“If it’s enthusiasm you want, I’ll show you enthusiasm.” His eyes darken. With a curve of his lips, he hovers above me, caging me between him and the lounger, then he yanks my thighs apart.
I gasp at the cool night air hitting my sensitive spot, still slick with his cum.
His mouth parts as his eyes rake over my aching pussy, still weeping and desperate for attention despite me wanting to claw my way free. I’m in the five stages of stress response and right now I’m in freeze mode as his hot breath lands on my clit.
“My tongue’s always been faster than my dick.” His mouth smothers my sensitive area, then sliding between my folds, his tongue swirls around my throbbing bud.
My legs tremble as he pins them down, his hands squeezing the flesh on my inner thighs.
Alex groans into me, sucking and licking at my clit, his teeth nip at my folds and he inhales my scent as if getting himself high. “Is this enthusiastic enough for you?” Not waiting for an answer, he buries his tongue inside me.
I cry out. My hands holding onto the lounger. “Alex.” My hips lift, needing more of that tongue inside me, then he growls into my pussy. My walls clench, every ring of muscle contracting around his tongue as my body shakes. The heat from his mouth travels through my veins like an electrical current, making my limbs jerk as it zaps every nerve ending, making me zing with ecstasy.
Despite the cloudy sky, I see the heavens. A kaleidoscope of colours swirl in a never-ending galaxy as my body thrums withwhite heat. Everything seems hazy as I come down from the high and I focus on the moon peeking through the clouds.
Alex hovers above me, blocking out the light of the night sky, then something hard thrusts inside me, taking my breath away.
My eyes widen, focussing on Alex and connecting with his dark brown irises. “I thought you couldn’t go again till morning?”
He pounds into me with a bruising thrust, his thick, hard cock hitting that delicious spot inside me. “There’s something about my ex-wife coming on my tongue that got my engine going again.” Swooping down, he claims my lips, his tongue dipping into my mouth, licking around mine. I taste the salty and sweet arousal, a mixture of both of us on his tongue.
I wrap my hands around his biceps, loving how they feel beneath my palms, but I can’t do much other than cling to him as he continues to pound into me at voracious speed.
“We’re gonna come together this time,” he says against my lips, then licks my tongue again.
I hum against his mouth, unable to speak with his tongue fucking my mouth and my body jerking under him with each thrust of his pelvis. I’m like a rag doll at his mercy and I love it.
“Come for me, Merry. Come with me.” He groans against my mouth, his pelvis rubbing against my clit as he thrusts deeper.
My toes curl. I arch my back. White heat spreads through my belly.
“That’s it, Merry, come on my cock like a good wife.” Sweat coats his forehead as he drives into me harder.
I’m a quivering mess as tingles fire from my centre, my walls pulsing around him. I’m like a pool of jelly, but I didn’t miss how he called me wife. As I gaze into his eyes, it’s like no time’s passed between us. His eyes are still the same deep brown pools that I lost myself in all those years ago, as if we haven’t aged at alland we’re still in our twenties, with all the exciting promises that life has to offer.
Alex drives into me again, groaning with his release and panting for breath as he crashes on top of me, barely holding himself up, his heavy breaths warming my neck as he kisses me there.
My heart stutters, as if remembering how I loved this man. It beats wildly against his chest like it wants to escape my rips and fuse itself with his, where it once belonged. I don’t think it ever fully healed when I severed our ties.
Emotions clog my throat and threaten to leak from my eyes. I want to punch him in the face, pound his chest for walking away from our marriage. I may have been the one to initiate the divorce, but he never fought for me. He never flew in and tried to convince me otherwise. Years of therapy to accept our fate and now it’s all out the window. And instead of hitting him, I cling to him, wrapping my arms around him and soaking up as much of him as I can, hoping it will sustain me for another twenty years without him.
Chapter Six
ALEX
Idon’t bother dressing in my usual suit and tie before heading down to breakfast. I need coffee and the aroma of bacon sizzling in the pan is like a beacon to my stomach, signalling me down the stairs, or maybe it’s Merry that has me rushing to breakfast in my shorts and t-shirt.
My stomach grumbles, upset from the alcohol I drank last night and empty from all the extra calories burned during my workout. A smile stretches my lips, thinking of last night, then my grumbling stomach ties itself in knots as I walk into the kitchen and see her bright merry face.
She stops talking to Blanche as I approach the breakfast bar. Her gaze drifts over my casual clothing and she bites her lip.
I want to walk around the breakfast bar to where she sits, take her face in my palms and kiss her mouth, but I need to gauge her reaction to last night before I make a fool of myself in front of Blanche. “Morning.”
“Morning. About time you let yourself rest and sleep in,” Blanche says with her back to me as she cooks at the stovetop.
“Did you sleep well?” I ask Merry as I sit across from her at the breakfast bar.
She pulls the tie tight on her dressing gown around her waist.
