by Becca Little
“Yes, mom… I know he will be back…” I had called her because her last message said she was going to fly to New York if I didn’t return her call.
“He’s just trying to provide a future for the two of you, and my future grandchildren. Speaking of which…” My mother never let one conversation go without bringing up the subject of my uterus.
“No, mom. I’m not pregnant. I promise you’ll be the first to know when the stick has a plus sign.” I rolled to the side and snapped my birth control pill out of the packet, washing it down with the last drop of my cola.
“I love you, Julie. Please don’t forget to call me every now and then…” She wasn’t asking for much, and I had been a horrible daughter since we got married.
“I love you too, mom. I won’t forget. Goodbye…” I held my finger over the button to end the call.
“Goodbye darling. Your father says hello.” The line clicked on her end and I was once again left alone in the silence of our bedroom.
As awesome as Stephen was, my father still had not accepted the man who stole his baby girl from him. My mother had only come around when he put the gigantic rock on my finger. Their main concern was the age difference. Stephen had sixteen years on me, which was a lifetime in their eyes. He plucked me from my parents’ garden when I was only eighteen years old, serving as an intern at his firm the summer before college. They were devastated when I decided to drop out during my first year and get married after only being with him for less than a year, but I knew he was my future. I would have been okay with a longer courtship, but he was being relocated to New York which meant I either had to marry him and go with him or endure a long distance relationship until we finally did tie the knot. The latter wasn’t an option in my eyes when he dropped down to one knee and proposed. I was willing to give up everything to be with him. I knew what I wanted and I wasn’t about to let him move across the country without me. I was sure my father would come around once he had a grandchild to spoil, but I wasn’t ready for stretch marks just yet.
I thought I was going to die without him. Every night I tossed and turned in our empty bed after getting to talk with him for a little bit. Things were going great at his management seminar, but things weren’t going great for me at home. I longed for his touch or even the warm spot in the bed that was always there for a while after he left for work in the mornings. I didn’t just count the days; I counted time down to the seconds. Every one of them passed painfully, a representation of every moment of agony I spent without being in his arms. When the final night came, my excitement was nearly bursting through my sternum. My emotional roller coaster shot to the top and just never went down. I ate dinner in silence, drinking a glass of wine, and waiting for the phone to ring. He had mentioned when he called to wish me a Happy Anniversary that morning that he would be late because the group was going out to celebrate the end of the conference, and even suggested I not wait up for his call, but that was like asking me not to come up for air while submerged underwater. It wasn’t an option. I was going to drown if I didn’t hear his voice before I went to sleep. It was almost midnight when the phone rang, and although I had felt a few yawns creeping on, I instantly got a surge of energy when I answered it.
“Stephen?” I asked in a hurried tone.
“Hey baby! I just got back to the hotel. Happy Anniversary!” I could tell from his slurred speech that was drunk.
“Happy Anniversary…again! Did you have fun?” It sounded like he had.
“Yeah, we had a few drinks. I’ve got some great news, but I want to tell you in person. I miss you so much.” He was always very affectionate when he had a couple of drinks in him, which I normally didn’t mind at all.
“I miss you too! I can’t wait to see you tomorrow!” I felt as giddy as a schoolgirl.
“I can’t wait to see you either. I’m going to do things to you that have never been done before. I’m so fucking horny.” He laughed a little and I heard the squeaking of his bed as he fell into it.
“Me too baby. You can do anything to me that you like…” I exhaled seductively.
“Tell me what you want me to do.” He whispered and I heard shuffling of clothes.
“Wait a second, are you masturbating?” I asked as my brow wrinkled.
“Maybe… Just tell me what you want me to do. Tell me what is going to happen when I get home.” His practically moaned his words through the phone.
“Oh no, mister… You’re not getting off that easy. You put that thing away and save every drop for me.” I shook my head even though he couldn’t see it through the phone.
“Come on baby, I have blue balls over here. I need a sample of what I’m going to get when I get home.” He continued to moan.
“You’ll get all of the sampling you need when you walk through the door.” I said with a grin. “Go to sleep, honey. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Seriously?” His tone turned to agitation.
“Seriously. I love you, Stephen.” I said happily, completely ignoring his agitation.
“Ugh, fine. I love you too…” The phone went silent and I placed it on the night stand beside me.
I pulled the covers around me and laughed gently to myself at the thought of him suffering alone in his hotel room. If I wasn’t getting anything, he sure wasn’t going to go solo without me. Masturbation never really did anything for me. I could certainly get off, but it never had the same emotional connection I felt when I was in his arms. A life of phone sex wasn’t really my idea of a sustained relationship. It was part of why I didn’t like the idea of a long distance relationship. I understood that he had needs, but I had them as well. We had waited a whole week to see each other, and he could certainly wait one more day. There was an element of sensuality in the idea of him being turned on and ready to go, but forced to wait a whole day to see me. I would take care of him and make sure it was all worth it, but I wanted to see the look in his eyes when he came. I knew it was a little selfish on my part, but I doubted he would remember it anyway. It sounded like he had consumed more than the few drinks he admitted to. I wondered what his big news was—hopefully it was a big anniversary present. I had begged him to give it to me before he went away, but he refused. That was another reason to make him wait. How could I be a proper wife without a proper anniversary present?
“Honey, I’m home.” He introduced himself as corny as a sitcom, but I was already running to leap into his arms before the key finished turning in the lock.
“Yay!” Thankfully he dropped his briefcase and caught me or I would have bowled him over and sent us both crashing into the hallways had he not.
It was like our wedding night all over again. He twirled me in the air as our lips locked together. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he held me there, kissing me passionately, our tongues dancing in bliss. I could feel the bulge in his pants already becoming as hard as a rock against the fabric. It was begging for freedom, and my pussy was wet for it. Before his arrival, I had slipped on some new lingerie, although accenting my positives wasn’t really necessary considering how long we had been apart. He balanced me on his hips and used one hand to hold me while the other ran up my back and into my long black hair. He clenched it tight and pulled me off of his mouth, attacking my neck with his lips. They were a little rougher than I remembered, likely due to the fact he had to walk to work every day in the cold. I didn’t care about the texture of them, just that they were rapidly teasing every pleasure spot on the right side of my neck. My mouth fell open in gasps as chills ran through my body. I wanted him to devour me, just like he always did. My head fell onto his shoulder as he continued to kiss my neck. When he moved up to my ear, I shuddered and begged for more. A gentle kiss was followed by a nibble, and then he went back to work on my neck.
“I’ve missed you so much…” I whispered excitedly.
“I’ve missed you too.” His voice was a bit of a growl. “I missed you a whole lot last night.”
“I’ll make it worth it.
” I slipped a hand towards his belt.
“You better…” He feigned anger, although I could tell from his vehement kisses that he wasn’t overly happy about it.
I unbuckled his belt and went to work on the button holding me back from my prize as he slipped the lingerie off of my shoulder. He kissed the exposed flesh and then turned me towards the wall. His supporting hand went underneath my thigh and started to caress my pussy through the thin silk as I fumbled with balance, pleasure, and the button. He pressed me to the wall and held me there with his shoulder which gave me more balance to finish the process of unbuttoning his pants. I pushed them down slightly with one hand and brought a foot up to finish the job. Thankfully, my years as a ballerina paid off. He released his grip on my hair and continued to balance me between his kisses and his shoulder as he took my lingerie in both hands. A hundred dollars went down the drain in an instant as he tore it from me like an animal who wanted his meal. It split down the center, exposing my breasts and my midsection. When I saw the fire in his passion, I threw some money of my own away and tore his shirt open without even bothering with the buttons. Technically, they could be replaced, but I didn’t care. I wanted to feel his flesh on mine, and I was rewarded as he slipped both hands underneath my bottom and held me there with one finger continuing to rub the wetness. Amidst tattered clothes, our bodies rocked against each other. I squirmed against the wall as he pushed my panties aside and slipped a finger inside of me.
“It has been a week.” I moaned. “I won’t be able to hold off for very long.”
“I know.” He kissed down to my breast and sucked on it lightly while he pushed his finger deeper.
He bounced me on his finger and each time I slipped down, I felt the tip of his cock touching my clitoris. Knowing I was so close to it and being denied the feeling of it inside me was torture, but I couldn’t focus on anything but the buzz of stimulation he was creating as he moved his finger in and out of my pussy rapidly. Had I not been pressed against the wall, I would have wrapped my hand around his cock, but all I could do was hold onto his shoulders, my nails digging in as he took me down the primrose path to glorious ecstasy. He balled his whole fist up, save for the finger that was moving inside of me, and then picked up the pace. My grip tightened and my body vibrated. My breaths turned into hurried pants against his shoulder. I closed my eyes and felt my pussy tightening around his finger. Moving it in and out became even more difficult, but he kept it buried in my g-spot, massaging it with a light roll every time I felt his knuckle touch my labia and his cock touch my clitoris. My only regret was that he wasn’t in the same moment of indulgence with me. I craved his cock, and I knew I would get it, but it would be after I had my first orgasm, because there was no holding it back. I lunged my hips forward and felt audible moans rising in my throat.
“Oh my god…” I said with a grunt. I leaned in and bit down on his shoulder.
“I can’t wait to bury my cock in your orgasm.” He said as I reached the pinnacle.
All I could do was shake and quiver against the wall. I was completely at his mercy, unable to do anything but experience the peak. He never stopped working his finger in and out of me, and never stopped massaging my g-spot. It wasn’t fair at all. He knew how sensitive I was after my first orgasm, and how much it took my breath away. Instead of letting me rest and fill my lungs with oxygen, he simply continued to stimulate me. I practically hyperventilated on the fervor of his touch as another orgasm began. My mouth fell open on his shoulder and I just lay there in exhaustion as he drove the point home again. My body rocked back and I orgasmed again. The second one was even more intense, and I struggled to beg for a break, but I couldn’t get the words out. He didn’t stop—my god, he didn’t stop. I didn’t think I could even force another one out, but he yanked it out of me without even changing what he was doing. My whole body was burning up, a thin layer of sweat covering me from head to toe. I slumped on him as dead weight and my eyes closed tight. There was no fight left in me, but my body refused to help me stop the torment. He held me there and forced another and another until I was mentally screaming for it to end. When he finally removed his finger from my dripping pussy, my legs felt like jelly and my arms felt like they were permanently paralyzed. He held me tight against his chest and walked me to the bed.
“You’re a monster…” I whispered as I fell back onto the sheets.
“Oh I’m not done with you, not by a long shot. Maybe next time you’ll think twice before you deny me what I want.” He stripped his clothes off and lifted my legs.
“I’m sorry…” I said with an authentic shake of my head, which was all I could move.
“Now I’m going to really torture you.” He pressed the head of his cock against my pussy.
“I know…” I braced for penetration as he slipped himself inside of me.
Truly, it was the best kind of torture one could ever receive. I regretted not talking dirty to him and giving him the phone sex he wanted, because he was hungrier than I realized. His cock was harder than the first time I felt it, and swollen with the red heat of his desire. Despite losing count of the orgasms I got against the wall, my body reacted to the slow methodical pace, gearing up for another one. I mentally swore never to deny him again, always to be willing to satisfy his yearning, even if it meant I had to do it over the phone while he pleasured himself. I certainly wasn’t going to complain about the thunder of his body between my thighs, but it truly was a mixture of torture and never ending pleasure. I felt like I was drunk on his savage urge, yearning for more. My mind said I was done and had nothing left, yet my body begged for more, rising up to meet every single thrust. I made up for a whole week of missed orgasms and then some before I even felt the first surge of cum explode from the head of his cock and drive me to another orgasm. I knew that it was far from over, because he never stopped after the first. He always kept going, always kept thrusting, and his cock always reacted quickly to his need for another one. As energy returned to my limbs, I wrapped my arms around his back and held him as he fucked me. The combination of my orgasm and his cum gave him a pussy unable to resist his cock.
“I can’t take anymore…” I said with a weak whimper.
“Yes you can.” He picked up the pace. “You’ll take it until I’m so limp I can’t fuck you anymore.”
I was completely drained, but he was far from being spent. I verbally reciprocated his lust with a moan of my own once my body settled down and then reignited. I had no idea what my limitation was because I had never reached it before. I certainly thought I had, but clearly I was mistaken. He pounded me so hard the bed shook and the headboard slammed into the walls. The neighbors probably thought an earthquake was rolling through the streets of Manhattan because there was certainly one in his loins. My pussy was practically numb, but I felt his cock throbbing and pulsating inside of me. I knew he was about to go again, so I tightened it the best I could to hopefully milk the last drop from him. That was the only way I was going to get a moment to breathe. The slammed his hips into my pelvis and deposited another thunderous load. I let an actual scream roar from my throat as my body reacted again. I prayed for it to be done, but I also prayed for another one, because I was simply melded into my orgasm. I felt more connected to my husband and our love than I ever had before, but I still felt sapped. His exhausted breaths confirmed he was almost done, but he still pushed until another small knot of cum shot out of him and then I felt him starting to wane. He slid himself out of me slowly, and then collapsed beside me in bed. I opened my eyes slightly, marveling at the sweat glistening on his perfectly tanned, muscular frame.
“Happy Anniversary…” He said as his lips lightly formed a smile.
“You too…” It was all I could force out of my dry, exhausted throat.
I slept there like it was the middle of the night, despite the fact sunlight covered our naked bodies. The last sound I remembered was his gentle snore, a sign that he was as exhausted as I was. I felt completely wasted w
hen I woke up, like I had went to bed with the worst hangover and woke up with it covering my whole body. I reached out to find a warm spot where he had been, proof that what happened was not just the imagination of a woman who hadn’t seen her husband in a week. The sweat had left a chill, so I pulled a sheet around me as I sat up. I found him sitting in a chair at the edge of the bed, watching me. He was still naked, but a cigar was perched between his fingers. He smiled and pulled it to his lips, taking a long drag before a stream of smoke poured out of them. They were a present from our wedding, a whole box someone from his office smuggled from Cuba on a trip. He had barely touched them, except when he had a reason to celebrate. Apparently, fucking me like a beast was reason enough. I blinked my eyes a few times to get acclimated with the light and then rubbed away the last remnants of sleep.
“So, can I tell you my good news now?” He asked casually.
“Of course…” I turned my full attention to him.
“At the management seminar, they announced a new assistant vice president for the New York office—me.” He practically glowed with excitement.
“Stephen, that’s wonderful!” I scurried out of the sheet and off of the bed, hugging him. I fell into his lap and he held me close.
“Are you ready for your anniversary present?” He asked.
“Yes! You should have given it to me before you left!” I argued with a friendly scowl on my face.
“You’ll see why I couldn’t when you get dressed. We have to go pick it up.” He stood up and dropped me on the bed, placing his cigar in his mouth.
“Did you shower?” I asked as he reached for his pants.
“Yes, but don’t worry, you’ll be fine with your tussled hair.” He smirked and slid on a shirt.
It was more than tussled, it was a hot mess. I brushed it out the best I could as I slipped on a pair of panties and a bra. He was already impatient in the other room, but I had to at least look like I wasn’t doing the walk of shame. Granted, the glow he left on me after the way he fucked me was enough to silence any critics. When I was finally presentable with a fresh coat of makeup on my face, we walked downstairs to his car. The look from our neighbors made me blush, and I knew they were well aware of what had happened inside our apartment hours before. We drove out of the city and into a suburb, which made me question exactly what kind of gift I was going to get. My questions were answered, or at least I formed my own conclusion, when he pulled up in front of a magnificent house at the end of a cul-de-sac. One look in his direction confirmed what I was thinking, and he dug a key out of his pocket. I didn’t even have words. I wanted a home more than anything else in the world, especially one where I didn’t have to hear the sounds of the city beating against our windows every night. I pushed the car door open with an excited squeal and ran towards the door with the key in hand. He followed behind me and scooped me up moments before I could walk inside.
