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BIANCA BENJAMIN WAS in big trouble. Nibbling on her thumb nail as she paced the floor, she racked her brain to come up with an explanation that would appease her husband, Wesley. She didn’t have much time. According to Bianca’s calculations, he would be home any day now. As much as she missed her man, Bianca wasn’t quite ready to face him just yet. Wesley’s reaction to what Bianca had done might very well be the breaking point of their marriage, which was already, on shaky ground.
A freshman in high school when she met the twenty-year-old Wesley at her best friend Shelly’s home on a cold Thanksgiving Day morning. Bianca had dropped by to pick up Shelly so they could get to the football field early to get decent seats. It didn’t surprise her to see Donald, Shelly’s older brother. He’d always come home for visits whenever possible. But what did take Bianca by surprise was the visitor named, Wesley, he’d brought home with him.
The second they stepped foot out the door Bianca began to question her friend about Wesley. “Dang! You so nosy, Bianca!” Shelly had teased.
Nudging her friend, Bianca shot back, “Am not!” The entire time praying Shelly would give up the info on Donald’s friend.
Grinning, Shelly never passed up an opportunity to gossip, no matter how trivial. Bianca listened as she told her how the guys became really tight during basic training. “I don’t think he has any family that’s why Donald asked Mom and Dad if he could come home for Thanksgiving.”
A wave of sadness filled Bianca for the stranger she’d just met. “That’s a shame.” Immediately, something inside of her was drawn to him.
For years she’d been crushing on Donald. Bianca fantasized about how they would have a big wedding and she’d wear a white gown fit for a princess. And after they were married, they’d have at least three babies. But when she set eyes on Wesley, all her childhood fantasies went up in a puff of smoke.
Her new crush was six-three, dark chocolate, ruggedly handsome, and powerfully built. At a mere five-feet two inches, she had to tilt her head back to look up at him to say hello. Yup, they would marry and have beautiful, chocolate babies.
Of course, he didn’t pay her an ounce of attention the day they met. After all, she was just a teenaged, ugly duckling with a terrible case of acne. It wasn’t until he returned home with Donald a few years later, shortly after she and Shelly had graduated high school that he took notice of her.
Bianca had morphed into a beautiful swan with clear skin the color of creamy milk chocolate with a hint of cream. Her petite frame held curves in all the right places. She knew Wesley was hooked the second she caught his dark, predatory gaze scanning her from head to toe with pure male interest. Flattered by his heated gaze, she blushed, shyly looking away.
A bundle of nerves was Bianca when Wesley sauntered over to her, striking up a conversation about, of all things, the yellow butterfly tattoo at the center of the nape of her neck. If Bianca could have, she would have kissed herself for wearing her hair up in a sleek bun.
Before leaving the cookout at Shelly’s parents’ home, the two exchanged numbers. She didn’t think he was serious when he promised to call her the following day. Bianca felt like the luckiest girl in the world when he followed through on his promise. That night they stayed up until dawn on the phone getting to know each other.
With him living several states away it was difficult for them to date like a traditional couple. But they didn’t let that stop them. It was Wesley’s idea for them to rent the same movie, watch it and then have a lengthy discussion afterwards. And it was Bianca’s idea for them to Skype as they ate dinner. On Saturdays they would go for early morning walks, talking on their cell phones, as they made plans to see each other again.
Afraid of the tongue lashing she would get from her mother; Bianca kept their budding relationship a secret. The few times Wesley had come to town to visit her, she would lie and say she was spending the weekend with Shelly. Unfortunately, one of her mother’s nosy friends spotted the couple having dinner at restaurant across town. The old bat had a nerve to come charging over to their table with threats of calling Bianca’s mother.
Seeing the terror in her eyes, Wesley had been adamant about going home with Bianca to face her mother. Outraged by the fact that her daughter had been sneaking around behind her back with some man she didn’t know, the woman had forbidden Bianca to continue seeing Wesley. This only fueled their passion, ending up with them running off and getting married.
At first everything was pure bliss, until Wesley had begun to slowly reveal who he really was. It wasn’t that he was a bad, or a physically abusive man. The problem was he had so many inner demons that she was not equipped to deal with as a nineteen-year-old bride. Because of his demons, he had a need to control every aspect of not only their marriage, but her life as well. For the most part, she would concede to his way of doing things to keep him happy and to keep the peace in their marriage. However, what he didn’t know about his seemingly quiet and timid wife was that she had a stubborn streak that would strike out every now and again.
Their first serious argument had been over Bianca wanting to go to college to get her degree in social work. He was adamant about her being a stay-at-home military wife. But she wasn’t having it, and became terribly angry arguing with him over the matter. She was completely out done, when he offhandedly quipped, “Go to the nursing home and volunteer a few hours a week if you’re bored.”
His arrogant and dismissive suggestion to her complaint about not having anything to do while he was away serving his country, had grated on her last nerve. Slamming the grocery bag on the table, bruising the plum tomatoes in the process, she angrily glared at him. “Why do you get to have a career going around the world saving your country and I can’t go to school to become a social worker?”
With smugness oozing out of his pores he shrugged a broad shoulder. “Because I said so. I’m your husband and that’s how it’s going to be.”
Wesley had the nerve to grin at her and then flex his pectoral muscles. Any other time that sexy grin and the flexing of the muscles would have had her panties wet, and he knew it. But not that time. He was too busy being a jackass for her to respond.
Stunned, Bianca’s eyes rapidly blinked to keep the tears from falling. I’ll show your smart behind. She didn’t mumble a single word as she put the groceries away like a good little wife. Ever since she was a little girl, she had wanted to be a social worker. It was one of her life’s dreams to have a career, where she could help people and make a difference in their lives. And now because she was a wife, his wife, he was telling her she couldn’t have a career too. Did he think they were still living in the early twentieth century?
Not giving into his unrealistic demands, she patiently waited three months, until he was away on his next assignment, and drove herself right down to Methodist University in Fayetteville. By the time he returned home, she was enrolled in fall semester classes.
That little stunt resulted in her husband giving her the silent treatment for a month. Every time she tried to plead her case, he’d walk away not caring to hear a word she had to say. Even though it hurt her to her heart that the man she loved acted as if she didn’t have a choice in how she lived her life, Bianca didn’t cave in. If she had given into his demands, she would have withered into a shell of nothing, becoming what he wanted her to be. Instead, she poured herself into her studies and patiently waited for her husband to come around.
Bianca stopped her pacing as the tears welled up in her eyes. Taking in a deep breath, she tried to steady her emotions. Every time she relived that night, Bianca always questioned whether she’d made the right decision by staying. Although she hadn’t left her mother’s home on good terms, after she and Wesley had their first big argument, she called home crying to her mom for help. A soothing voice is what she’d been looking for to calm her rattled nerves. Instead she got something else. She remembered having to hold the phone away from her ear, afraid her ear drum was going to burst from her mom’s squawking rant. “That’s what you get for running off with him! You’re lucky he ain’t beating your simple behind. I told you he was no good! He probably got another woman running around town and that’s why he doesn’t want you leaving the house! Girl, bring your silly tail home!”
Though her mother’s words were harsh, she had considered taking her advice, packing up her things and going back home. Although he was being unreasonable with his demands, her heart wouldn’t allow her to leave him. Going with her gut instinct to not give up on her marriage had been the right thing to do, because things had gotten back to normal between them. Thankfully, she had allowed love to rule her decision and hadn’t listened to her mom. After much discussion, the couple had come to an agreement that if school interfered with her taking care of their home, she would quit and go back to being a full-time housewife.
She had held up her end of the bargain, tending to their home while he was away, and being the dutiful wife attending to his needs when he returned home. All while managing to graduate magna cum laude. Things remained good between them even after she took a job as a social worker at a birthing center. Wesley hadn’t even balked when she had begun taking online classes to get her master’s in social work. Mostly because she had promised to only take one class at a time during the fall and spring semesters.
Flopping down on the sofa, she dropped her head into her hands. Why was life so complicated? Why was he so complicated? Their marriage had survived their falling out over her wanting an education and fulfilling a childhood dream. And now they both were happy in careers they loved. However, the next major challenge they faced, still until this day, continued to drive a wedge between them.
She had been so happy to come home from work that day to find Wesley relaxing in the recliner, watching television with a bottle of beer turned up to his full, kissable lips. Man, how she wished she was that green glass bottle. She sure could use the comfort of his firm lips.
Work had been emotionally draining that particular day. The young woman she’d been counseling had suffered her third miscarriage within a span of two years. Although she was there providing emotional support for the woman, Bianca had left work feeling inadequate. No amount of consoling had eased the pain of the woman’s loss. Only time would hopefully heal the client’s broken heart and spirit. So coming home to find her man there was exactly what she needed to lighten the heaviness surrounding her.
Bianca took a moment to stay rooted at the door taking in the vision before her. As long as she lived, she would never grow tired of admiring his masculine physique. Her fingers were itching to caress the biceps nearly bursting out of the sleeves of the black t-shirt he wore. And then those same dainty fingers would take their time, going down his powerful thighs and calves, that were clad in denim, to massage his large, bare feet.
Dropping her purse and attaché case to the floor, she ran throwing herself into his arms. She wasn’t disappointed by the strong bands of steel wrapping her in a tight squeeze full of love.
He let out a deep, rich chuckle as she lovingly placed butterfly kisses all over his face. “Did you miss me?” he teased.
“Yes! Yes! Yes! You know I did! I missed you so much!” When in the field, depending on his mission, the couple could go days or weeks without communication. Bianca didn’t like it, but understood it was necessary not to compromise the mission. Besides, in his line of work he couldn’t afford to be distracted, if he wanted to return home alive and not in a body bag.
She happily welcomed the deep tonguing he gave her as he took possession of her mouth. She groaned in disappointment when the kiss ended too soon.
Standing with her in his arms, Wesley didn’t bother to take them to the bedroom. He laid her on the floor bringing her lush body against his. “Baby, you feel so good in my arms. I’ve been away from you too damn long.” He growled wrapping her ponytail around his large fist gently yanking her head back giving him access to the column of her tender neck.
“Mmm, that feels so wonderful.” She purred in response to the licks from his hot, wet tongue. Her womanly core immediately began to throb as his hot mouth suckled her soft flesh.
Needing to feel and get reacquainted with every inch of him, Bianca’s hands roamed the solid wall of his muscular chest. Just touching him made her moan. He felt so incredibly warm beneath her fingertips. That’s what Bianca missed most about Wesley. Being snuggled next to his big, warm body at night. The last six weeks without him in their bed wasn’t just cold, but painfully lonely. Just when she thought she couldn’t take another night alone without him, he came back to her safe and intact.
Now that he was home, she couldn’t stop touching him all over. Her petite hands traveled down the solid planes of his rock-hard abdominal muscles until they landed on his belt buckle. Expertly loosening the buckle and unzipping his jeans, she reached inside grabbing his rock-hard penis. As she began to rub her hand over the large bulbous head, he became even harder.
Wesley hissed out an expletive against her kiss swollen lips. “Girl, you better stop playing with me.”
Massaging his sac, she smiled. “But I like playing with you.”
Pulling her hand free she scooted down his long body. Wesley automatically lifted his hips as she tugged and pulled off his underwear and jeans. Her mouth immediately watered at the sight of his jutting erection.
As she stood, a wicked grin turned up the corners of his sexy mouth. His eyes couldn’t help drifting closed to half-mast as he readied himself for what was coming next. His wife was such a sexy, little thing, and all his.
Bianca smiled to herself. The one thing she had learned as a virgin bride early on in her marriage was how to satisfy her husband. She had read everything she could get her hands on regarding the art of lovemaking and sexually fulfilling her man.
Seductively licking her lips, she purred low in her throat. Slowly lifting her blouse and then camisole over her head, she revealed perky B cup breasts she hadn’t bothered to dress in a bra that morning. She giggled when he cocked his head to the side raising a thick eyebrow in question.
Pursing her lips in a sexy pout, she murmured, “I was running late this morning and didn’t have time to put on a bra.”
Satisfied for now with her explanation, Wesley didn’t say anything. Later he would tell her to make time to put on a bra before leaving the house. Stroking himself he nodded his head signaling her to continue on. He chuckled when she winked at him and began to shimmy out of her skirt. His eyes darkened with heated passion as her breasts jiggled from her movements. She took her time sliding the sexy as hell red, lacey boy shorts underwear down her legs before stepping out of them.
Feeling completely naughty she tossed the panties, smacking him dead in the center of his face. A rush of female satisfaction ran through her as he inhaled the perfumed scented fabric and his eyes rolled in the back of his head.
Dropping to her knees, Bianca arched her back and moved cat-like taking her time to crawl the short distance between his legs. Her mouth watered again as she wrapped her hand around the base of his penis. She had missed it as much as she had missed him. He hissed incoherently; his eyes once again rolled to the back of his head as she took him deep inside her mouth. “Damn baby, I almost forgot how good your head game is.” He could feel her lips form into a smile from his praise.
Working feverishly to unbind her hair from the decorative clip, Wesley threaded his fingers through the thick strands. He firmly, yet gently palmed her bobbing head. This caused Bianca to take him in deeper all the while her hand massaged his sac giving him immense pleasure, he’d been without for the past six weeks. He loved serving his country, but man he loved this more.
Her mouth made a popping sound as he pulled her off of him. The work she was putting in was about to make him explode and he wasn’t ready just yet. Pulling her up his body, he lunged his tongue in her mouth, kissing her so deep he nearly took her breath away. Flipping her over on her back his mouth sought out an erected nipple, followed by two long fingers being plunged inside of her dripping core.
As good as his touch was feeling she needed more. She was craving what she’d been dreaming about ever since the night he left for his mission. “Wesley, I want you to go down on me,” she pleaded almost in desperation.
Withdrawing his fingers, he closed his eyes leisurely licking her juices from them. The erotic sight of him tasting her essence was almost her undoing. The intensity of her throbbing clit was kicked up a notch. She wanted to scream, “Man! Hurry up!” Instead she squirmed anticipating the pleasure to come.
Happy to oblige, he kissed between her mounds, moving down to her flat belly. He briefly stopped to dip his tongue into her bellybutton. His kiss finally stilled between her legs. All she could do was whimper as he satisfied her in the most carnal way. Each delicious stroke and swirl of his tongue spiked her body temperature another degree. Moaning and gasping for breath, she frantically fought to keep from falling over the edge. Screaming, she lost the battle, slamming into an enormous orgasm as his mouth greedily suckled her clit and nether lips.
Bianca felt boneless as the last aftershock left her body. “Baby that was awesome,” she purred, welcoming her husband as he settled between her legs.
“I aim to please.” He whispered against her lips before kissing her again.
She whimpered, sucking on his thick tongue as she felt herself being stretched as he entered her with a hard thrust of his powerful hips. The lovers moaned in mutual satisfaction.
Grabbing her hips and plunging deep into her womanly core, Wesley was like a wild man on a quest. This last assignment had nearly ended his life as a result of his squad receiving bad Intel for the hostage rescue mission they were in the middle of executing. As always, he kept his cool as he and his fellow soldiers successfully completed the mission. Once out of danger and back on U.S. soil, all his mind would allow him to think of was his wife and what they were doing right now.
Wrapping her legs around his waist she lifted her hips matching him thrust for thrust, and stroke for stroke. The only sounds in the room that were audible were the slapping of their moist, slick bodies and their heavy panting. The building pressure in her intimate core was a warning she was nearly ready to burst into a million pieces again.
“Turn over, I want to ride you,” she whispered.
With one quick fluid move he was on his strong back. She eagerly climbed into position straddling him. Locking eyes with him, she impaled herself on his massive erection. Biting down on her bottom lip, she moaned, “I’m never letting you leave this house again soldier boy.”
“I can make that happen,” came his lusty reply.
Leaning back resting the palm of her hands on his thick, massive thighs; she felt his powerful muscles contracting beneath her touch as she began to ride him like a thoroughbred.
Large hands cupped and expertly massaged breasts that ached for his touch. She let out a throaty giggle, swiping away long fingers that were wickedly alternating between rolling and tugging at her sensitive nipples. “Stop that, you’re not playing fair.”
Her toes curled at the sound of his deep, rumbling chuckle vibrating off the walls. “Nah baby, this ain’t fair.” He murmured as the pad of his thumb stroked her engorged clit.
Head falling back, her body could no longer hold off the building tremors that flung her into orgasmic bliss.
Wesley didn’t stop his torture there. Sitting up he wrapped her legs around his waist. Capturing a nipple in his mouth he nibbled her flesh all the while vigorously pumping inside of her. Feeling his completion nearing, throwing his head back, he growled. And with one final thrust he exploded inside of her, his seed bathing her womb.
Falling back, he collapsed against the carpeted floor. The couple remained intimately connected, their breathing returning to normal as they enjoyed the feel of being in each other’s arms.
“I can’t tell you how much having you home right now means to me.” The sadness in whispered admission didn’t go unnoticed.
Wesley kissed her damp forehead. “You want to talk about it?”
Bianca spent the next few minutes telling him about the situation with her patient. Of course, she was careful not to disclose the woman’s name. As she shared her day, she could tell he was emotionally disconnecting. He hadn’t offered any words of comfort or understanding whatsoever. She should have known better than to steer the conversation into dangerous terrain.
Closing her eyes, she took a big breath. “Wesley, I really want to have a baby.”
“Not now,” he clipped out. The minute she started talking about that woman and her losing another baby, he knew she was going to start in on him. She better be taking those damn birth control pills, he angrily thought to himself.
Disengaging from his now slackened hold on her, she sat up boldly glaring down at him. “Then when? Every time the subject of a baby comes up you shut down on me.”
Bolting from the floor, he was now glaring down at her. “If I’d known you were going to nag the hell out of me, I would’ve stayed the hell where I was!”