there.
I continued as if I wasn’t affected by his rejection.
Over the years I’d learned I was more of a type A personality while Yosiah leaned more toward B.
He was direct, straight to the point, didn’t like to go off script, and preplanned a lot, but he worked well in chaos.
He was one of the most unorganized people I’d ever encountered.
Last night I thought he was still in his office at home, and I went to speak with him, but he was nowhere to be found.
His desk had a bunch of files and papers scattered around.
I grew up in a strict household where everything needed to have a place and be in order.
We had maids, but my mom didn’t tolerate clutter, so I ended up abandoning my search and straightened up his office.
It wasn’t the first time either. Yosiah got so engulfed in work that he often didn’t pay attention to anyone around him.
There were times when I’d watched him work and it was chaotic but it worked for him.
I didn’t understand it, but it was one of his quirks I’d grown to admire.
I hoped he would appreciate the fact that I’d straightened his office for him. The cleaning service didn’t normally do anything but dust and vacuum when they went in there so I was sure he’d be happy to have clarity.
“So you’re dead set on this baby thing, huh?” She lifted her frozen margarita to her mouth, taking a large sip. We were at a brunch spot near the Marina. We had just left our monthly pedicure and manicure appointment.
I sat up straighter in my seat, giving her my full attention. “Of course I am. Have you ever known me to be a quitter?”
I didn’t think Savannah knew about my financial issues. Earlier this week I’d received an email from the bank notifying me about my accounts being frozen and audited. This meant my funds were limited, but I refused to show anyone I was in a bind.
Her face twisted again. She flicked her wrist and set her glass on the table.
“Your funeral.” Picking her phone up, her nails tapped against the screen for a few seconds before she paused and flicked her eyes back to me.
“Oh! I forgot to tell you. My cousin Simone had to fire her stylist for stealing from her and she’s in need of a replacement for this promo shoot she has coming up.
I passed her manager your information, so she should be reaching out. ”
My eyes widened. “Really?”
“Yeah, girl. You’re one of the most fashionable people I know.” Her eyes went back to her phone.
Once the shock wore off, a smile split my face and I did a small dance in my seat. Simone was a popular R&B singer. She had quickly become one of my favorite artists too. Her last single went platinum in my house.
“Thanks, bestie!” I’d never thought about styling other people. I just loved to dress up and look cute, but here were two inquiries falling into my lap.
Our main dishes arrived after a while and we quieted as we ate.
“I was having a bad day, but it looks like my luck is changing.” I was in the middle of eating my crab legs when a familiar voice caused me to pause. I looked over and was surprised to see Ryker, a guy I’d dated briefly in high school.
One corner of my mouth lifted and I scanned him with my eyes. “If you’re running into me, then you must be lucky.”
Leo, his best friend, laughed next to him. “Glad to see you haven’t changed.”
“Of course not.” I batted my lashes.
Ryker licked his full, pink lips and eyed the table. “You ladies mind if we join you?”
I was ready to turn him down, but Savannah spoke up first. Her and Leo had a thing back in high school too. The four of us used to hang out together often.
The guys took the two vacant seats at the table.
“It’s been a minute since I've seen you. You still look as good as ever,” Leo said, giving Savannah his attention.
My eyes left them and went to Ryker who was staring at me. “You must like what you see,” I joked.
That boyish grin that used to make me melt played on his lips. “It’s been a minute since I’ve seen you.”