Forget Me Not

I grab his hand, pulling him back towards his bedroom. I feel his hand graze down my back and cup my ass, gripping it gently. “Sit.” I point to the bed. He does as he’s told and I climb into his lap, staring at him straight on as I slide down agonizingly slow onto his length. “Fuck.” I let out a breath when he bottoms out, allowing him to be deeper than usual. My legs are wrapped around his back with his wrapped around mine as he lifts me slowly up and down on his cock.

“So fucking perfect.” He groans as he grips my forearms. “I need this.”

“Me too.”

His hand reaches between us and rubs my clit gently and he chuckles in my ear when I quiver in his arms. “I still can’t get over that you’re bare. I feel like I’m going to come the second I touch your pussy. You’re so smooth, your cunt feels like fucking silk.” He growls before he sinks his teeth into my shoulder. “I know you’re calling the shots, but I think you want me to take over, don’t you?”

I do love when Bennett takes control. He’s dominant and aggressive and sexy as hell and I love how he shaped our sex life from the start. He’d made me crave him physically, mentally, and emotionally, and our lovemaking has been some of the most soul shattering experiences of my life. I nod and he grips my jaw. “Use your words,” he commands.

“Yes.” I breathe out. I don’t call him Sir or Master or Daddy, although we have gone down those roads a time or two before, but I loved how he asserted his dominance without making me completely submissive.

I can feel each ridge of his cock sliding out of me as he pushes me slowly to my back, separating my legs. He drags his tongue from the bottom of my pussy to the top, flicking my clit. I cry out, as the feeling sends a jolt of electricity through me. I look down as he continues his trail, licking the top of my mound and dragging up my body. He swirls his tongue around my belly button before giving me a gentle bite and pulling back.

“You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”

He kneels between my legs, stroking his cock that’s slick and glistening with my arousal. He moves closer to me, sliding his cock through my folds and rubbing against my clit but not penetrating me. He opens me up with one hand, spreading my folds and exposing my sex to him as he continues to rub his cock between my legs. My body begins to build under his assault, as he switches to tapping my clit with his cock.

The throb between my legs is almost too much, and I feel like I can’t breathe. “God, Clarke.”

I look down and see the trail of cum connecting us each time he pulls away and I watch enthralled as he continues to tap my clit faster. I clench every time his dick touches my clit and my toes begin to curl in preparation of what’s to come.

“Are you going to come like this? Is your pretty pussy going to come all over my cock? From it giving your cunt little kisses?” I’ve noticed his movements have gotten more erratic and his chest heaves with every rub against the swollen muscle between my legs. His cock pulses and I see the precum flowing faster from the tip, making me believe that he’s on the precipice of coming as well.

I nod, as my body struggles to take short quick breaths. “I’m there…” I whisper.

As if it were a command, Bennett slides inside of me in one fl

uid motion just as I begin to fall over the edge. He’s still on his knees as he continues to pound into me. Pulling one of my legs over his shoulder he stares down at me with so much intensity it makes my orgasm go on forever. I let my eyes flutter closed as the euphoria takes over. “Fuck, Olivia. You make me feel so fucking good baby. Take everything. All of it,” I vaguely hear him say as I feel myself floating away.

I feel his cock swelling inside of me making the fit even tighter than usual and I know he’s coming hard and fast. As the high of my orgasm wanes and I begin to float back to Earth, I briefly remember that we haven’t been using any type of protection and I’m not on birth control.

I feel his lips a mere inch above mine, breathing against me and when I open my eyes, he’s staring into them. I wrap my arms and legs around him, keeping him still and inside of me. “We haven’t been using condoms…”

“We’re married, why would we?” He freezes and pulls back, cocking his head at me. “Did you not with…”

“Oh!” My eyes widen at his words. “No…Bennett,” I grab his face and bring his lips to mine, ghosting my lips across his and giving him a smile. “You’re the only man I’ve ever…not…” He nods before I finish my sentence but the thoughts make my blood runs cold. Did he use protection with Amanda? “I guess I don’t really know for sure about you…but… I guess I was just thinking it was possible that I could get pregnant.” I bite my lip and he pulls back, sliding out of me and sitting on his knees again.

“Pregnant?” he whispers.

“Yes, you know when two people have sex and then…”

He looks away from me and grits his teeth like something is troubling him. I sit up and touch his arm and he swallows hard. “I wasn’t thinking…I mean…”

“Hey, what is it?” I press my lips to his shoulder and he wraps an arm around me before pressing his lips to my temple.

“This is what caused so many of our problems before and I’m just wondering if you’re ready to go back down this road right away?”

“Well, no…I don’t know.” I tell him, and I’m honestly not sure. I’d suffered through so much loss already, and I don’t want to jump back down this rabbit hole without having the facts about what my body can handle. “But if we’re not, then maybe we should consider using condoms or I can go back on the pill…”

“Maybe we need to go see someone?” He pulls me into his lap and I see the sincerity radiating from him as his gaze locks with mine. “I don’t want to put us through,” he pauses, “whatever we went through. I can’t bear to go through it again. I can’t lose you again.”

I am such a fucking asshole.

It’s been a week and I haven’t told Olivia that I have my memory back. I’ve just been pretending that nothing has changed. That everything is fine. Well, better than fine because Olivia and I have been inseparable in every way possible the last few days. I’ve tried to keep her at arms’ length while I figure out how to tell her the truth, but then in my clearer head, I remembered what my wife was doing in our time apart, and I’ve been feeling possessive ever since.

Fucking David.

I just want some time with her before I tell her the truth. A truth which would lead to having to dig up everything that happened while we were apart. I knew talking about Amanda would hurt her, and it was the last thing I wanted to do. Amanda had truly just been a mistake. A woman I slept with in a weak moment.