Hi, lovely souls! Happy Thursday! I come bringing another freebie. This one is going to be included in a secret project I have up my sleeve… to be released *hopefully* next year.
Let me know what you think?
He watched her as she walked into the front door of their home. The black pencil skirt she wore -along with the uneven white blouse and her hair pulled carelessly back into a messy bun- was a dead giveaway. Ben watched his wife as she smiled at him. He could tell she was frazzled. Could tell that she was flushed.
“Did you have a good day at work, baby?” he questioned, uncrossing his arms from over his broad chest, walking over to her, wrapping his arms around her tiny waist.
She was so small, so tiny.
Sira chuckled, glancing up at him to meet his playful gaze. She wrapped her arms around his neck, before kicking her black heels off. Her arms went around the back of his shoulders, stopping around his neck. She squeezed, hugging him to her.
He smelled good, freshly showered. The scent of Irish Spring and Axe body spray almost making her forget everything.
She pressed her mauve-stained lips to his right cheek. A smile touched her lips, as he held her.
“You were naughty today, Ben. I told you I couldn’t-”
“Ah, c’mon, babe. You loved it. Don’t lie.”
Sira grinned, as he squeezed her waist, her eyes finding his sock-clad feet a good focal point.
“I…” she started but was hushed by the feel of his lips on hers.
“You loved it,” Ben murmured, as he tugged at the bottom of her blouse. He took his time it.
She moaned, her head falling back against his chest, as she stood there. Time froze for a moment, as she enjoyed the feel of his hands all over her body. She was buzzing with need; a need she wanted him- no, needed him- to fulfill.
“Ben.” She called to him, her voice low and husky. Her hands gripped the waist band of his grey sweatpants.
The aroma of fresh broccoli and garlic chicken wafted through the room. Her stomach growled, rumbling lowly. Food would have to wait.
“Yes, baby?” he questioned, kissing along her now exposed collarbone.
Her back arched, as her body shivered with delight. It had been far too long since they were this close; this intimate.
Ever since their three-month marriage anniversary, things had tapered off. The passion between them had died down; they were merely acquaintances who came together once a week for release. Sure, they still loved each other; Ben thought the world of her! Sira knew he was the One.
But knowing something and feeling someone down to the very core of oneself… are two different things.
“I need you…” she gasped, feeling his right hand grip her bun.
“Need me to what, baby?” he growled, spinning her around so her ass was pressed against his throbbing erection and her hands were against the front door. He tilted her chin upwards, sucking on the side of her neck.
She moaned again, her arms gripping the sides of his shirt. “Take it off,” she commanded.
A second later, she felt the heat of his bare chest against her back. The latches holding her bra together snapped, as the black push-up slipped from off her shoulders. She yanked it down, tossing it across the living room somewhere.
“Now, I want you to just relax… Let me take care of you.” His voice was thick with need. Sira eyes the tent in his sweatpants and licked her lips.
“We can worry about me later,” Ben added, winked.
“What are you-”
His lips crashed onto hers, stealing the last few words from Sira’s lips. Her eyes fluttered closed, as her hands pressed against the planes of his chest. His fire-red hair was damp, evidence from his shower, and as she let her hands move up toward his face, Ben took both of her hands in his, lifting them high above her head.
Her back was pressed against the white door. Ben licked his lips, parting her legs with his free hand.
“I’ve been waiting for the longest to taste you. So, that’s what I’m going to do… I’m going to search you all over, baby. Then, I’m going to taste you. Drink you in until you fucking come all over my face. Then, once you’re dripping, I’m going to sink this-”
“Ben…” her voice rose an octave.
He chuckled, as his fingers danced up and down her firm legs. Ben dropped to the floor, his eyes trained on Sira.
“I love you.”
“And I love you, Ben. Now…” she huffed, squirming under his grip and gaze.
He kissed her left leg, as his tongue darted out to trace the outline of her thigh.
“Oooh…” she gasped, her head hitting the door.
“Careful, baby,” he teased, using his right thumb to remove her black, lace thong and open her lower lips in one fluid motion.
He spoke no words. The only sounds that could be heard was Sira’s moans and chants of “right there, baby!” and “so fuckin’ good.”
He took his time, licking, sucking, and nibbling on her pussy the way she loved it. Despite them not having been intimate in what felt like ages, he remembered her preference.
Soon, the feel of her clit dipping back into her lips, spurred him on more. He gripped her thighs tighter, humming against her clit, while sucking on it.
That’s it, baby. Fuckin’ cum all over my face.
Once her body stopped shaking, Sira’s brown eyes met Ben’s ocean blues. She gently pushed him away from her, her body lowering onto the carpeted floor. She crawled on top of him, all thirty-two of her pearly whites showing.
She kissed his lips; her hands touching the back of his neck, rubbing there.
“Now, I get to search you, right?”
“Yeah, baby. You do.” He smiled at Sira, his eyes the shade of sapphire.
“Good. And you were right.”
“Really? About what?” he questioned, already knowing the answer.
“You getting me off while at work… I loved that.”
He kissed her right shoulder, gripping her waist. “Well,” he smiled, “I know you’re going to love getting me off, too.”
Sira winked, before she kissed his chest, right where his heart was.
“Just you wait and see, Mr. Warner.”
“Open up,” Sira said, as Ben chuckled.
“You are not feeding me right now.”
“Why not? You cooked,” Sira countered, as Ben’s mouth wrapped around the forkful of chicken and penne pasta.
He chewed then swallowed, as his right hand wrapped around the glass of red wine sitting on the night table to his right.
“And you gave me one hell of a thank you,” Ben spoke, winking at his woman.
“Glad you liked it,” Sira whispered, blushing.
Ben’s hand touched Sira’s belly, as he took their plates and set them on the night table. He stretched his limbs, as the back of Sira’s head rested on his chest.
“We need to talk, baby,” Ben started, as his lips pressed into a thin line.
“I want to have a son or daughter with you. I know that’s why you’ve been so… why we’ve been so distant. Why we skirt around each other.”
Closing her eyes, Sira focused on the sound of his heartbeat.
Counting backwards from five to one, she opened her eyes, reaching for Ben’s hand. She didn’t say anything; played with his fingers, kissing his knuckles.
“I know you’re scared, baby. But you’re not your mother.”
Sira winced. He had to bring her mother into this. Her mother who died just after giving birth to her.
The mother Sira never knew.
“You’re going to be an amazing mother.”
She leaned up, meeting Ben’s eyes. Sira opened her mouth to speak, then shut it. Exhaling a breath, she blinked.
“You truly think so?”
“I know so,” Ben whispered. He gathered Sira in his arms, her head resting on his chest. He kissed her forehead, as they sat in bed, naked.
She smiled against his chest. “Thank you for believing in me even when I don’t, baby.”
“Of course, my love. Of course, I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Good, because I assure you my father wouldn’t like that,” she grinned, pressing her lips to his cheek.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, baby. My soul knows yours too well.”
“Yeah,” he winked. “I’ve searched yours, and I want you to keep searching mine, because it’s beautiful… just like yours.”
Sira smiled again, before straddling him. She touched Ben’s face, pressing her lips to his forehead.
They sat that way for a while, breathing in sync.
Searching each other’s souls all over again.