Resentment

Ch. 4

September 4th
Knowles/Maraj Residence
New York, New York
Beyoncé's POV

"I wa-" again my words get tripped up in my head, and I'm unable to formulate a sentence.

"You dun 'ave tuh answer right now." I shake my head, telling her that's not it.

"I don't know how to say what I want to say." I sigh heavily and run my fingers through my hair.

How do I possibly put into words what I'm feeling right now? How do I put into words what I want?

I don't think I verbally can...

I inhale deeply before looking into her eyes. Her eyes have always told me everything I've ever needed to know. I'd studied her eyes so closely the year and a half we were together that I can honestly say I know everything she needs to or can't say just by looking at them.

And right now those bright green orbs are shining back at me filled with worry, fear, admiration and pure love...

I bring my hands up to the sides of her neck and start pulling her down to me while I lean up towards her. Our lips connect and we both let out small sounds of relief, contention and passion.

I feel her hands grip my hips tightly as her pillowy soft lips move in sync with mine, and I shudder quietly. As her tongue slips through my lips, I feel her hands gripping the back of my thighs and lifting me off my feet for the second time tonight.

"Which room is yours?" Her husky voice sends a shiver through my body, from my head passed my nipples and straight to my treasure.

"Last room on the right." Before I even finish the word, her lips are slammed back onto mine. I tighten the hold I have on her waist and neck and get lost in the feeling of the kiss.

It felt like time had stopped, and everything and everyone else disappeared around us. It felt like my soul had finally been slammed back inside of me. My heart was shocked back to life. My body was set ablaze after being cold for so long.

The synchronicity we shared was almost scary. As she sucked my bottom lip, I sucked her top. When she gripped harder, so did I. When she took in a breath, I exhaled.

I finally open my eyes when my body is slammed onto my mattress, and I feel the flood gate open. I bite my lip as she hovers over me, her eyes roaming every inch of me. She sits back on her knees, in between my thighs, and takes her shirt off. My heart thumps loudly in my ears, and I can literally feel myself dripping as I scan over her amazing body.

The waistband of my sweats and sides of my thong are gripped, and I immediately lift my lower half up to help. I sit up quickly and take my shirt off, thankful I left my bra off after my shower.

I lean up and pull her back down to me and suck her bottom lip into my mouth before tilting my head to the side to allow her tongue to slither back in.

My hand has a mind of it's own as it slides in between our bodies and into her pants. I wrap my hand around the long and thick member that I'd once been so addicted to and squeeze and stroke it.

Rih groans against my mouth and pulls back. She gets off the bed and takes the rest of her clothes off. My mouth waters as her dick springs out of her boxers and stands at attention. My ankles are gripped by her hands and I'm swiftly pulled to the edge of the bed. She spreads my thighs, making them touch the mattress, and stands back, admiring my soaked center.

She bends over and places her mouth on my neck, directly on my weak spot, and I choke on a gasp before moaning and tilting my head to the side. I feel her leaving her mark before moving down to my hard nipples. Her tongue circles around it, against my areola, before flicking it quickly. I unintentionally arch in to her as my breathing quickens. Her hand slides up my stomach to my free breast and begins twisting and pulling on it, making me squirm beneath her.