Forget Me Not

I look at the man underneath me, who’s somewhat behaving and gives me a smile. “Well….” I struggle to answer.

“Please, Olivia, two hours tops.”

I purse my lips. “Okay,” I nod. It isn’t that I think Bennett can’t be alone; I know he’ll be fine. But I’m enjoying our time in our bubble and I hate the idea of leaving it. I hate the idea of being away from him.

Oh Jesus, I remember what this was like.

It’s like when we first started dating all over again. For the first few months, Bennett and I were attached at the hip. We rarely spent any time apart, except when we had to. We fell in love hard and fast, soft and slow. Every day it felt different. Every day felt like an adventure. He became my best friend and my other half and being away from him made me feel incomplete. Bennett felt the same which is how I ended up moving in with him after only seven months.

I get off the phone after I let her know when I’ll be making my appearance. “You’re leaving?” he asks before pressing his lips to my shoulder. “Work?”

“Yes,” I tell him. “But I won’t be long.” I bite my lip.

“I understand. I’ll be fine. I’ll survive without you, I think.” He chuckles. “Though I do need a taste to hold me over while you’re gone.” Within seconds, I’m on my back and my legs are wrapped around him.

“I thought you weren’t ready to put your mouth on my cunt?” I give him a cheeky smile and he groans at my sinful words.

He grips my thighs spreading them open and rips my panties completely off. I squeal, both over the fact that he just destroyed a ninety dollar thong and that it grazed my clit when he ripped them from me. “Bennett! Those were expensive, you caveman! You couldn’t just slide them down nicely?”

“Shut the fuck up, Olivia. Now is not the time for your smart mouth.” He growls as he stares down at my bare pussy. He tosses the ruined lace over his shoulder and I swear it’s like he’s not even breathing. He leans down kissing the top of my right thigh followed by my left before moving his lips inward to kiss the skin right above my sex.

I swallow, my mind, body, and heart completely aware of the intensity of this moment. “Fuck, what was I thinking?” And I don’t know if he’s talking to himself or me, but I see a fleeting moment of regret and pain cross his face. I run my hand through his hair and cup his face, making him look up at me.

It’s okay, I mouth.

He shakes his head as if to say no, it’s not. Before he presses a kiss to my palm that’s still cupping his face. He moves my hand from his cheek to the back of my head and shoots me a grin. “You know what to do.”

He drags his nose up my slit, inhaling my scent and my body begins to build. “You smell the same. I know your scent, and it’s the same as it was two years ago,” he whispers, closing his eyes and taking another deep breath.

The air leaves my lungs as he flattens his tongue and slides it through my sex, stopping at my clit to flick the bundle with the tip of his tongue. Oh my God, how did I forget what this felt like? I run my hand through his hair, pulling gently on the strands and he groans against me.

“Let me hear you, baby.” He nibbles on my clit as I let my eyes flutter closed, riding the wave of Bennett’s mouth. I feel his tongue trace me from base to my clit, working his tongue in and out of my pussy every time he passed over my opening. He licks me hard and fast, like he’s desperate for more of my arousal and I feel it pouring out of me, trickling down my crack and marking the sheets underneath me.

“Clarke!” I cry out when he bares his teeth and nibbles gently on my clitoris. “Oh God,” I rub the back of his head, pushing him harder against me and locking my legs around his neck. “Fuck fuck fuck.” I grit my teeth, knowing that Bennett’s tongue can make me say a lot of things when I’m on the edge of my climax and I’m not ready to tell him I love him.

Even if I do.

Even if I have tapped into that part of me that still loves him. I can’t tell him that yet.

A hard pinch to my clit has me crying out and I look down to see him looking up at me, his mouth buried between the lips of my sex. He pulls back slightly. “I can hear you thinking.”

“I…I am not.” I let out a breath, and sit up slightly, putting a pillow behind my back so I can watch Bennett in one of the many ways he used to worship me.

I slide my legs over his shoulder and my feet instantly point on their own, feeling the end nearing. I can see the smile in his eyes, knowing all of my signs when I’m close, and my mouth drops open, but it’s as if I’m frozen. Nothing comes out, I don’t breathe, I barely even think as Bennett’s eyes lock with mine.

“Fuck, eating your pussy still gets me fucking hard as stone.” He says and I note him grinding his pelvis into the mattress.

My eyes water slightly, the tingle in my sex spreading throughout my entire body and a lone tear slides down my face. I don’t make a move to wipe it, my body paralyzed by the feeling he’s inflicting between my legs. He slides two fingers inside my cunt as he continues to lap at my clit and I can feel the metal of his ring inside me. I used to love when he’d fuck me with his ring finger, his metal heating my insides, reminding me that my husband loved me more than anything.

Our eyes stay locked until the very end when I begin to come and my entire body feels like it explodes. My legs snap closed around Bennett’s head as my eyes flutter shut, a bright light flashing behind my eyelids as my orgasm seems to go on forever.

“I, Bennett, take you, Olivia, to be my lawful wedded wife.

…To have and to hold

…For richer or poorer

…In sickness and health