Caught Up

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Ashanti POV

Pathetic.

That's how I felt at that exact moment, sitting waiting for my sad excuse for a husband to come home. I had prepared a special dinner for us because today was our 2 year anniversary, but apparently he didn't remember.

I sat at the end of the table, in a red lace negligee with a red silk robe over it and red heels, as the romantic dinner I prepared went from piping hot to ice cold. I continued to look at my phone every 10 minutes or so, waiting for a call from him saying that he was alright or that he was sorry. Neither ever came.

Soon I grew tired of waiting and went up to the room that Adrian and I shared. I packed me an overnight bag and went to our guest room. As I was undressing to take my shower, I heard the front door unlock and open. I stride over to the guest room door and locked it.

I knew he wasn't going to apologize without sex and I wasn't in the mood for that at all. I listened to his heavy footsteps make their way up the stairs as I walked into the bathroom and took my shower.

The hot water pelted down on my neck and back and my tense muscles instantly relaxed.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Baby," Adrian said, his voice muffled because of the closed wooden door, "why are you in the guest room?"

I tried my best to ignore him as I scrubbed my skin raw in anger. Fresh, hot tears clouded my vision.

"Go away, Adrian. I'm not in the mood for your shit." My voice cracked when I said his name and the tears started rolling down my cheeks.

"Baby, please just open the door." He pleaded.

"I'm busy. Just go away!"

He didn't respond. I heard his footsteps becoming fainter as he walked down the hall. I rinsed the remaining soap off of my body and turned off the shower. I wrapped up in a fluffy white towel and walked out of the bathroom, only to find Adrian sitting at the foot of the bed with his head in his hands. And the spare key to the guest room, on the dresser.

He looked up at me, staring at my wet skin, little left to the imagination, although I'm sure my body was permanently etched into his memory.

"Why are you still here?" I questioned, venom dripping from every word.

"Baby, I came to say sorry. I saw everything you had set up downstairs. I'm sorry I forgot our anniversary. I just had a lot on my mind." He stood up and wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his forehead in the crook of my neck.

"I also saw that little outfit you had in the bedroom. Maybe if you go put it back on I can apologize." He began peppering kisses on my neck and collarbone.

I could feel the area between my thighs moistening. I knew that I couldn't stay mad at him for long if he kept this up. Everything about him turned me on, from his 6'1'', athletic frame, to his deep brown eyes. I bit my lip to keep from moaning, from giving him the satisfaction of knowing how good he was making me feel.

Maybe some make up sex will do us good, I thought. With that final thought, I let my bottom lip slip from between my teeth as I let out a whimper of pleasure. I felt him smirk against my wet skin before bringing his hands down to my plump cheeks and giving them a squeeze.

I brought my arms up and wrapped the around his neck, allowing the towel to fall to the floor. He moved one of his hands from my butt to right between my legs. He began to rub his thumb up and down my wet slit, before taking me into his arms and throwing me onto the bed.

He then kneeled down until he was face to face with my drenched kitty. He began to lick up and down my slit, making me want to come right then. He looked into to my eyes, and at the same moment, sucked my swollen clit in between his lips. My hips bucked forward and I damn near screamed. He kept lapping and sucking on my clit, coaxing soft moans out of me. He didn't give me head often, but when he did, it felt like he put his entire soul into it. I was so focused on him french kissing my clit, I didn't even notice he had begun slipping one of his thick fingers inside of me. That, coupled with the sweet licks he was giving my swollen nub, was enough to send me right over the edge. My climax came, hard, fast, and unforgiving, knocking all the wind out of me. I collapsed onto the bed, my breathing heavy

"Baby, get up. I'm not done with you", he said, smirking. My juices were all over his lips and dripping down his chin. He brought his face down to mine and kissed me. I could taste myself as he forced his tongue into my mouth. I couldn't help myself and started to grind my core against the growing bulge in his pants. I knew he wanted me just as bad as I wanted him. Just as I was about to reach my second high, he pulled away.

"Aww, poor baby", he said, seeing the disappointed look on my face. He pulled his shirt over his head and all I could do was stare at his chiseled abs. Unholy thoughts filled my mind, making my core throb even more than when we started. He unbuttoned his pants and let them drop to the floor. His thick member strained against the tight fabric of his boxers. I could almost feel him inside me. Finally, he removed the only thing keeping me from seeing him fully. I closed my eyes and waited for him to do whatever he wanted to me. I was his and I always would be. We both knew that.

My eyes shot open as I began to feel him push through my tension. Even after all these years, it still felt like the first time all over again. He slid in slow, allowing me to get accustomed to it first. He pulled out slightly before thrusting back into me again. He continued to give me slow, hard strokes. I clawed at his back, trying to keep myself from screaming at the feeling of him plunging his thick member into me repeatedly. He quickened his pace as I tried to adjust myself slightly to relieve some of the pressure. He pressed his body weight onto me to keep me from squirming away.

"Where you running to?", he said, licking his way up my neck and sucking my earlobe into his mouth. I couldn't take it anymore, it felt like I was about to burst any minute. He always knew what spots to hit to make me go crazy. I could feel him tensing up and his thrust getting sloppier. He began jack hammering into me, to the point where it felt like I might leave with bruises, but I loved every second of it. I felt myself get closer and closer to my peak.

"Baby, I'm gonna come!", I screamed. That just made him go harder, no doubt chasing his own release. With one final thrust, I felt his member throb and spurt his hot seed deep inside of me. That sent me flying off the edge to my own release, legs shaking, my walls milking his d!ck dry. He pulled out, our essences mixed and pooling out of me onto our freshly cleaned sheets. Their was a look in his eyes that I couldn't quite make out, but I decided against asking. I got up from the bed to go wash away the stench of sex.

"Be out of this room when I get back", I said, not bothering to turn around, "and make sure you leave the key here." I walked into the bathroom and locked the door behind me.