Forget Me Not

“I can tell you what it feels like,” I tell her, my eyes staring at her profile, my heart recognizing the other half of it in the nervous woman next to me.

“Oh?” Her eyes shift towards mine and I can see the question in her eyes.

Who me?

I nod. “It’s what happens when you can see your whole future in someone’s eyes.”

Her lips part and she runs her tongue along her bottom lip. “You…you’ve felt it?”

“Feeling it.”

“Present…tense?” I nod, just before my lips touch hers.

“Fuck. Livi.” I press my hand into her hair as she continues to move up and down on my cock, her lips and tongue wrapped around me so snug, I’m ready to explode down her throat. Her eyes look up at me through her thick full lashes as she pushes my dick to the back of her throat. Her eyes water and the tears start to move down her cheek as she gags slightly on the size of my cock. “Swallow, sweetheart.”

She does on command, swallowing and forcing my cock down further and I swear for a minute my entire body is paralyzed under her mouth. I push harder, cupping her face. “God, you’re fucking beautiful. So fucking beautiful. And mine. You want my cum in your mouth, don’t you?”

She nods as she grips my thighs, pressing her nails into the skin as she continues to suck my cock. Spit trickles down my shaft and kisses the base as she pulls me out of her mouth, gripping the base and running her tongue up my length sinfully and giving me a wink before she circles the head. “Jesus, Livi. I’m going to come, put me back in your mouth.”

“Beg for it,” she says, as she rubs my cock along her mouth, rubbing the precum on her swollen lips like it’s lipstick.

I grab her head and our eyes lock. “I should be telling you to beg for it. You know you want it as bad as I want to give it to you. Don’t deny that you’re my little cum slut.” She whimpers and shuts her eyes as the filthy words I know she loves circle around her. “You’ve been addicted to my cock since the first time you sucked me, haven’t you?” I grip her jaw as I rub my dick against her tongue and she nods. Even though I’m seconds from blowing, I pull it back out.

“You beg me for it.” She swallows slowly and digs her nails more into my thighs, causing my cock to twitch. Pre-cum is forming at the head and it feels like my dick is pulsing faster than my heart is racing. “Tell me how bad you want it.”

“I want it,” she whispers. “Please.”

“What was that?”

“PLEASE!” She screams as she grips my cock, squeezing hard and just before she puts her mouth back on me, I stop her, putting my hand over her mouth and she looks up at me curiously.

“Tell me you love me first.”

I can’t see her mouth but I can see her eyes that tell me she’s smiling behind my hand. I pull it away from her mouth and sure enough, there’s one on her lips. “I love you, Clarke.”

She doesn’t wait for my reply before her lips are wrapped around me again. I put my hands on either side of her head, pumping into her mouth so she kisses the base of my cock each time I thrust. I’m seconds from exploding when I feel a hand on my testicles. “Fuck, Olivia, I’m going to come.” I pull on her hair, tugging it gently as I erupt down her throat. “Fuck fuck fuuuuuuck.” I groan as she continues to worship my cock just as she always has. I don’t know how long I’m coming, but at some point, I soften and twitch in her mouth as she lets me fall from between her lips. I’m on her in an instant, pulling her up my body and pushing her deep into the blankets. My lips are on hers, tasting me on her tongue and it makes m

y dick pulse between us despite having just come. “I should have come in your pussy.” I growl as I bite down on her neck.

“There will be plenty of time for that.” She smiles as she pushes me onto my back and snuggles into my side. “Can we go back to my apartment tonight?”

“Not feeling it here?”

“Well…none of my stuff is here.” She sits up and runs a hand through her hair. “I need to do something about this,” she says pointing at her hair that looks a little bigger than usual.

“You look beautiful and just fucked.” I smirk.

She blinks her eyes at me several times and I chuckle at my wife’s very regimented hair care routine. “You were married to me for seven years, and you don’t have silk pillowcases?” She points at the head of my bed. “And how do you expect me to shower here without shower caps? Hello?” I chuckle at her rant. “I don’t even want to know what kind of hair products you might have in there.” She gets up and makes her way over to my closet.

“I didn’t want to use anything that smelled like you,” I tell her, and I immediately curse myself for saying something that would tell her what I’ve been feeling the last six months. “I mean I guess,” I correct.

She comes out of my closet and I breathe a sigh of relief that maybe she didn’t hear me. I note she’s wearing one of my button ups covering her gorgeous body and I frown. “Not that it doesn’t turn me the fuck on seeing you in my clothes, but why are you getting dressed? I’ll be ready to fuck you again in ten minutes.”

“Because I’m starving and I was going to see what you had…while I waited for you to be ready to go again.” She smirks as she makes her way out of the room. I’m pulling on my briefs just as my doorbell rings. I frown, wondering who it could be as I make my way into the living room behind her. Olivia looks at me and I shrug, just as confused at who would be at my apartment before 9 AM when I haven’t even been staying here. I look into the peephole and my blood runs cold at who my visitor is and look down at Olivia who’s looking up at me in question.

Who is it? she mouths.

I’m sorry, I mouth back and she pushes me slightly out of the way and stands up on her tiptoes to look out of the peephole. She lands back, flat footed and glares at me before looking down at herself. She looks at me, who’s bare chested in only a pair of briefs and I notice her eyes rove over my tattoos, my six pack, and the muscles in my arms. She bites her lip before running her tongue over it. I grip her jaw in response and she looks up at me guiltily having just been caught ogling me. I push her quietly against the door, putting my finger to my lips to warn her to stay quiet. I raise the shirt she’s wearing, and stick my hand between her legs, running my fingers between her folds. She watches in fascination as I dip two fingers inside her collecting her juices that have formed from sucking my cock, rubbing my finger over her clit causing her to whimper. I pull my fingers from her cunt and press them to my lips, running my tongue over them and tasting her arousal. When I remove them from my mouth, I tap her bottom lip and push my fingers in her mouth. She sucks, moving her lips up and down my index finger and middle finger like it were my cock and I wink.