“Stop, Brittany.”
After flicking on the bedside lamp to better glare at Brittany, he laid back again, glowering at the ceiling in the apartment. It had been a long few weeks with his mother hovering through Christmas and New Year’s Day and his wife refusing to accept his withdrawal from her.
All the demons he’d fought and conquered to marry Brittany had caught up to him the day he’d been shot. He’d almost widowed her and left their unborn child fatherless. They argued all the time, with her insisting he should never have gone to find Destiny. He resented the statement and pointed out it was his job to save lives.
He didn’t know what to do, on emotional overload. Brittany once told him she hadn’t known what to do with her emotions whenever she’d felt them after her attack. Trey identified with her now. His manner of dealing with life’s problems was having sex with a woman who meant little or nothing to him. Even that option had been taken away from him.
He didn’t feel any inclination to sleep with another woman, his desire for his wife as great as ever. Besides, he’d never betray Brittany in such a humiliating way. Still he resisted making love to her, resisted the relief she offered to give him with her mouth.
A full six weeks had passed since the shooting. His ribs were all but healed and he’d returned to work a few days ago.
Now she was trailing sweet little kisses along his jawline, ignoring his renewed demand she stop.
Her hand traveled to his throbbing cock. It was the middle of the night and a gentle rain pattered outside. She circled the juices seeping from his slit around his aching dick head, taking full advantage of his nudity.
Her rounded belly pressed against his thigh and the baby kicked. It moved a lot at night. On his days off, he pressed his hand against her womb while she slept.
Brittany tongued his length and he trembled. She licked his sac, thumbing his slit. His hands went to her hair. Aided by her prenatal vitamins, it had grown out, ending just beneath her earlobes. She took him in her mouth and he growled.
He wouldn’t last long, as deprived as he was. His balls tightened, cum bubbling up his dick and shooting against the silky heat of her tongue. Falling back onto the pillows, she stretched her legs open and massaged her wet folds.
“Please, Trey,” she managed, grinding her hips against her fingers.
Still recovering from his orgasm, Trey wanted to ignore his need to taste her when he smelled her desire.
“Ah, fuck!”
Rising on one elbow, he slanted his mouth over hers, replacing her fingers with his, inserting two into her hot body, stretching her, opening her, fucking her with his fingers. His thumb pressed against her clit and she screamed, her tight little bud hard and needy.
Frustrated at his inability to resist his wife, he drew an engorged nipple into his mouth, continuing his rhythmic, in-and-out motion with his fingers. He circled her aureole, increased the pressure on her clit.
“Come on, Brittany,” he ordered. “Come on.”
She canted her hips up and Trey knew what she wanted. His mouth on her and his cock inside her.
“Please, please, please,” she cried, arching her back, her pussy lips gripping his fingers, her juices dripping over them and coating her thighs.
He slipped his fingers out of her. Her chest rose and fell in heavy pants. Her belly rippled. And her pretty little pussy was swollen and pink and inviting. He grunted then latched on to her leg, dragging her to the edge as he dropped to the floor and nosed her wet flesh. He tongued her with feverish intent, sniffing, licking, lapping her in a pattern designed to drive her insane.
As fucking insane as she drove him. Moving his head from side-to-side, he wiggled the tip of his tongue, quick, relentless. Ruthless.
She shuddered and he removed his tongue, denying her relief. She brought her fingers to her wet clit but Trey pushed them away.
“No. You want my cock in you then I’ll give it to you.” Lifting her up, he settled her on her knees in the middle of the bed. He buried himself to the hilt in her simmering depths. “Jesus!” he snarled, thrusting into her. “You’re so fucking hot. You’re like an inferno.”
Threatening to consume him. He gripped her hips and she rotated on the down stroke of his cock.
“This is what you’ve wanted?” he growled. “My cock in you?”
She whimpered, grinding against him again.
“I was almost killed.” He gritted his teeth when her pussy gripped his cock, strong, slick and tight around him. He gasped for air, remembered all he had to live for. Her. Them. Their baby. “I could be killed at any moment.”
“You weren’t,” she breathed, leaning on her elbows and opening wider to him. “You’re alive. Warm. Vital. I love you. So much. I love you.”
He loved her too. But Jesus, he was so afraid. Afraid to let her go and afraid to stay with her. And more than anything the thought of dying with so much to live for sent chills through him.
“Let go, Trey. Come inside of me. Come for me.”
He slipped his hand between her legs and rubbed her tender nubbin, wanting all of her juices on his cock. She came against him, crying out his name, her cream pacifying his cock, aiding its pounding rhythm until Trey gushed into her. He fell forward, careful to keep most of his weight in the tautness of his arms. Kissing the back of her neck, he eased out of her, rocking back on his heels, appreciating the sight she presented.
Her ass high in the air, his cum dripping from her, sliding down her clit and beading in her curls. Each time she drew in a breath and released it, his essence seeped from her.
“What a delicious cream pie.” He kissed her buttocks, spreading her firm cheeks and rimming the tight hole there.
She squealed in outrage and tried to jerk from his probing mouth. Trey wouldn’t allow it, just continued to tongue her.
“You’re…you’re licking me…my…”
He raised his head. “Your ass,” he finished for her.
She used the opportunity to scoot away from him then plopped on her back and sniffed, glaring at him. “There’s no way I’m doing that to you, Treyshaun.”
Laughter rumbling from him, he laid between her legs again. “Don’t worry, baby girl. I allow no one near my ass.”
She giggled. The sound ended on a moan when he took her clit between his teeth and sucked, one finger distributing his cum and her wetness to her ass. He dipped his finger in, testing her body, her limits. She tensed. He lapped her folds then raised his head.
“Relax, baby girl. I’m not into fucking a woman’s ass,” he reassured her. “Licking pussy”—he demonstrated—“yes, especially yours.” He slid his finger deeper.
“W-what are you doing?” she squeaked, trembling against him.
He knew Brittany, had discovered even more about her in the days since their marriage and he knew that tone. She was caught between mortification and curiosity, pain and pleasure.
Keeping the first finger in place, he inserted another into her pussy and worked both of them as he feasted upon her clit. Brittany jerked, every movement vibrating against his tongue, his probing fingers separated by the thin membrane between her pussy walls and her ass.
Her intense shudders grew and her release exploded from her, over Trey’s tongue, against his hand, down her thighs. He allowed her to calm and return to reality. Kissing her mons and then her belly, he laid next to her.
“Happy now, brat?”
She raised her head. “Are you insinuating I’m spoiled?”
“Fuck insinuating. You’re spoiled rotten.”
She snuggled closer to him, turned her nose to his skin. “It’s your fault. You’re the only one who’s ever given me my way.”
“In every damn thing.”
“Except when I refused to marry you,” she reminded him.
Trey contemplated the top of her head. “I should’ve listened to you.”
Not commenting, she got out of bed and squinted at the clock. “It’s almost four o’clock in the morning,” she commented. “Want some warm milk?”
He folded an arm behind his head and sighed. She stood there naked, tempting and enticing.
“I have an appointment at ten with Dr. Norris to find out the sex of the baby.”
Her voice held hope and expectation. She’d put off discovering the sex of their child because of him. He looked at her. She was all swollen nipples, breasts and belly while the rest of her remained slender.
“Don’t do this,” she whispered, shifting her weight. “Don’t shut me out. You didn’t die. What’s more, you’re going to receive a promotion and a commendation. You saved lives. I’ve never shut you out of anything…”
Her voice trailed off and she snapped her mouth shut.
Swift anger rose in Trey. “Haven’t you?” he snarled.
“I-I let you read—”
“That fucking diary is a red herring. I want the real thing.”
“That is the real thing.”
He got to his feet and trapped her against the dresser. “You’re lying. You let me read it because you knew the information I wanted isn’t there.”
“You…you jerk!” she cried.
“What a little innocent you are,” he sneered, determined to push her away. He was always devising schemes to get Brittany the fuck away from him then regretting it afterward. “Is jerk the harshest word you can think of, baby?”
Her eyes grew huge for a fraction of a second. Then they darkened, narrowed and she shoved him back. “No! You stupid motherfucker! Fuck you. Go to fucking hell you asshole.”
Dodging him as he reached for her, she ran out of the bedroom and slammed the door behind her.
“Goddamn it!” Trey shouted, scrubbing a hand over his face. He kicked the chair then howled in pain. He dropped into the chair and hung his head in his hands, ignoring the intoxicating scent of Brittany on his fingers.
One of these days, he would win an argument with that little shrew.