“Are you injured? Are you okay?” My heart sped up. I looked at the time and realized 2 AM was the wrong time for me to have an adrenaline rush.
As always, Ellis calmed my worst fears. “I’m completely fine baby. I wasn’t anywhere near the blast. A couple of guys I met over here weren’t so lucky. One guy lost part of his leg. Another’s dead.”
My heart already grieved for the loss of life, but it hurt even more when he shared that the deceased deployed only 3 months after his wife had given birth to their second child. The devastation of losing your husband only three months after giving birth had to be unmatched with any other agony on Earth, and here I was emotional over the fact my husband, who was alive and well, wasn’t able to return an email in a couple of days. I had to check myself.
Ellis and I spent the rest of our conversation catching up. I told him about what happened at work, about Alejandro, and Alejandro’s awkward behavior at work, including how I’d catch him staring at me when he thought I wasn’t looking.
“He’d better watch it,” Ellis joked. “He doesn’t want me to show up at the office.”
“Hush.” I gasped in mock shock. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Don’t play with me,” he said. “You’re mine. Nobody else’s. Don’t make me give him a shiner.”
I could feel myself blush. My cheeks burned hard enough to nearly glow in the dark. Ellis wasn’t the insanely jealous and possessive type, he had a hint of territorial behavior that reared its head every now and then. I had no problem with it; I thought it was sexy, because he had no problem letting the world know I was completely his. I knew he was joking, but as they say, every joke is funny because there’s a bit of truth within it.
“You know what I miss?” He said, lowering his voice. “I miss being inside you. I miss hearing you moan my name when I’ve got your legs over my shoulders and I’m pounding your tight pussy. And I miss the way your soft skin feels in my hands, when I’m gripping you and you’re riding on top of me, screaming and making that wet pussy cum all over my cock.”
“Oooh,” I moaned. It was already 3 in the morning, and I needed to be up by 6 AM. As impossible as it had been to sleep, it was inconceivable to get off. I had been without an orgasm – or a good night’s sleep – in over a week.
Reaching over to the drawer in my nightstand, I opened it and pulled out my little pink vibrator. It wasn’t as powerful as my Hitachi Magic Wand, but it would do the trick. I leaned against my headboard, letting my legs spread a little as I slid the cool device against my panties.
Making the most of what we had left of our time, I took no time getting to the point.
“Tell me how bad you want to fuck me.”
***
The weather was stormy and dreary, a far contrast from my mood. I was on an emotional high after speaking to my baby last night. Every torrential emotion I felt over the last week seemed to have dissolved from my soul and into the atmosphere, because the rain was coming down unapologetically.
Calling in sick, I decided, was best to remedy today. I needed an entire day to myself, to sleep. I was both exhausted and elated after learning my husband was okay, and the crazy wild phone sex that followed. Even though he wasn’t here to touch me, hearing his deep baritone groan for me was enough. I couldn’t get enough of all the dirty promises he whispered in my ear when he encouraged me to cum for him.
The only thing that sucked was that he wasn’t here to hold me after I climaxed, pulling my hair behind my ear and telling me how beautiful I looked with that post-O glow all over me. Nothing would ever top that.
When we got off the phone, Ellis promised he would contact me as soon as possible, and not to worry because he’d be home before I knew it.
“I love you,” he said.
“I love you too baby.” I waited for him to hang up, because I couldn’t bear to do it myself.
Chapter 7: Natalia
Work was pretty slow today, so after the head librarian left, I spent time on Pinterest pinning baby clothes. I had a secret board called Baby Girl, where I indulged my fantasies of the daughter I’d one day hoped to have.
Pinning images of pink and crème colored clothes from Little Trendsetter, Addy’s Closet, and The Couture Baby were the highlights of my day. These pins were my escape; imagining the joy it’d be to have another child was an exceptional fantasy in contrast to current reality.
Hollis completely shut me out after the rose argument. He didn’t acknowledge me in the morning, when it was time to get Jordan ready for daycare. He certainly wasn’t bothered to speak to me during the day, and at night, after work, if he did come home on time, he’d take dinner, if I made it, and toss his dishes in the sink. The few times he noticed I were alive had to do with Jordan forcing it upon us.