Rena: Code 143

2.7

The sound of an alarm blaring roused me from my sleep. I heard the shuffling of blankets and the creaking of our bed as Kenny got up. He turned off the alarm a second later. Turning around to Kenny's side, I sought him out in the room. He was across the room, looking down at his phone. I couldn't see the expression on his face because of how dark it was. Only streams of the early morning rays slipped through our window blinds. The room was silent as I secretly gazed at the man across from me.

My husband.

"I'm sorry," my voice broke the silence in the quiet room. I saw his head lift up and face me. He placed his phone down on the dresser, not saying a word. I saw his head tilt toward the ceiling as he let out an inaudible sigh. "Please, don't be mad at me," I begged.

After a beat of silence, I heard Kenny's footsteps near. He stopped at the edge of the bed and then spoke. "Take off your clothes."

"Kenny, I want us to talk about-"

"I don't want to talk, Rena," He bit out. Ending any protest I had. Not wanting to upset him more than I already have, I complied. I slipped out of the covers and then took off my tank top and panties. I wasn't wearing a bra, so I was completely nude. "Come here."

I shuffled over to him and heard him moving about. I heard the sound of his boxers dropping to the floor. His hand reached out to me as I moved closer. Once I came close enough, he placed a hand over my head, guiding me to his length. I opened my mouth when I felt his tip against my lips. He let out a groan as I started to please him with my mouth, sucking up and down slowly. That is until he wanted to set his own pace.

He gripped the back of my head to hold me still. Beginning to fuck my mouth with his length. Thrusting rapidly as he sought out his pleasure. I moaned to urge him so he could cum quickly. I didn't even have to start counting before he jerked in my mouth suddenly. He hit the back of my throat with spurts. I swallowed it down once he slowed, then exited out of my mouth.

"Ass up," he told me, and I complied. Soon as I was in position on my hands and knees, he pushed himself in. Not bothering to check if I was wet enough. It's not like it burned. Kenny's length wasn't exactly big. By now, I've gotten used to his size. Once he settled so his balls were against my ass, he let out another groan. He didn't move for a while, just breathed against me. I was confused and decided to look back.

"Kenny?" I questioned. It was unusual for him not to make love when he entered my body. It always started right off the bat. And although I don't usually get pleasure from sex with him, it was odd for him to not do anything. When I tried to get a look at him, he was already staring at me. His eyes were lost for a moment as he stared and then I saw a single tear fall down his face. I gasped, which seemingly pulled him out of whatever trance he was in as he wiped at his eye. "Kenny."

I attempted to move, to pull away from his body. But he wasn't having that and abruptly pulled me closer. Then he began to use my body the way he intended. He used one hand to grip my hips and the other to place my head down. Picking up speed, as fucked me into the sheets.

"You wanted to talk." His voice was hoarse and tinged with... hurt. "This is me talking."

It was then I understood him. Kenny was angry, upset, and wounded about last night. How I told him I wasn't ready for another baby. I was scared that I would lose a child again. He didn't understand me. Didn't want to. He said he wanted to fix what happened and that having a child was the way. I told him it wasn't going to fix anything. It would make it worse. So we argued all night until we got tired of talking. It appears he was still angry, so he was taking his frustrations out on me.

I felt him then. He's my husband. I knew when his body was ready to release as his dick swelled inside of my walls. I turned my head to the side so he could hear me clearly.

"Pull out," I told him. Yet he continued to thrust, harder. His rhythm losing its beat. "Kenny, pull out."

"Fuck!" He yelled, pulling out his dick. He flipped me over harshly, spread my legs open, then began to use his hand to bring him closer to his orgasm. Moments later, he sprayed his seed on my thighs, breasts, and a little on my face. His mouth gaping as he came. He was panting heavily by the time he stopped jerking himself. I stared at him, my breasts heaving as I breathed. Hot cum painted on them. He stared at them as if mesmerized before blinking. His eyes moved up to mine.

Resting his arms beside my head, he leaned over my body, slipping between my open thighs. Slowly, he put his dick inside of me, stroking me slowly. I brought one of my hands up to rest against his face.

"I'm sorry," I whispered in the quiet room, save for the noises of our lovemaking and the slight squeak of our bed. The room started to get brighter as the sun rose. "I love you, Kenny."

He pulled me closer, exiting out of my body before slamming in. I let out a grunt, hearing the slapping of our skin.

"It doesn't feel like it."