A Woman Scorned

Yours

You glanced at your phone and realized less than five minutes had passed since you last looked at it. Irritated, you returned to working on your laptop. Billy was supposed to have been home half an hour ago. The two of you had plans to go out with your best friend and her boyfriend and the reservation was in an hour. You picked up your phone to text him.

Everything okay?

Parking downstairs. Be up soon.

You shut your laptop and headed to the kitchen to pour Billy and yourself a drink.

The last couple of weeks had been super hectic for the both of you, work being busier than usual. On top of that you had to travel for a conference tomorrow which meant you'd be out of town until the end of the week. While you would have loved to stay in with Billy tonight, you couldn't cancel your plans - Davina had recently been promoted and tonight's party was a celebration of her accomplishment.

The sound of the door shutting brought a smile to your face. You waltzed back into the living room to find Billy throwing his jacket on the couch and loosening his tie. Your hands were busy double fisting drinks when he pulled you by the waist, making you almost spill some liquid on the carpet.

"Hey," you giggled as he rubbed his beard against your neck, tickling you, before giving you a gentle peck on the lips.

Taking his drink, he took a sip. "What time did you get home?"

"An hour ago."

"You eat yet? Should we order in?"

"No. We're meeting Davina, remember?"

From the confused look on his face, it was apparent he'd forgotten all about the plans. "Billy, I reminded you this morning!"

"I know," he said sheepishly, sitting back on the couch. "I'm sorry. It slipped my mind." He put his drink aside, and yours, before yanking you down on his lap. Dark eyes shining brightly with mischief, his one hand slowly caressed up your arm and trailed across the back of your shoulder before encircling the nape of your neck. Slowly he started to unsnap the buttons on your blouse. "It's been a long week, babe, and I miss you." He maneuvered you closer, his tongue licking over the oh-so-sensitive spot just below your ear. Your body reacted immediately when his free hand started to caress your breasts over your bra. "And I need you."

You knew what that meant. It wasn't sex he was after, although that certainly was a part of it, but what he wanted was to cuddle and play with your breasts and indulge in foreplay. It was a comfort thing for him, loving you, teasing you, snuggling your breasts and going down on you. Maybe that's why he'd been in such an irritable mood lately, your busy schedules meant you guys didn't spend much time together. Lack of sex wasn't the issue, just yesterday he picked you up from work at lunch time and the two of you fucked in the car, but it was the intimacy you both missed. You suspected he also longed for routine things like making dinner together, spending weekend mornings in bed just laughing and talking. Not that he'd ever admit it though.

Cupping his face, you nuzzled his nose. "We have to leave soon."

He took charge and flopped you back on the couch, hovering over you.

Your heart started pounding in your chest, your usual response when he looked at you with such a lustful gaze. Your fingers automatically thread through his hair as he peppered your chest with shallow kisses. "Five minutes, Billy. Then we need to get ready."

"Hmm..." he murmured.

His tongue flicked over your left nipple before he sucked on the hardened nub, the added texture from the lace fabric of your bra heightening the ecstasy. Your body arched up, pleasure building slowly and surging through you, making you lose all control, even more so when his fingers started rolling the other nipple, squeezing it gently.