A/N: The morning after their night in the city. Definitely had fun with this chapter! Lol xx Mariah
It's an effort to get her eyes open, sleep crud gluing her lashes together. But as soon as she did, she immediately regretted it. The traitorous morning light pierced her unsuspecting eyes, and she groaned as she sluggishly lifted her hand to block it out. Suddenly, it was like her head started pounding all at once and she whimpered pathetically.
How much did she drink at dinner last night? Forcing her eyes open again, she squinted at her hand.
A lot.
Struggling into a sitting position, she swallowed a liquid burp as her stomach lurches, and then she shook her head. "Oh God," she croaked, hoping her voice carried far enough through the suite for Ned to hear.
She snapped around to find the time, which was a terrible idea because all at once her stomach and head protested in unison and as soon as her eyes land on the clock next to the bed, she jumped from bed to the bathroom.
It was eleven thirty. Ned's flight left at nine thirty.
She'd missed him before he left.
Bile rose in her throat and she kneeled down to puke her guts out in the toilet bowl. Once her stomach stopped heaving, she wiped her mouth with the nearest towel and grimaced, sitting up against the tub. She let the tears flow as she realized she missed saying goodbye to her husband. She wasn't going to see him again for three weeks.
That's when a fully dressed Ned walked in the bathroom eating an apple a moment later and threw some Advil her way.
"Ned! What the hell are you doing here?" She gasped and stood up, pulling him into a tight hug.
"I went to go get some Advil from the vending machine," he said, shrugging, his arm sliding up her back. "I knew you would need it."
"But," she stuttered. "Your flight was at nine thirty! I thought I'd missed you."
"It was canceled because of some huge storm system coming our way. I called base and they said to wait for the storm to clear out because there isn't anything flying right now." He explained. "So I've got another few days with you."
"You do?" She asked, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"I do," he whispered and then looked down smiling. "A little overdressed, aren't you?"
She looked over her bra and panties before palming him, feeling him harden a little at her touch. "Screw me, Ned," she groaned as he picked her up into his arms effortlessly and brought her back to the bed. "And you're the one fully dressed here."
With a chuckle, he set her down on her feet and tore the sheets and blankets back so they draped loosely over the footboard of the bed. There's nothing sweet about him when he turned back around, his green eyes surveying her like she's edible.
"I'm gonna miss you," he growled.
Her skin pebbled up with gooseflesh from neck to ankle from the lust in his voice. His hair was damp when she slid her hands in the golden curls at the nape of his neck when he covered her mouth with his own, swallowing the happy moan that bubbled up from her throat. His hand clasped her ass tightly as their pelvises grind together. She could already feel that he's rock hard and wondered briefly if he had been since he saw her. She wickedly hoped he had been.
His mouth left hers with a hollow pop and the very tip of his tongue traces a path from the tip of her chin to the corner of her jaw. He grazed against the skin under her ear before charting the muscles of her neck with his lips and front teeth, causing her to hiss. He picked her up and tossed her onto her bed, grunting at her as though he's frustrated with her wiggling underneath him; it's not like he hasn't ever mauled her neck before. She has had to wear scarves for days at a time to hide a couple of particularly embarrassing love bites before.
"Ned…careful, okay?" She gasped as she felt him nip particularly hard on one of her pulse points. "Only where they can't be seen, remember?"
Usually, he'd protest by way of murmuring something about how delicious her skin tastes, but this time he obeyed willingly and trailed his mouth down to undo the clasp in the front of her bra.
He pulled the scraps of lingerie from her body and latched onto her breasts. Her back arched up against him, her fingers weaving ever tighter in his hair as he suckled and lapped at the bud. She tugged on his hair to coax him to her other breast when his ministrations began to made her feel warm and over-sensitive, and while he willingly wrenched his mouth away, he paid no attention to the other. His nails raked gently over the curve of her ass and along her side as he rolled onto supporting himself on his left elbow. His eyes found hers in the darkness as he hovered over her, his lips painfully too far out of reach. He rose his right hand to his mouth and laved his tongue over his three center digits.
"Spread your thighs so I can touch you," he instructed. She whimpered, pressing her hand lightly on the top of his head. His laugh was a deep rumble from his chest; he loved to tease her about her lack of subtlety. "I can't watch your face when I have my tongue inside you. Let me touch you so I can watch you—watching you fall apart is the best foreplay."
Her knees fell open with his honey-coated words and he lowered his moistened fingers to the apex of her thighs, running up her thighs. Sometimes he'd run his fingers through the soft curls there to tease her or circle his fingertip at the very cleft of her opening until she thrust against his hand to get him to do something more. Today, he went straight for the gold and ripped her panties from her, causing her laugh as he pressed the pads of his fingers roughly against the already pulsing mound of her center.
"Oh," she whined as he circled the nub mercilessly. "Ned."
Her eyes closed as he worked her, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips just before she began to pant and claw at his sinewy shoulders. His fingers worked with well-practiced precision, almost as if he's winding the hands of a watch or spinning the dial of a combination lock as opposed to bringing her rapidly closer and closer to orgasm. Her knees locked and her toes pointed straight as her chest began to quake with the first wave of delight.
"That's my girl. That's my girl, Katie," he purred into her ear. "Katherine, oh baby let go."
Her hands flew to his muscular forearm for something to cling to as he somehow sped up, even more, sending her plummeting over the edge as he purred her full name in her ear again.
"Ned," she cried out.
Her heart pounded in her ears as she wrenched her eyes open to see him smiling down at her reverently. The kiss he placed on her lips was feather light and frustratingly brief, so he rolled over so he could lean back on his haunches, leaving her skin prickling with the loss of his body heat.
"Roll over onto your belly. Don't stick your ass up in the air or anything, just lay there and get cozy." He whispered. "Let me take care of everything else."
She trembled as she rolled over, crossing her arms over her head so she had something to rest her forehead on without being completely smothered. Her ears pricked up to identify the sound of his shirt whispering over his head as he yanked it off and the button-fly of his jeans separating so they could follow over the end of the bed. His weight shifted to the other side of the mattress and it took everything she had to not watch him.
There were nights for watching and there were nights for feeling everything—he clearly wanted this to be a night for the latter. She swallowed a heady whine when she heard the luscious rip of the foil packet Ned always seemed to have handy lately.
"No," she said, rolling over and sitting up.
"What?" He asked and then kissed her.
"What's one time gonna do? I want to feel you," she purred, her hands grasping his faced as she kissed him.
"One time can get you pregnant, Katherine." He warned, searching her eyes. "Unless…"
"Would that be so bad?" She asked, biting her lip. He hadn't thought about this, not really. He hadn't expected Katie to be so open, so soon. "Just forget it," she sighed and turned back around, pressing her chin to her forearm. "I'm not feeling well."
"I won't wear it if you don't want me too." He whispered, kissing her shoulder. He coaxed her to sit up and face him, smiling at her. "Oh, come on Katie. Look at me." She avoided his stare, but he sat on the bed next to her and cradled her face. Her eyes were glassy and wild, the corner of her mouth was chewed pink by her front teeth, and yet she had never, ever, looked more gorgeous. He felt the corners of his mouth rise up to what felt like right underneath his eyes before he leaned in and kissed her again and again. "You wanna have another baby?"
"Yes," she breathed.
"Well good," he laughed, lying her back down. "I do too."
She shuddered out the breath she'd been holding when his body settled on top of her, having been turned around like he wanted. He's only a scant few inches taller than she was, but his broader, stockier body covered hers completely and pressed her deep into her plush pillow top mattress. His lips pepped the curve of her shoulder as he insinuated his fingers between hers, coaxing her palms up to press flush against the solid wood panel of her headboard. She could feel the length of him slipping easily between her thighs, achingly closer and closer to her with every gentle thrust of his pelvis.
"Do you like this? How's it feel?" He grunted into her ear as his superior body weight pushed her ever deeper into the cushion below them.
"G-God Ned…" She panted, trying in vain to thrust her hips back enough so that the tip of him hooked against her entrance. "Please..." She swore she felt the very tip of his erection where she wanted it for a fraction of a second before he glided through her slit and toed briefly with her still pulsating center. "Oh god, Ned... please."
"That's not an answer, lovely. Do you like feeling me like this?" He whispered.
"Ned!" She keened as she tried to thrust her up again for the better angle. "Yes, but I want more..."
"You're ready for me to fuck you?" He chuckled, kissing her neck.
"I'm always ready for you to fuck me," she moaned, her voice muffled as she pressed her face into the mattress.
"I love that answer," his hands trailed down her sides, pinching the curve of her breasts and caressing the skin of her ass that wasn't covered by his body before he wedged his hands under her hip bones. She clamped down on the bow of her top lip with her bottom teeth as his pelvis drew back, knowing with the next thrust he'd be inside her. Only naturally, he didn't so much surge into her as much as his inches. But inch by lovely inch, his rigid length sheathed itself inside her and they both groaned in appreciation. "Sweet mother of Christ, Katherine. You're perfect," he bellowed as he began to rock in and out of her.
She sighed in appreciation as his tempo picked up and his head brushed blissfully against her front most wall. As if he knew exactly what she wanted (and maybe he did), he balled his hands into fists; the gentle lift was exactly what she needs. She buried her face in the fitted sheet beneath her to muffle just how loud she knew she was about to be.
It could be the muted sound of her cries into the mattress or the way she clenched and released her walls around him, but he sped up then and his breathing became heavy in her ear. It took an impressive amount of willpower, but she's able to choke back one of her squeals long enough to listen to him pant harder and harder as he tried to fuse her body into the mattress and make love to her senseless at the same time.
When he finally snapped his hips against her and snore profusely, she bit down into the fitted sheet again so she could call out her adoration of the man on top of her without waking the other hotel stayers.
"Come with me," he grunted as he pulled back, gasping as her ass in his hands. His palm came to smack it, and she grunted, keening against him. "Come with me, Katherine. You're close, I can tell."
She nodded, catching just the shortest gasp of fresh oxygen into her lungs before she began to thrash underneath him in wanton desperation to finish him off in the same sort of luscious way he always got her. She bore down on him inside her, squeezing her walls like a vice around him before she tossed her head to the side and caught his eye. His eyelids were heavily hooded, but she's able to make contact ever briefly before his mouth crashed down on hers. She inhaled through her nose almost as fast as she's panting it into his mouth, their tongues tangling into knots as he buried himself inside her deeper and deeper.
One of his fists uncured and inched towards her center; he only had to rub a couple of tight circles before she shattered around him, her entire body going rigid as she waited for him to follow her over the edge. He pulled his mouth away when he came so he could whimper out her name as he shuddered and slumped still on top of her.
As much as she loved the weight of him on top of her, she wiggled after a minute or two to coax him to roll onto his back. The air cooled her fevered skin and she drew a deep breath into her lungs just before he looped his arm under her chest and pulled her against his. She softly kissed his neck before resting her cheek against it and splayed her fingers out on his rapidly rising and falling stomach. He laughed that low, sexy chuckle she's sort of obsessed with as he ran the back of his hand across his sweaty forehead.
"What's so funny?" she whispered.
"Hmm? Oh, nothing. Just…nothing," he said as he sobered, placing a delicate kiss on her forehead. He didn't anticipate the hard pinch to his oblique from the way he whined out a pathetic "Ow!", followed by another chuckle.
"Tell me," she said.
He looked timid as he worried the corner of his mouth. He sighed before he spoke.
"I um…I was just wondering - if this was, you know, a couple of years back - what my grade for that might be." He replied.
The smile spread on her face for just a moment before she remembered that one of their ground rules included the occasional joke about their respective pasts in the years before this ever began.
"A-minus," she said impishly, glancing up at the horrified look on his face.
"A-minus?! What the hell?" He sat up, looking down at her.
She shook her head as she rolled onto her back, feigning a wide yawn. "You skipped the oral exam," she smirked.
He chuckled, like he did before, and licked his lips. "Can I get a makeup test, Mrs. Banks?"