Heartbreak Warfare :: Chapter Five

Bo's head protested as his eyelids allowed the morning sun access to his pupils. He squeezed his eyes shut, attempting to block out the light. He wasn't ready to be awake. Every inch of his body ached. He felt nauseous. His whole mouth was dry and there was a terrible taste lingering on his tongue. As he became more awake, he became more aware. He peered sideways at the body lying next to him. When he realized it was Hope's body tangled up with his, his eyes popped open. He peered under the sheet. He wasn't naked. He looked over at her, curled up beside him. She was still sound asleep and he could see she still wore a nightgown. His heart fluttered as he allowed himself the chance to stare at her. She looked peaceful. The beauty that radiated from her features was undeniable. Sometimes he swore they were just an accident. They didn't make any sense in the grand scheme of things, but here she was lying next to him and she was beautiful. He was mad as hell at her, but staring at her in that moment he could feel nothing but love and gratitude.

God, he needed her. Just lying next to her in silence eased his pain in ways nothing and no one else could. She had been his for so long, it was hard to fathom. His eyes trailed down the length of her dark hair that splayed out across the pillow. He had always enjoyed playing with the soft silky strands. He remembered all the times her hair tickled his face or sprawled across his chest when she would lay her head on his shoulder. He rested his gaze on the slow rise and fall of her chest. Ample cleavage peered back at him from the top of her nightgown. Bo instantly felt his body responding and he tore his eyes away from her. He sat up straight, attempting to hide the sudden growth near his groin, but regretted the quick movement. A wave of dizziness swarmed his foggy brain. Hope moaned at the sudden movement, clearly not ready to be awake either. The sound made Bo's problem worse and he groaned at the tightness that screamed back at him from beneath his boxer briefs.

"Bo?" Hope was sitting upright beside him, "Are you okay? I'm so sorry, I can't believe I slept this late. I was going to get you breakfast, and medicine. How do you feel?"

Bo was trying to think of anything in the world but his hot wife in her favorite, barely there silky nightgown in the bed next to him. He inhaled slowly, counting to ten.

"Bo?" Hope repeated when he didn't respond.

Her hand rubbed his shoulder. An innocent mistake, but it sent Bo spiraling out of control. He craved her like a shark craves blood.

"Hope, I…." Bo fumbled for words as he hesitated to look her in the eyes, but he couldn't seem to formulate any thoughts that didn't have to do with being naked and inside of her.

Hope cupped his cheek with her hand, forcing him to look at her, "Bo you're scaring me. What's wrong?"

When he allowed her to look into his eyes, she knew. This had been a quite normal occurrence for most of their married life. She blushed lightly as her eyes fell to the crumpled mess of sheets hiding the stiff problem between his legs.

"Do you want me to leave?" Hope asked in a barely audible whisper.

Bo shook his head. He didn't have a clue what he was doing. He wasn't sure why she wasn't running for the hills. He felt like shit, but the raging hormones and his sudden sexual need for her trumped his hangover. He reached for her, pulling her face to his and pushing her back onto the bed. His skin was on fire at the touch of her. It had been too long since he'd been touched by anybody, but being touched by her sent his senses into overdrive.

He was surprised and grateful when she didn't say no. He could feel the goosebumps erupting on her skin at her instant arousal. She kissed him back, almost as eager to devour him as he clearly was to devour her. She could still taste alcohol on his tongue, but she didn't care. She couldn't care. She wanted him. He slipped her panties down, not bothering to discard her nightgown. He cried out when her hand wrapped around his shaft, freeing it from his boxers. His teeth tugged at her earlobe, and then left a sloppy trail down her neck to her collar bone. He didn't have a care in the world in that moment; only her heated skin touching his. He slipped two fingers into her walls, surprised to find them already ready for him.

"God, you're so wet." Bo grunted in pleasure, delirious with desire for the woman in front of him. He twisted his fingers inside of her, tickling her g-spot with a come-hither motion.

"Oh, Brady," Hope moaned into his mouth, their teeth clashing together.

Bo couldn't take it much longer, he was ready to release at the sound of her calling his name. He'd only dreamt of this repeatedly for two years. He pulled his fingers out. Hope nodded, opening her legs for his entrance. He needed no encouragement, and he thrust roughly and eagerly inside of her. The delight he found was indescribable. Desperation filled his every vein. He pulled her thigh up high on his waist, gripping it as he thrust repeatedly into her. She bit at his shoulder to keep her cries muffled.

"I wanna hear you FancyFace," Bo demanded as he grunted through desperate thrusts.

"Oh, God…" Hope whined as he stroked her most pleasurable spots and then couldn't control the scream that erupted from deep in her throat, "BO!"

Ragged breathing and moans from both of them filled the room.

"I'm coming…" Bo gasped, as his body jerked, "I can't…."

Hope held his face with both hands, happy to feel his release. She had missed being with him this way. She was so close, and being her husband, Bo knew. He went to work with his fingers, inserting two back inside and using his thumb to work her clit. He watched with a smirk as she thrashed beneath him. He hadn't lost his touch. It didn't take long before her body tensed and released her into a spine tingling orgasm.

Bo fell back beside her on the bed. He felt a swarm of thoughts, but mostly he felt relieved. They took a few moments of silence to catch their breath, basking in the glow of orgasm.

"Would you like me to make some coffee?" Hope asked, unsure of where their relationship was headed next.

"I'd love some." Bo agreed, "Mind if I shower first?"

"Of course not," Hope smiled and turned to look at him, "I'll go get the coffee started and see if I can find anything edible in the pantry."

Bo watched her pull her nightgown straps back onto her shoulders, and bend down to grab her silk robe from the floor. She slipped both arms into her robe, tied it and disappeared out into the hallway. He stared at the ceiling. He wasn't naive enough to think that all of their problems were solved, but he didn't regret for a single second being with her that way.