“Okay, but just don’t cancel at the last minute again. You know how much I hate getting dressed to go out.”
I tossed the last pile of utensils in dishwater, then readjusted my headphones. My best friend was giving me her lame excuse, as to why she cancelled our movie date.
“Was Joe mad?” Her voice was full of guilt.
“He wasn’t mad, but annoyed.” I sigh, “He planned something for us last night. Instead I shut him down for you, which I will never do again, by the way.”
“Ugh, I’m so sorry. Please give him my love!”
I couldn’t help but grin. “Let me think on it.”
Footsteps enter the kitchen and I take a glance to my right. Joe walked past me towards the fridge and grabbed a beer. He gulped down half the bottle, then sat it on the table. Suddenly, I found myself in a staring contest.
“Let me finish cleaning, and I’ll get back to you later.” I take out my headphones. “Hey, everything okay?”
His thin lips twisted at the corners, as his eyes lowered. His bare arms folded across his chest.
“It’s funny that you seemed to notice that things are not.”
“Babe, what are you talking about?” I sigh and place my hands on my hips.
He takes a few steps closer. “There’s always something taking away your time from me. Work. Errands. Friends.”
“Don’t interrupt me.” A long finger lifted in front of my face. “I’ve been put on the back burner too much over these few weeks. I miss coming home to a welcoming wife. As hard as I work, don’t you think I deserve that?”
I eagerly nod. “Yes, babe. You do.”
“Well, lately it hasn’t seemed like it.”
I watched the redness amplify in his face, as well as my guilt. I could lie and say his words didn’t just slice me in half. He was telling the truth. Lately, I had been making time for everything imaginable, except him. The straw that definitely broke the camel’s back, was flaking out on him for my best friend. I felt like crap as soon as I’d done it, but I couldn’t renege at the last minute. Luckily, she cancelled but it was too late.
“You’re right,” I breathe, “I’ve been neglecting you lately, and I apologize for that. I can’t even give you an excuse, because there isn’t one. But just know that I’m so sorry, baby.”
He rolls his eyes. “Is it me? Am I doing something wrong? Am I not there enough for you?”
“No! It’s not you!” I cup his face, “You’re part of my Universe that can’t be replaced. I can’t get enough of how you make me feel, and what you do for me. If there was a problem, I wouldn’t avoid it. Especially like this.”
He pecks my thumb, as it glides across his lips. “You sure there isn’t another man you’re telling these problems to?”
“Don’t even play with me like that.” My voice hardens, “Not one bit, Joseph.”
He presses his hips against me, pinning me to the counter. “Don’t give me a reason to, Lia.”
My name sizzled into my skin from his breath. Instantly, he had me right where and how he wanted me. Hot and trapped. He bore his fingers into my hips, and leaned down to my ear.
“Turn around and bend over.”
I did as told without hesitation. Didn’t even need to be told twice. My yoga pants were slipped down to my ankles; thankfully I was bare underneath. His thumbs pressed into my lower back, prompting me to arch perfectly into position.
“Let’s see if we can fix your problem.”
“I don’t have any pro—AH!”
Joe breached into my sleek opening, casually pushing deeper. Once my ponytail was grabbed, the motion was set. His grunts mixed with my moans echoing in the sink, filled the kitchen. I came onto my tip toes, urging him to pound me the way I like it when I’m close. He answered me by gripping my thighs, and folding my legs around his waist. I released a squeal from the surprising lift, feeling more of him in this intensified position. He yanks my body hard against him, grinding onto my throbbing walls.
“Still have a problem?”
“Are you going to continue putting me off?”
“No I won’t!” I gasp, “Baby, I promise!”
“You promise?” He spanks me.
“Problem solved.” He spanked me a few more times.
The hot stings radiated through my body and I came on a loud cry. He stilled my body, while he shuttered from his gut wrenching orgasm. Joe grabbed for his half filled bottle of beer, gulping down the rest. The strength of him holding me up with one hand was turning me on, so I wiggled my butt on his pelvis. He cracked a smirk, softly spanking me. My lower half was gently placed back on the ground, as we caught our breaths. Joe wrapped his arms around my waist to pull me up against him. I sealed my back to his front, inhaling his scent. My arms folded atop his, as I laid my head back onto his chest. Nothing like a much needed quickie to get my mind back right on my husband. That’s for damn sure!