23. ABRAHAM
AbrAHAM
ITASTED HER FEAR. Her lust. Rage. Guilt. Neediness—everything she felt, flavored the air and I breathed that shit in like a lethal dose. She thought I had walls up, but she was the master of defense as she pretended to be something she wasn’t.
Her pussy hot against my length, she’d be soaking if I undressed her right now, but I wasn’t interested in fucking some cold, seductive strawman.
Nineah’s throat moved under my palm as she swallowed, a reminder that life still ran through her veins and I hadn’t been too late getting to her. “If you’re careful,” she said, projecting an innocence that was faker than half my teeth. “Apparently, I’m unprotected.”
Fine.
She wanted to play. We could play.
Lifting her, I easily flipped her head down, ass up, mindful of the bruising on her left side. Supporting her back with one arm, I used the other to yank her skin-tight leggings down and off, and tossed them onto her bed.
“Oh my God! What’re you doing?” Nineah shrieked.
Ignoring her, I came face to face with her pussy like it was an old friend and inhaled.
Fat, puffy, forever swallowing her panties, it was the perfect place for someone my size.
She’d always hated when I’d teased her about it being the chubbiest part of her slender frame, but once upon a time, she’d also let me take as many photos of it as I wanted.
Leaning in, I kissed the middle of her silk panties.
Forcing myself about six mental steps back, I resisted the impulse to flip her back over and fuck her.
“What you asked for,” I answered, finally.
Inhaling her, I licked the crease of her thigh, then hooked the string band with my finger, yanking her thong aside so I could see her.
She was smooth, perfectly wet, clit swollen and juicy, and one look peeled back several layers of regret. Losing my damn mind, I didn’t bother teasing or warning her. I held her open, found that sweet button she never touched without my permission, and sucked her into my mouth.
“Ohmyfuck,” she gasped.
“You want to know what kind of man you have?” I said, drawing my tongue over her clit.
I teased her open with my middle finger and stroked her spot.
Seconds later, I added my ring finger, savoring her grip as my dick jumped.
“I pick out your panties, I decide if I want you to show up to work smelling like your perfume or me. In the world, you are one of the most intelligent, competent women alive. In my hands, you know nothing but this. And it’s not for any other reason than this is exactly what you asked for. ”
Sucking her, biting her just hard enough to know if my woman was still in there, I burned her scream onto my internal hard drive as I pressed my thumb into her asshole.
Legs shaking, pussy dripping, Nineah’s orgasm hit hard and she seized.
I supported her core with one hand, lapping at her like I hadn’t eaten in days.
Tightening around my tongue like she used to tighten around a dick, she whined so brokenly I wanted to force her ankles by her ears and bury my shit so deep, I could feel her heartbeat.
Almost instantly, her abdominal muscles untensed and I kissed the puffy lips of her pussy once before turning her back right side up.
Her chest heaving, only wheezing slightly, a woman who’d come to me for distraction blinked at me expectantly. Momentarily lost in the sight of her, I must’ve stared for a while because she rose up onto her knees, her small, perfect breasts nearly jiggling over the top of her bra.
“Sorry,” she whispered, wetting that luscious mouth with her tongue. “I can do you, now.”
My dick hardening at just the suggestion of her mouth on it, I would’ve smiled if it didn’t hurt.
“Can you?” Even in my lap, fucked up hair, cum-drunk off of one orgasm, she still looked like an angel.
She dropped her gaze. Frowning, I took her chin and gently forced her eyes back on me. “That’s not how this works.”
Releasing her, I fixed her bra.
“How what works?”
It was irritating how much I loved this woman.
The whole world could be crumbling to shit, but she’d never stop wanting to know every damn thing.
Holding onto her so she didn’t slide off my lap—careful to keep her bare pussy away from my dick—I answered her question.
“Keeping score. I don’t eat you for repayment.
I do it for the sound you make when you squeeze around my tongue.
” Her bottom lip fell open and I wanted to shove two fingers inside there while I fucked her.
“I know. An interesting concept, liking your wife.”
“So, we’re happy then?”
Dormant guilt picked at the scabbed-over memories I couldn’t erase with any number of drinks, nor outrun no matter how long or far I pushed myself.
Eventually, I’d have to tell Nineah the truth.
That we hadn’t been anything more or less than exhausted and estranged for two years.
That it was neither of our faults. That while some people ran into shitty luck, it hit others head on and sometimes the fallout was irreparable.
Selfishly though, I couldn’t walk myself away any more than I could make myself lie. “This was never one of our problems.”
“So we had problems?”
“All couples have problems.”
“I’m not asking about all couples,” she pressed.
Jesus.
Tracing my thumb around her navel, I stalled as long as possible, soaking in her warmth before answering.
“A little under two years back, you started to withdraw. You’d taken on a lot at work, so I assumed it was just stress, but then you just…
stopped. Eating, shopping, sewing, working—all of your interests seemed to disappear overnight.
Including me. You took a long leave from work, then eventually chose to resign.
It was at that point, I realized we were in more trouble than I originally thought. ”
She processed this. “At the hospital, you seemed tired in like, a resigned-to-it kind of way.” Her eyes lowered. “I’m sorry I said you’d blow your brains out if you were me, that was fucked up.”
“Nineah, if we held everything we said against each other, we probably wouldn’t have gotten married. And despite what you might believe, your lack of filter is what I like most about you.”
Her mouth tilted in a small smile. “Most?”
“Tied for first with your mouth.”
“Pretty sure you’re not supposed to say that out loud.”
“I’ll take that under consideration, Miss I-want-to-sit-on-it.”
Her laugh aimed and fired at full velocity and hit at center mass.
It was such an unexpected reaction, it took me several seconds to realize I couldn’t remember the last time I’d heard it.
Full and genuine, and rare because I wasn’t the funny one, she was.
Pulling her by her nape, I dragged her close and giving into the worst of my natures, I didn’t pause, hesitate, or check myself. I stole my wife’s mouth.
I wasn’t going to hell.
I was already there.