Marriage For One

“Let me know if it gets worse,” I whispered against her lips, and she nodded quickly. “Relax.” My voice was even lower this time, and her hand tightened on my shoulder, fingers digging into my shirt.

There was only a breath separating us, and her breathing was already too loud. I kissed the edge of her lips first. They parted and the tip of her tongue swiped the bottom one. I released a breath. I was in so much trouble.

Impatient, I took her upper lip between mine and slid my tongue in, gently licking and sucking, getting reacquainted with her mouth. She took a step forward and fell into my chest. I fisted her t-shirt in my fingers and sat up straighter, my dick already straining in my pants as I pushed my chest against her. There was no doubt she could feel it.

Her mouth opened wider with a wild moan, and I tilted my head to the right as she went for the left, the kiss becoming something more in just a quick second. I brought my hand up to her neck, feeling her skin against mine, her pulse wild just under my fingertips. I pushed in and took as much as I could from her, thirsty for more, for everything I could take from her. I wanted her to drown in me like she’d never drowned in someone else before. If I had thought it was the right time, I would’ve planted her ass right on my desk and fucked her until she couldn’t take it anymore.

Her hand slid from my shoulder around my neck, and her fingers grabbed hold of my hair, her other hand gripping my bicep. I didn’t think she realized what she was doing or the fact that she was moaning and melting into me, pressing and pulling at the same time as I took her mouth ruthlessly. I’d been so hungry for her touch and taste.

The more I demanded she give me, the quicker she responded with more. Maybe this marriage thing hadn’t been the worst idea I’d ever had. Maybe things would work out just fine.

We were both reaching the point where we’d need to take a breath, but I wasn’t sure I could let go. She abruptly pulled back, deciding for me as she let my hair go and rested both her palms against my chest. We were still standing close enough to breathe in each other’s air, our heads tucked in together, still close enough for me to go for her lips and pull her back into the kiss so she wouldn’t have time to think about it.

“Yeah.” She cleared her throat. “That was better, I think,” she croaked, her chest rising and falling rapidly as her breasts and hardened nipples rubbed against me with each and every breath. I was seconds away from lifting her up onto my desk and taking her little fake experiment further.

“You want to try again?” I asked, my own voice just as rough as hers had sounded. I used my thumb to caress her jawline.

“Uhh…” She swallowed and unfortunately remembered that she was touching me. She took a healthy step back, causing me to reluctantly let go of the back of her t-shirt. “I think we’ve got it down now. We should be fine, I think. I’m guessing, I mean.”

I shoved my hands back into my pockets so I wouldn’t grab her and pull her back against me, starting something we would have even more trouble stopping. I noticed her eyes drop down to my waist, where she could clearly see my outline, and then she was backing away. I had to lock my body to stop myself from tracing her steps and asking for another go.

She cleared her throat. “I have to wake up early tomorrow, so I’m going to try to get some more sleep. You staying up late?”

I forced my body to relax and straightened, walking behind my desk. I sat down. It was the only way I could stop myself from going after her. I opened my laptop.

“I’ll come up as soon as I’m done here.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”

I looked up from the screen and into her glazed eyes. Yes, she’d see me the next day, and hopefully every day after that. I was going to make sure we finished what we’d started soon enough. I was going to do everything in my power to make sure she wouldn’t want to let go of me. The guilt I had for deceiving her was still there, but I would tell her everything when the time was right, no more holding back. I’d be anything and everything she would want and need me to be.

“Yes, Rose,” I replied softly. “We’ll see each other tomorrow.”

She nodded and, while still trying to back away without breaking eye contact, bumped into the floor lamp next to the door. When she winced, I stood up.