“Let me. Please.” His cock juts out and bobs between us, standing straight up and rubbing against his abs. “I’ve missed your cock. It’s so smooth and hard and…” I stare at the precum pooling at the tip as I rub my pussy up and down the shaft, my lips stretched around him. “Big.”
“Jesus Christ, you’re going to make me come all over myself.” I bite his bottom lip before sliding my tongue along the seam of his mouth. “Baby, I’m going to come and I don’t want to ruin your couch.”
“Fuck the couch,” I cry out as his thrusts against me get faster and more aggressive. “Mark me.”
“Shit.”
“You used to love doing that. Coming on me, seeing your seed painting my skin.” He pushes me down onto the couch as he begins to jack his cock over my stomach. His eyes are blazing as he hovers over me. “Can’t you just fuck me?”
“Not yet.” He leans down pressing his lips to mine.
“Why?” I breathe out. I’m completely naked and his cock is out while his briefs are around his knees. It would be so easy for him to impale me.
His hand reaches up and grabs my jaw gently, rubbing his thumb back and forth over my lips. “Once I have a taste, once we cross that line again, that’s it. We are calling off our divorce. Once I stick my dick inside of you, it’s as good as my ring back on your finger. Is that what you want?”
I sit up on my elbows, the reality of his words serving as a reality check.
“Baby, you don’t have to decide right now, while you’re high on this but it’s why I don’t want us to go further.” His thumb pushes gently inside my mouth pressing the pad of his thumb over my teeth and I bite down gently before I close my mouth around his finger, sucking him slowly, letting my tongue trace his finger.
He licks his lips letting an inaudible fuck fall from them and then I feel him moving, coming closer to me. His finger moves from my mouth and it’s replaced with his tongue. It all happens so fast that it takes a moment to register that his lips are on mine again.
“I love you so much, Olivia. Forever and ever.”
We’d managed to make it off the couch and are now lying in my bed. I’ve put on one of his old t-shirts and he’s put on sweatpants so we aren’t so tempted, though it hasn’t stopped us from dry humping like teenagers again. My head rests on his chest as his hand rubs the back of my head protectively, running his fingers through the strands and playing with my ear every few minutes.
“Are you open to it?”
My head perks up, and I look at him. “Open to what?”
“Trying again?” I freeze, letting his question sink in before I sit up, pulling my hair to one side and straightening my t-shirt as my eyes dart around the room. I move my legs underneath me and tuck a hair behind my ear. “Stop fidgeting, it’s okay.” He runs his hand up my arm and cups my face. “Come lay back down.”
“I just don’t know how I’ll handle you getting your memory back.” I put my hand up. “And that’s selfish and I’m sorry—to be concerned about how I’ll feel. Of course, I want you to get your memory back…I just don’t know what that means for us. Will you still feel the same? Will I?”
He sits up on his elbows. “Nothing will change, Livi.”
“You say that now because you can’t fathom what we’ve been through. You’ve gotten hurt in this marriage too. Despite how you chose to cope with it, we fought and argued and…”
“Did I ever say I wanted out?”
“What?”
“Did I ever tell you I wanted out of our marriage? That what we were dealing with was too much for me and I wanted to move on?”
I don’t even have to think about it. I know he’s never said it.
“Olivia, baby you have to talk to me.” His arms circle around me as he presses a kiss to my temple. I’m going on my second day of sitting on this couch wallowing in my own misery and more fried chicken than could be healthy. “And stop eating this trash. I’ll cook you anything you want. Or we can go out. Do you want to go out tonight? Just you and me?” His voice is soft, like how a parent would talk to a child. Loving. Sweet. Compassionate.
I shake my head and bring my knees up to my chest. “Please, just go.”
“Olivia.”
“Bennett, please.”
“You only call me Bennett when you’re mad at me.” He frowns. “Did I do something?”
“No! You’re doing all the right things, and I’m the one that is screwing everything up! Why are you even with me, huh? Go find someone else that can make you happy.”
I don’t even have to look at his face to see he’s angry and then his hand grips my face. “Now you listen to me, Olivia Warren Clarke, do not EVER, and I do mean ever suggest that you and I aren’t going to get through this. That you and me aren’t forever. Only you can make me happy. You are the love of my life and I’m secure enough in our relationship to know I’m the love of yours, so don’t suggest some stupid shit like that again. I’ll only go so far with you down this self-deprecating road. Don’t do it again.” He growls as he lets go of my face. He lets out a sigh when he sees the tears in my eyes, though they’re happy tears. Not sad ones. “I’m sorry I was harsh, I just love you so much and I want to make it better.”