Page 67 of Broken By Love


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I take him almost to his base and can feel his release hit the back of my throat. He gently bucks, and I feel several more spurts. When he finishes, he slumps against the wall, stroking my wet hair from my face as I clean him with my tongue.

“You’re incredible; you know that?”

I smile, but I can feel my face start to blush. Two years of having sex with this man and it still embarrasses me when he gives me compliments about my prowess in bed.

I rise to my feet, and he reaches over for a washcloth so he can wash my body. What I just did has made me hot and bothered. I want him inside me, but I know it’s too soon. I hope that he will use his tongue when we get to the bedroom.

After we shower, he wipes me dry and blow-dries my hair. I love when he pampers me. When we’re done, he takes me by the hand and leads me to our bed, then goes into the closet. He comes out wearing a t-shirt and boxers. I’m a little disappointed because I thought we were going to have more sex.

“Lexi, what’s the matter?”

“Nothing. I’m just tired.”

“I know that face. What’s wrong.”

Should I tell him or wait until he goes to sleep and masturbate? I decide to tell him.

“I missed you, and I thought we were going to make love.”

“We did make love. Do you want more?”

“I do, but if you’re tired.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

“Then, yes, I want to make love.”

“Seriously, I’m not sure I have anything left. I didn’t sleep well last night. The hotel we were staying in was full of kids on a trip, and they made noise a good part of the night.”

I’m not in the mood to argue, but again, this is peculiar behavior for Noah. He could go all night even with two hours of sleep. Now that he’s home, I want to ask him about what he had to tell me. He promised he would. It’s late and I decide to comply.

“Can I expect you’ll make it up to me tomorrow night?”

“You know, I will.”

He pecks me on the cheek and climbs into bed next to me. Within minutes, he’s softly snoring next to me. I realize that I’m still sitting on the bed naked. The hell with it, I think. I slip under the sheets that way, but sleep doesn’t come as readily as it did with Noah. I toss and turn for a while. A few things are bothering me relating to the closest men in my life, Noah and JC.

I’m horny, and it might be the only thing that’s going to help me to fall asleep. What I do next is horrible and something I haven’t done for years; I fantasize about JC as I masturbate. I think about the feel of his tongue on my clit. That does it, and within two minutes, I come, silently mouthing his name. After I finish, I feel guilt bubble up in me. I did this with my fiancé sleeping right next to me.

Chapter 14

The next morning, I wake before the alarm. I have a headache, and Noah is still sleeping. He’s on the other side of the bed. Usually he’s right on top of me with his body curled around mine. I might be overreacting, but I’m hurt. He was away from me for a few days and I would think that he would be more affectionate.

I reach out and poke him. He stirs, grumbles, then starts to snore. Screw it then. I get up and quickly shower. By the time he wakes, I’m dressed for work and sitting at the breakfast bar finishing the last of the strawberries.

“Hey babe, why didn’t you wake me?”

“I tried, but you just grumbled and went back to sleep.”

“I’m sorry about last night. If you have some time this morning…”

I’m more than satisfied; thank you very much.

“I need to get to the office. Raincheck until tonight?”

His blue eyes darken, and he comes over to me to kiss my neck and suck on my earlobe. I know what he’s trying to do, but I’m not in the mood for a quickie.

“Enough, Noah,” I say in a stern tone.

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