The Best Apology

I came home from work and headed straight to the kitchen after I announced that I was home. I recently received a significant raise in my salary and planned to celebrate by having a special dinner with my husband. He was the first person I told as I was over-the-moon with my news and he suggested we should celebrate; I immediately agreed. Roughly ten minutes passed and I still had not even heard a response, nor had I heard footsteps. I sighed and walked out of the kitchen and called for him again.

No response.

Fantastic.

His jeep is here, but he’s not? Where the fuck is he?

Just wanted to let you know I’m home. Wondering where you are. Hope you’re okay. Love you!

A half hour passed and he still hadn’t arrived. When an hour passed, I was worried and a bit frustrated; dinner was almost ready and the dining room table was set. I just had to serve the food and grab the wine along with the glasses.

Zack, where the fuck are you? Dinner’s almost ready.

It was nearing ninety minutes and I decided just to place the food on the table. When it reached two hours, I texted him one more time before eating.

This isn’t funny! Just text me for fuck’s sake.

I added anger to my list of emotions by this point, so if he doesn’t have a proper explanation as to why he has not answered his phone, I will chew his ass out. Five minutes later, I heated up my dinner and sat alone at the dining room table. With a frown, I dug into my food and tried to enjoy it, but that was difficult. He never arrived while I was eating nor when I was done. I set my plate in the sink and laid on the couch, turning on the tv and finding something to watch.

Why has he not gotten a hold of me? He can’t possibly be doing this on purpose.

Halfway into the movie I was watching, the front door opened and I walked into the dining room and sat down.

“I’m home! Sorry I was late.”

I didn’t respond. He didn’t get a hold of me, so I’m giving him the same treatment.

“Bailey? Where are you?”

Where the fuck do you think I’m at?

His footsteps came closer and I crossed my legs along with my arms once he was in sight.

“Oh, there you…”

“Where were you?”

“I was out with one of my friends and I lost track of time.”

“And you couldn’t bother to call or text me? Let me know you’re alive?”

I was fuming.

“I must’ve accidentally turned my phone on silent.”

On a day you’re supposed to have dinner with your wife… funny.

“On today of all days. I was looking forward to this, Zack.” I said, standing up.

He attempted to touch my shoulder, but I backed away.

“I’m sorry.”

“You said that already.”

“What can I do to make it up to you?”

I bit my lip.

“You can start by eating the delicious dinner that I made after I got home from work… you know, the place where I got my salary raise which is the reason why I made this meal in the first place.”

“You ate…”

“Yeah… now, I’m gonna take a bath. I had a long day.” I said, placing a hand on his chest.

He was left speechless as I imagined he gazed at me as I exited the room. I sighed as our large bathtub began filling with water; I hoped I would be sharing a bath with him tonight, but he ruined it by being a dick. I added bubble bath before I started undressing and taking off my makeup. Once the tub was filled, I gently entered the tub and sat down, hoping to relax with bubbles surrounding me. Thirty minutes later, I began draining the tub and started to dry myself; I got out of there carefully and wrapped a towel around my body. I heard a knock on the door and shook my head.

"Yes?" I asked politely.

I was surprised at how I was speaking because I’m still not happy with him.

“Can I come in?”

“I guess so.”

I was washing my face when he entered the bathroom.

“Did you have a nice bath?”

“Yeah… would’ve been nicer with you, though.” I said, not even looking at him.

I dried my face and exited the bathroom to get dressed. I was in only my panties when he came into our bedroom.

“I’m an idiot.”

I turned around once I put on a nightgown.

“You can say that again. What you did shouldn’t have even happened. Just one text or call would’ve sufficed. I was worried, too by the way, asshole.”

A tear escaped that I quickly wiped away since I didn’t want to appear vulnerable.

“Bailey…”

He dared to reach out and touch me and I begrudgingly let him. He put his hands on my shoulders and pressed his forehead against mine which caused me to smile just a little; I couldn’t help it because he has this effect on me. He has a way of making me smile the way no one else does which seems effortless and I don’t know what I’d without him even if he pisses me off like the way he did tonight.

“What else can I do?”

Just forgive him. Who else would put in this much effort to be forgiven?

“Take my clothes off.”

He separated and smirked.

“Then, will I be forgiven?”

“It all depends on how you make me feel in bed.” I said in a breathy tone.

Zack didn’t say anything but remove my nightgown and push me onto the bed before he took his own clothing off. I moved to the head of the bed and watched him. He was down to his briefs when he climbed onto the bed until he was hovering over me. I propped my arms up and pressed my lips to his, bringing him down to my level.

“You are breathtaking.” he said before approaching my neck.

Oh, what he does to me.

As his lips caressed my skin, a soft moan escaped my lips. When he began sucking on my neck like a vampire, I shut my eyes and sighed. He traveled downward to my breasts and that’s when I grasped the sheets.

“I love you.” I gasped as he flicked a nipple.

He rubbed my breasts including my nipples then he laid kisses down my torso until his hands landed on my crotch.

Take my panties off now. I can’t take it.

A lone finger ran down my panty clad pussy which was getting wetter by the second. He took my panties off and tossed them across the room. He pulled my legs apart and stuck his head between them.

“Perfect.” he said before taking a lick.

I bucked my hips when his tongue reached my opening. He delved his tongue into me and looked up at me. After doing that for a matter of seconds; he sucked and licked my labia, taking his time before even making a decision to touch my clit.

“Fuck, Zack.”

He took a break and propped himself to kiss me.

“You’re such a tease.”

“You love it.” he said, reaching down to rub me.

I moaned as he rapidly rubbed my clit. I bucked my hips and shut my eyes.

“Please, fuck me. Please.” I pleaded.

I did not get my wish as he continued his wonderful assault on my pussy; that man is surely talented. It wasn’t that long at all before I lost it and came, panting as I tried to catch my breath.

“How was that?” he said, lying beside me.

I laughed and turned onto my side to see him smirking.

“Amazing. Thank you, but…”

“But, what?”

“You’re still not forgiven. Thought I’d let you know. In case you forgot.”

“There’s no way I could possibly forget. I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you, too.”

I shimmied my way so that I was halfway on him and could kiss him. He swiftly pulled me on top of him and ran his hands through my hair, smiling up at me before capturing my lips in a kiss which turned into a makeout session. I hadn’t felt this hungry for him a long time and I was gonna savor this… savor him.

“Someone’s hungry.” he stated after a few minutes.

“Someone needs to take his briefs off. It’s not fair that I’m completely naked and you’re not.”

“You couldn’t be more right.”

“Those are words that I love to hear.”

“Can it wait a moment, though?”

“I guess so.” I said, burying my face in his shoulder.

What he wasn’t expecting was me sliding my hand down and sneaking a finger underneath the waistline of his briefs; he gasped.

“You’re impatient. Aren’t you?”

“Do you blame me?”

“Not really. I put you through hell, tonight.”

You can say that again.

“That you did.”

I moved my hand back to where it originally was and relaxed into my safe place. His hand ran up and down my back which was soothing, but I was ready for him to finish apologizing.

“That feels nice.” I sighed.

The last time he did that, it landed on my ass, so I decided to grind into his crotch, hoping to get a reaction; he groaned. He flipped me over and stepped out of bed to finally remove his briefs and reveal his growing erection.

“Guess you win.”

I bit my lip and tried to hide my smirk as he slipped on a condom.

“Yep.”

I laughed as he swung me around and outstretched his legs, pulling me to him closely as possible. He left one hand on my ass and the other close to my right breast. I bent my legs and kept both wrists on his shoulder.

“Ready?” he asked, looking up at me.

“You have no idea.” I said breathily.

It wasn’t so much thrusting as it was rocking back-and-forth but felt amazing nonetheless; we rarely have sex this way since it's usually rough and passionate. Each time I looked into his eyes which was a few times, I only saw love and by the time I was on the verge, I kissed him. In a matter of seconds, I let go and looked at him with a smile; he smiled back and kissed me.

"I love you, Bailey."

"I love you, Zack."

Moments later, we separated and I made a quick trip to the bathroom before returning to bed where my husband was nowhere to be found; I internally rolled my eyes.

"Zack? Where'd you go?"

He wasn't upstairs, so I put on my nightgown once again and walked downstairs. I found him in the kitchen with his bare back to me while he looked through the fridge; I wolf-whistled. I startled him and he turned around.

“Hey.” he said.

“Hey. You hungry?”

“I need something sweet.”

“That’s not me?” I asked, walking toward him.

“Although nothing or no one is sweeter than you, I do.”

I blushed.

“Such a sweet talker. What were you thinking?”

He shrugged. I shook my head and opened up the freezer and saw two pints of ice cream. I smiled and took them out, handing one to Zack with a spoon and walked away with mine.

“How dare you assume I want ice cream… what if I wanted cheesecake?” he said.

“I know you like the back of my hand.” I said, smiling.

We sat down on the couch and he turned on the tv.

“You’re too smart.”

“Never heard that before. Thank you.”

“You are welcome.”

He kissed my cheek and his lips turned out to be sticky. I giggled and pushed him away.

“Why are you laughing?”

“Your lips are sticky.”

He responded by kissing my lips.

“Now, yours are sticky.”

He continued to kiss me as I didn’t come up with a response; I wasn’t complaining… how could I? It continued on until ice cream spilled onto me then I complained.

“Fuck.” I said, pulling apart.

It was cold, sticky and on my nightgown.

“Sorry.”

“No biggie. I’ll just throw it in the washer.”

“I can do that for you.”

“You just like to take my clothes off.”

“True, but…”

“But… what?”

I paused, knowing he had a point.

“Ok. How about this? We put the ice cream away, you take my nightgown off and throw it in the washer, then meet me upstairs.”

“How about I take care of those first few things, then I’ll meet you upstairs?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

He smirked and took our ice cream back into the freezer. I watched as he walked back into the living room; I stood up and lifted my arms so he could remove my nightgown.

“See you, soon, beautiful.” he said, capturing my lips into a kiss.

“See ya, soon.” I said intoxicated.

While I headed upstairs, he went in the opposite direction. Seeing how disappointed I was when I took a bath alone tonight, I walked into the bathroom. However, instead of running a bath again, I decided on the shower. I dropped my panties and put on a robe, waiting to turn on the water. A few minutes later, I heard his voice along with his footsteps and I had to bite my lip to keep myself from smiling too much. My heart raced as the doorknob turned and even more so when I saw Zack.

“Hey.” he said, shutting the door.

“Hey. So, how do you feel about showering?” I said, licking my lips.

“Only if you’re in there with me.”

He smirked, touching the sash on my robe. I took his hand away and backed up, slowly removing my robe and letting it drop to the floor. He quickly lost his clothing and turned on the water in the shower, adjusting it to just the right temperature.

“After you, Mrs. Merrick.”

“Why thank you, Mr. Merrick.”

I stepped inside and backed myself against a wall, not taking my eyes off him. He grabbed my hips and I hooked my legs around his waist.

“Fuck me.”

Without any hesitation, that is exactly what he did; my nails dug into his back as he thrust in-and-out of me. When I came, I buried my head into his chest until I could catch my breath. After a quick shower, I put on a clean nightgown and brushed my hair, not bothering to dry it. I laid in bed, not wanting to go back downstairs despite the fact that we had ice cream in the freezer.

“Not hungry?” Zack asked, walking into our bedroom.

I shrugged.

“I know one thing, though.”

“And what’s that?”

He climbed onto the bed and faced me.

“You are forgiven.”

“I was beginning to think I wasn’t gonna be forgiven. It’s been a while since we were in bed.”

“I was overwhelmed by how amazing you made me feel that I forgot. I’m sorry.”

“You have no need to apologize. I was the asshole today.”

I smiled then kissed him.

“Could you try and not to do something like this again?”

“Of course.”

I believed him one-hundred percent, but I had to admit that I wouldn’t mind another apology like that one.

Notes