Chapter 2 - Melanie
“You’re fucking stunning,” Ben growled, nipping at my breast.
“More!” I tried to arch into his mouth. He had spent the last twenty minutes bringing me to the brink of orgasm just to back away, edging me to the brink of insanity, and I was desperate for him to take pity on me.
I felt the vibrations from his chuckle against my nipple, and a shiver ran down my body.
“Not yet.” He mumbled and ran the tip of his tongue in a line from one nipple to the other while his fingers slowly circled my clit.
“Bennnnn,” I whined, tears filled my eyes.
“What do you need, baby?” he dragged his lips down my stomach and gently nipped along my hip bone.
“I need you inside me.” I whispered.
He slid one thick finger inside me and hummed against my skin.
“Like this?”
“More!” I bucked against his hand and let out a frustrated sob.
He added a second finger.
“Benjamin Joseph Landon, I need you to fuck me right now!” I snarled and grabbed his hair.
“Patience.” He sucked my clit between his lips and bit down, increasing the pressure until I released his hair.
“Goddamn it!” I sobbed. Thankfully, he too must’ve been reaching the end of his patience, and next thing I knew, his tongue and fingers were working together to drag not one but two explosive orgasms from my overstimulated body.
When my body went completely limp, minus the tiny spasms, he climbed up my body with a satisfied smile and sank into me before I could speak.
The sudden fullness caused my walls to tighten, and both of us groaned.
“You feel like home.” He moaned and slammed his lips against mine.
The next few minutes were a war between two lovers; our tongues battled, our bodies slammed into each other over and over, my nails drew lines down his back, and his hands wrapped around my throat and in my hair.
It didn’t take long for the familiar fire to reignite inside my core as a third orgasm barreled towards us, and I could tell he was close too by the way his cock swelled.
“Come with me.” He growled and bit down on my shoulder.
I screamed in pleasurable pain as my body surrendered to his, and he moaned through his release. I felt the warmth of his cum as his cock twitched inside me and silently prayed that this would be the time we started our family.
“I love you.” He panted and gently kissed the spot he had bitten.
“More today", I said breathlessly.
“And more tomorrow.” He finished and collapsed beside me.
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~Five days later~
“Melanie, I’m going to be late again tonight.” Ben sounded distracted as he called for the second time this week to let me know he wouldn’t be home for dinner.
“Oh no, do you want me to bring dinner to you?” I looked at the time and saw that it was only two p.m. “Have you had lunch?”
“I’m fine, baby, thank you for thinking of me.” I could hear the smile in his voice. “I’ll have something delivered.”
“Alright, be safe.” I sighed.
“I’m sorry.” He groaned.
“It’s okay,” I said softly. I didn’t want to make him feel bad about having to work late, but I hated eating alone at night. “I’ll see if Cassie is available, I added. Cassie was married to one of the guys that Ben golfed with. He worked at the same company but in a different department.
“Uh, yeah, that’s a good idea.” Ben mumbled. “Sorry, I’ve gotta go. Don’t wait up.”
He ended the call without waiting for me to reply, and I stared at the phone, surprised. Before I could even put it down, my phone dinged.
Hubby: I love you.
Me: More today.
I waited a moment to see if he would reply, but the text was left unread. His next meeting must’ve already started.
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Fortunately, Cassie was available for dinner because her husband was on a work trip. We went out for dinner and treated ourselves to some extra carbs since no one would be around to witness the bloating.
Cassie was an interesting character. Unlike me, she had a full career, but it was not one that was typical for women in our circle.
She owned an upscale lingerie boutique, and even though I had only purchased a few pieces from it, like the sexy green ensemble I wore the week prior, I was very proud of her accomplishments.
“How have you been?” I asked after we were seated.
“I’ve been great. How about you? Did your husband love your newest purchase?” she smirked.
“He did.” I blushed.
“Excellent. I got a few new pieces this week. You’ll have to come take a look.”
“I might do that. Where did they send your husband for work this time?”
She took a sip of her wine and waved her hand dismissively.
“I think he said Seattle. I guess there’s some kind of tech seminar.”
Billy was an IT guy for the company, and in order to keep up to date with the newest technology, he often went to all the available tech seminars.
From what Ben had told me, Billy was one of the best IT guys the company had ever seen.
He was working on a new program that could anticipate shifts in the market hours sooner by searching for relevant posts on the internet all over the world.
“Do you ever go with him?”
“I did when we first got married,” she shrugged. “But Billy only likes to stay long enough for the seminars and then comes right home, so it was never worth it.”
“Ben has been working late the last few nights, a new client, and I can’t stand eating dinner alone.
I don’t know how I’d handle sleeping alone.
I’m glad that he only travels a few times a year and we always turn the work trips into brief vacations.
” The last time had been to New York City, and we stayed the entire weekend so we could do some sightseeing and spend lots of time in the giant tub in our room.
“It was strange at first, but as the years go by, I enjoy the times I get the enormous bed all to myself.” Cassie grinned, “On those nights, I go to bed wearing my ugly masks, my fluffy socks, and make sure my batteries are fully charged.”
We both laughed at that.
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I woke up to the sound of my husband cursing quietly when he bumped into the dresser.
“Ben? What time is it?” I mumbled and sat up slowly.
“It’s late.” He slurred, “Did you move the dresser?”
“What?” I giggled.
“The dresser… It’s been fucking moved.”
“Are you drunk?” I scowled.
Plastered with a client?
I checked the time.
“Ben! It’s two o’clock in the morning!”
“Go back to sleep.” He stripped off his jacket and pants, left them in a pile on the floor, and stumbled into the bathroom. The shower kicked on a few seconds later, and I stared at the closed door with confusion.
His phone started ringing in his pocket, so I climbed out of bed to silence it.
Incoming Call: Peter-Work.
Why is his boss calling him from work at 2 a.m.?
“Hello?” I answered quietly.
“Oh, um, is Mr. Landon there?” a woman asked.
“Who is this?” I narrowed my eyes at the bathroom door.
“This is Ms. Reed. I’m just calling to make sure that Mr. Landon made it home safely. The clients kept everyone very late tonight, and Benji-Benjamin had quite a few drinks.” She giggled.
“I’m aware. This is his wife. He’s home, thank you for checking. I will make sure to let Peter know how dedicated you are to your job.” I said slowly. Something in her tone had me on edge.
“No need, just doing my job.” She blurted. “I should get going.”
“Goodnight, Ms. Reed.” I replied.
“Goodnight, Melanie.”
“Mrs. Landon…” I corrected. I didn’t know her, and it was rude of her to assume she could call me by my first name.
“Of course.”
The water shut off just as I ended the call, and I dropped his phone back on top of his discarded pants. It was only a few moments later that Ben stumbled back into the bedroom, naked and still glistening with water.
“Ben, why is Peter’s secretary calling you at 2 a.m.?”
“What?” He spun around and looked at me.
“Peter’s secretary… just called you from the office.”
“That’s… she probably just wanted to make sure I got home.” He opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of boxers.
“She said that the clients kept you… Since when do you get drunk with clients?” I climbed back under the blankets and watched him. The muscles in his back tensed, and he didn’t answer right away.
“Melanie, can we talk in the morning?” He finally asked and turned to look at me. Ben looked exhausted as he bent down and grabbed his phone on his way to bed.
“I… I’m upset.” I admitted. This was entirely unfamiliar territory for me. Ben had never come home drunk like this before.
“I’m sorry.” He groaned and plugged his phone in before flopping down on the bed.
“I don’t need an apology; I just want to understand…”
“Tomorrow.” He snapped, and his phone vibrated on the table. He glanced at the screen and scoffed before swiping the notification away. “I can’t handle this conversation right now.” He rolled away from me.
“Okay…” I whispered, stunned by his attitude.
We both lay in silence for a few moments before he groaned again and rolled to face me.
“I’m sorry, baby.” He whispered and pulled me closer. “I love you.”
I didn’t reply. He must’ve decided I'd fallen asleep because after a few seconds, his breathing evened out, and he was out cold.