There wasn't too much of anything that David could do to take Brie's mind off of the fact that Malachai was learning to shoot a gun. She gave every adult in the house a massage that day, full body massages at that, and her mind was still a torrent of concern. Her hands never faltered, though, and you couldn't tell it in her touch or her face. She was the calm before the storm.
"Brie, breathe", David told her at one point during the day. She was sitting at the kitchen table filling out her SOAP notes after giving Tina a massage. She sat for several moments, even after David spoke, and stared unbreathing into space. He snapped his fingers in front of her face.
She blinked. "I'm sorry, what were we talking about?"
"Brie, honey, you quit breathing there for a second. Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, David."
"Who did you just work on? Don't look at the folder, either. Tell me from memory."
She stared at him. "You. I just got done working on you, didn't I?"
"No. You just finished working on Tina, baby. I ask again, is everything ok?"
"Yeah, why wouldn't it be?"
"Because you keep staring off into space, and you can't remember whose file you have in front of you. Is this all because of Malachai?"
"FUCK!", she cursed under her breath. "Yeah. I'm just distracted, that's all. I thought maybe working would help me focus, and God knows I'm trying, but I can't. I just can't keep my mind from wondering to what Malachai is doing right now."
"Do you have anyone else to work on?"
"Who all HAVE I worked on?"
"Let me think. You've worked on me, Danny, Mikey, John, Tina, and Kristen, I think." He looked at the stack of files that were sitting to the left of her. "My I look at the names to see if you're worked on Nicole or not?"
She scooted to files toward him. "Here."
He read over the names. "Ok, you HAVE worked on Nicole. Do you remember anything from Tina's massage?"
She looked at him blankly for a few moment, then shook her head. "Not a fucking thing."
He sighed. "Ok, that's it. I'm going to take your mind off of Malachai for a little while the best way I can think of." That being said, he pulled her to her feet, picked her up over his shoulder, and carried her off to their bedroom.
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Once the door was closed and locked behind him, David set his wife on the bed. Well, more like dropped her on the bed. She was barefooted, so he didn't have to worry about pulling off her sneakers or anything like that. All he had to do was get her out of the scrubs. That won't be a problem, he thought to himself as his lips connected to hers and he fed at her mouth hungrily.
She responded immediately, pulling her scrub top off over her head and pulling at the tank top he wore. It didn't take him long to ignite her passion and craving for him, and he knew it wouldn't.
He pulled her to her feet so that he could work the pants off her hips and let them fall to the floor on gravity's accord. There was nothing like the feel of her soft body under his rough hands. Even the thought of touching her skin made him hot. He pulled her tightly against the front of his body, letting her feel just how excited she made him.
Once she had his shirt free of his body, her hands went to work on his jeans. She had just barely gotten the button freed before he tore his lips from hers, spun her around and bent her over the edge of the bed.
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She screamed. Every thrust made her scream. Every touch made her scream. His lips, his hands... everything. He'd even paused long enough to make her scream with his tongue. There wasn't anything that he did that didn't make her scream for him.
His teeth grazed her neck and she was undone. She hit that blissful plateau, calling his name. Yet, he was undeterred. He wanted her mind to leave the place it had been previously and focus on him. He could feel that she was still worried; still thinking about things other than what were going on at that very moment. He withdrew from her slowly and she cried out, "No, please, David, don't stop."
He slammed back into her as hard as he could, and did so repeatedly. Over and over again until she came for him again, screaming her pleasure into the mattress. That was what he wanted to hear. He wanted her screaming for him. Thinking ONLY about what was happening at that moment; of his body moving in and out of hers.
He pulled out and flipped her over to face him. He wanted to look into her eyes the next time she came. He angled her hips so that he could re- enter her with minimal trouble and pummeled her.
With every stroke, her cries got louder. This is what she'd needed all along. She needed her husband to take control and make her forget... forget... She knew she had been freaking out for a reason, but now, for the life of her she couldn't remember what it was. Oh well, if it were important, I'd remember, she thought to herself as she pulled her husband down so that she could devour his lips.
His kiss ate her cries as he leaned over her, still pushing forward, pushing himself toward his peak. He could feel it coming. He could feel his release was just moments away. Three, four, five more thrusts and he was undone. He spilled into her and collapsed on top of her shivering.
"Now, was I supposed to be remembering something before you carried me up here?" she asked him with a breathless laugh.
"No. You were supposed to be forgetting something", he responded just as breathlessly. "Looks like I succeeded in making that happen."
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