CHARLOTTE

Benjamin cupped the back of my head to tilt my neck. He then buried his face in my neck. When he started sucking my skin, I already knew where this was going. “Ben! Ben, wait!” I whimpered, trying to pull away from him. He looked at me, a hurt feeling crossed his eyes.

“We are here for something important. Let me do that first. And what would Nana think?” I tried to knock some sense into him.

“What else to think here? We are married.” He tried to argue. But I was already pulling away from him. Benjamin laid down on my bed. His hands were under his head....