Dark

by Aleatha Romig

  “I expected you to be asleep,” Reid said. His tone was a mix of emotions. Fatigue combined with a whirlwind of others swirled in his gaze.

  A wave of relief flowed through me at the sight of my husband.

  “I’m about to go to bed,” I replied. Holding up the bottle, I added, “I decided to give these a try and see if I can sleep for longer than a few hours.”

  With each step toward me, lust overruled Reid’s exhaustion. “Seeing you here all sexy and naked...I have another suggestion to help you sleep.”

  Reid’s voice deepened with each step. Once his massive frame was before my nude one, he reached for a tendril of my hair and twisted it around his finger. For a moment, my breath caught, and as quickly, the uncertainty the flash had caused moments ago was lost.

  This hand twisting my hair was not the same one as in the flash. Reid’s was large but clean. His skin wasn’t covered in grime, and the color was different than the one with dirty nails.

  I reached for the hand of the man I loved and looked up into his eyes. The heat from his gaze scanned over me from my head to my toes; the longer it lingered, the more it twisted my core.

  My breathing deepened as hardness returned to my nipples. “Please, Reid, take me.” It was one thing to hold his hand in mine, but I needed more. I needed to focus on reality and push away the uneasiness that lurked in the shadows.

  “I...Dr. Dixon—”

  Lifting myself to my tiptoes, I covered his lips with mine, stealing his words. Like a statue of granite, his hard body remained still as I surrounded his neck with my arms and pressed my naked breasts against him. Reid’s hands went to my hair as moans came from our throats and our kiss deepened.

  No longer did my scalp send waves of pain at his touch. Instead, our closeness sent sparks igniting my nervous system and tingling each synapse. Small detonations, one after another, exploded until moisture flooded my core. I pulled him closer, pushed me closer, made us closer, until my entire body melded against his.

  The need within me surpassed physical desire. It was primal. Such as a wild animal in heat, I needed Reid inside me to survive. More than that, I wanted him to eclipse the revelations of the day and of what was to come. No longer did I think about Dr. Dixon’s report or a flash I didn’t understand.

  As my empty core clenched with unmet need, my only thought was Reid.

  “Fuck, Lorna,” my husband growled as he seized my shoulders, pushing me to arm’s length.

  His handsome face was all I could see. The bathroom was gone. The flashes were gone. It was only the man I knew and loved. Though my request was that of a desperate woman, my voice was strong. “Show me I’m not damaged. Show me I’m someone.”

  In one swoop, Reid released my shoulders and pulled the hem of his shirt over his head. The aroma of deodorant and cologne mixed with the eucalyptus. His toned massive chest filled my vision. Before I could speak, he lifted me to the vanity and spread my legs. Tugging me forward, he brought my ass to the edge and sank to his knees. “Hold on, sweetheart.”

  “Oh God.” It was a prayer or a decree of worship, I wasn’t sure which, as my fingers gripped the edge of the granite, and his warm breath skirted over my wanton core.

  Reid’s secure grip held me in place, keeping me from falling. Without hesitation, his tongue delved between my folds. The day’s beard growth abraded my sensitive skin. I gasped as a shiver ran through me, prickling my flesh and curling my toes.

  “I love the way you taste.”

  I did my best to stay upon the edge of the counter, yet as he continued to ravish my core and the lamp from above shone over us, my skin covered with perspiration, making us slick as I panted for breath. Kisses and nips came to my thighs as he spread my legs incredibly wider until I was fully bared to him. My eyes went to his short dark hair and the bobbing of his head. Noises I created and some he produced echoed off the colorful tile as he lapped and licked. It was as his tongue swirled my clit and he teased with his teeth that I knew my orgasm was near.

  Instead of allowing me to fall into bliss, Reid stood, lifted me from the vanity, placed my feet on the floor, and spun me around. I was beyond comprehending his movements as he brushed my toiletries away from the counter, some falling to the floor while others found their way into a sink. Like putty in the artist’s hands, Reid molded me to his desired position, pressing my lower back over the counter, flattening my breasts, tugging my backside to him, and moving my legs apart.

  “Don’t move.”

  From my vantage, if I lifted my head slightly, I could see the man I loved and the man who loved me, in the reflection. There wasn’t time to be uncertain or uneasy. I was his, and despite my obvious submission to his desires, he was mine. Anticipation and trust as well as his command kept me in place, awaiting his next move.

  Reid’s eyes no longer swirled with turmoil as they had for the last few days, but in the reflection, they shone with love, lust, and desire. His broad chest glistened as his mahogany skin covered in dew from my shower and perspiration from the heat coming from above. It was the sound of his zipper cutting through the din of our breathing that electrified my flesh and flooded my core with new desire.

  “You asked me to take you.”

  My breathing accelerated seeing in the reflection that his hard cock was now in his hand. I bit my lip, watching the way his arm moved as he pleased himself.

  “You made me hard, your sexy body, your pleas...” He trailed the tip of a large finger down my spine. “So hard I fucking ache.” His finger trailed lower. “Is that what you want, for me to ache?”

  My head shook. I didn’t want that.

  “You want me to fuck you?”

  “Please.”

  His finger moved lower until it was close to my need. “Is that still what you want, my dick buried inside you?”

  My stepping fidgeted, hoping for his touch to go lower still to meet my goal.

  His large hand came to the small of my back. “No moving. No one satisfies that tight cunt but me.”

  I exhaled an exasperated breath. “Reid.”

  Without his realizing it, he’d done as I asked, focusing my attention and my need on only him. In the reflection his arm moved. My lip went between my teeth, as desire and jealousy raced through me. He was pleasuring himself in a way I wanted to only come from me.

  “Sweetheart, I can last all night. Answer my question. Do you want me to take you?”

  “Yes. I need you inside me.”

  Lorna

  There was strength in voicing my requests and power in making my wishes known. I was a woman with desires; claiming my sexuality and needs was empowering. It wasn’t one-sided. Reid also had needs and wants. We’d never shied away from being honest with one another.

  Reid’s finger roamed lower, each movement sending shivers over my flesh and electric shocks to my core. I struggled with staying still as his touch moved between the cheeks of my backside, inciting trembles of anticipation.

  It seemed like forever as he taunted and teased.

  “Oh God.”

  I cried out as his fingers finally plunged deep inside my core. My walls pulsated, no longer empty, as he tantalized and tormented. It was perfect and yet I wanted more.

  “Here?” he asked, his fingers curling.

  “Yes.”

  “You want my dick here?” He continued his taunting.

  My answer came in between gasps. “Yes.”

  With one large hand upon my lower back holding me against the counter, another finger pressed beyond the tight ring of muscles. “Here?”

  I gasped as the intrusion caused me to rise up on my toes.

  He dipped another finger again in my essence before adding it to his claim.

  My eyes closed as I took in the fullness of his fingers, knowing his cock would be so much more. A third finger entered as he worked to loosen the muscles’ fight. “Here? Answer me.”

  Words were out of reach as I savored his invasion.

  Reid’s
chest came over my back, his breath at my ear. “I want all of your thoughts on me, Lorna. Only me.”

  “Yes.”

  “My cock wants inside this tight ass.”

  I nodded as much as possible.

  “Answer me.”

  “Yes.” I wasn’t an anal virgin curious of my first experience. I was a wife, a partner, a soul mate who trusted her man, her husband, and her lover completely with every part of her. This wasn’t uncharted territory, and I knew without a doubt, Reid was skilled at making it pleasurable for both of us.

  He eased his fingers out.

  Reid’s rock-hard cock pushed against my lower back as his hard body stayed folded over mine. One hand came to my neck, stretching and pulling my face upward. Our eyes met in the reflection. “You’re not damaged, Lorna. You’re perfect in every way. You’re also mine and always will be.”

  “Yes.” It seemed to be the only word in my current vocabulary as I reveled in the protective cocoon he’d made. Wrapped in his body, I was safe and secure, with pleasure on the horizon.

  “Perfect,” he said again as he took a step back. In the mirror I watched as he scanned my backside. “Your pussy is pink and wet.”

  I didn’t know how I should feel about the things he said. Was it supposed to embarrass me? It didn’t. I heard his observations as praise.

  “It’s like it’s begging for my dick.”

  My feet slid on the tile as I contemplated what he was about to do. “Yes,” I moaned as his cock found my center. My back arched as my lips formed an “o.”

  “Best cunt in the world.”

  I sucked in a breath. With my essence easing his plunge, he thrust without hesitation to the depth of my core. My muscles stretched to accommodate his perfect size. Width and length, he moved in and out, penetrating me over and over. My bruised hips banged against the granite as our bodies slapped one against the other.

  Though we were covered in perspiration, my thoughts were consumed with the amazing friction within.

  “You’re someone. The most important someone.” Reid’s words and phrases recounting my worth came and went, floating through the air and in and out of my consciousness. The world was a cloud and we were the only two inhabitants.

  One of his hands found its way to my breasts, tweaking and pinching my hardened nipples until my breasts engorged, making each ministration both erotic and painful. I longed for him to stop while praying he never would.

  “You’re so wet, sweetheart.”

  I knew what he was going to do next; this was his prelude.

  Leaving my nipples unattended, his hand dipped between us. Without missing a thrust his rhythm continued as he smeared our essences over my ass and pushed his thumb in and out of my tight hole.

  “Tell me and I’ll get lube.”

  “Don’t stop. Take me, Reid. I’m all yours.”

  As he pulled out and the large tip of his cock pressed against my back hole, I knew this was what I wanted and needed. I wanted my husband to re-stake his claims, to take away any thoughts that there had been anyone else.

  I held my breath as Reid took what was his and his alone. My body instinctively fought, but there was no resistance that would hold him back. I bit my lip as the pressure built.

  “You’re so fucking tight.”

  Still biting my lip, I held onto the edge of the counter and pushed back until he stilled. With only a small bit of his destination accomplished, our eyes met in the mirror. His were glazed with the sexiest sheen of desire. Though mine were moist, I knew what I wanted. “Don’t ask me, Reid. Take me.”

  A shrill scream escaped my lips as he did exactly as I wanted. Pain and pleasure. My grip tightened to a vise on the edge of the counter. He stilled again. “Sweetheart, it feels too good to stop. Relax. I’ll make it good.”

  I breathed in and out. “I don’t want you to stop.”

  His fingers found my clit, rubbing small gentle circles. It wasn’t enough to bring me to climax. However, it was perfect to gather my attention. My knees began to keep time to the rhythm he created. The more and more he pleasured, the more endorphins flowed through my circulation. With my concentration elsewhere, his cock continued its invasion.

  Each time I hesitated, he stilled. It was a dance, and while he was leading, he was also listening, not only to my words, but to my sounds and the way my body moved. Reid knew me better than anyone in the world. It was why I trusted him to take this part of me and make it good for both of us. “God, Reid, I’m so full.”

  “Just a little more.”

  My wish had been granted. There was no one in my thoughts but him, here and now. I concentrated on his touch, the way he orchestrated my clit and dipped his fingers inside me. As my body was at battle with his incursion, pleasure won the war.

  Starting at my toes, a new and more powerful climax built within me.

  “Fuck, it feels good.” His deep baritone filled with satisfaction was the last ingredient to my complete indulgence.

  “Yes. So good.” And it did.

  Reid craned my neck toward him as his lips seized mine. His tongue tasted like me.

  As he continued to work me, stoking the fire inside me, he filled every one of my senses until I was consumed with the overwhelming sensation of him.

  Reid’s hands went to my hips as he steadied his footing. In and out he thrust, slow and steady. Fire burned while pleasure contained the flames. No longer were there unwanted thoughts or questions swirling in my mind. There was no one or no place other than here. I was incapable of living outside this moment.

  “Touch yourself.”

  My nipples turned to diamonds at his command.

  I didn’t question his meaning as my fingers went to my clit, resuming what he had started. The smoldering coals that had been burning ignited. The extra fuel from my own touch was the accelerant to an out-of-control blaze.

  Volcanoes erupt with less pressure.

  I screamed out my husband’s name as Reid’s rhythm increased. I was above the clouds, dancing with the stars as supernovas continued to explode within me. Their blasts ricocheted throughout my circulation.

  How I remained standing was a mystery.

  It had to be Reid. He wouldn’t allow me to fall, not from outer space.

  Faster and faster he pumped until a deep guttural roar reverberated throughout the bathroom. It might have gone farther. Beyond our apartment, our floor, or out of the building.

  Did pedestrians on the street, ninety-plus stories below, hear the rumbling roar and assume a storm was brewing?

  My body lay prone, my chest to the counter, as Reid again folded his massive body over mine. With his cock still buried deep inside me, his arms wrapped around my waist. “I’m keeping you right here, forever.”

  Though my energy was gone, I smiled and made a sorry attempt to wiggle my ass. “Did you say no moving?”

  “If you keep that shit up, there will be a lot more moving.” Slowly, he eased back, separating our connection, and making what had been one, two. I was left with an emptiness where only seconds before I had been overflowing.

  “Don’t move.” He playfully slapped my backside. “This time I mean it.”

  I wasn’t sure I could physically disobey.

  I didn’t know if it was the orgasm still sparking through my body’s nervous system or the sleeping pill I’d taken. Either way, I obeyed his command without hesitation, closing my eyes as in the distance I heard the sound of running water.

  A warm cloth came to my sensitive flesh as Reid tended to my well-loved and tender core. “I love you, Mrs. Murray.” His deep voice settled around me like a warm blanket. “Never forget you’re mine.”

  My eyes opened to see his handsome face before mine. “I’m pretty sure I’ll remember every time I move tomorrow.”

  “Come here.”

  I forced myself to stand, pushing away from the vanity. The reflection in the mirror still displayed bruises in a variety of colors, yet there was more. My flesh was dott
ed with red where his beard growth had abraded it, and my eyes were glassy with complete satisfaction. I turned around to face my husband.

  I wasn’t sure when he rid himself of his jeans and shoes, but as I scanned my man up and down, taking in his naked perfection, I saw what God intended when he created man. Reid’s toned muscles displayed his recent workout. His arms were defined and his abs rippled. His thighs bulged and his cock stood ready for a second round.

  I longed to run the tips of my fingers over every crest and crevice.

  Yet before my mind and hands could coordinate, I was lifted into the air and cradled in his arms. My cheek fell to his wide chest as he carried me to our bed.

  As he walked, the world passed by in familiar scenes—our bedroom, windows, furniture, and bed. There was nothing that didn’t belong.

  Keeping me cradled, he scattered the throw pillows, mumbling under his breath at their quantity, and pulled back the covers.

  With the gentleness of caring for a newborn baby, he laid me upon the soft sheets. It was an about-face from the way he’d just ravaged me minutes earlier, and at the same time, it wasn’t. I blinked up at my husband. “I’ve never loved anyone like I love you.”

  His brown eyes glistened as his cheeks rose in the bedroom’s dim light. “That’s good because I love you, and don’t get any ideas because, sweetheart, you’re stuck with me.”

  When he stepped out of my vision, a cold chill returned. I felt their presence. The thoughts, images, and memories were back, hiding in the shadows, ready to strike and obliterate my bliss.

  Pulling the blankets to my bare chest, I blinked away a man with black hair.

  Another blink, and a sickening scent of staleness filtered in and out of reality.

  My hands came to my ears as the old woman’s crackle rang within.

  “No.” I didn’t know if I spoke aloud. “Stop.”

  “Lorna.”

  I opened my eyes as Reid’s large hands framed my cheeks.

  “Me. Think of me,” he commanded, his tone steady in the sea of my dark thoughts.

  My chest ached. “I’m trying.”

  “I’m here, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere.”