He laughs. “Oh, I like all right.”
He doesn’t waste a second. With a hard tug, he pulls them over my rear, and his mouth lands on my ass cheek. He licks a slow line down to my thigh, and I think I might just pass out from the desire. His beard scratches my soft flesh but I absolutely love it. I want more.
“Fuck, I want you so badly, Corrie.” His words are cracked at the edges. He’s hard and aroused. I don’t need to see the evidence. I just know it. I could have him inside me right now if I wanted, but I’m determined to stick to my guns.
I turn to face him, and he leans in for a kiss. When our lips meet, my mouth opens for his. I know I should pull away, but I can’t. I’ve missed his kiss so much.
But what are we doing? We can’t keep doing this. I’ve made a decision to leave him, and he needs to accept it. He can’t keep doing this to me. He needs to let me move on with my life.
I push him away reluctantly. “No kissing,” I say, breathless. His face falls, his eyes darken. He’s wounded, hurt by my sudden rejection. I can’t look at him anymore. I turn my back to him again and get on my knees. “Can you touch me?” I ask him. I need this. I need the release.
He doesn’t respond for the longest time, and I’m vulnerable in front of him, naked, aroused and desperate, my breasts hanging, my pajama pants around my knees.
When his long finger finally reaches under and slides along my sex, I exhale a sigh of pure pleasure. He grabs my rear hard with one hand, and with the other, he explores. With each amazing stroke, I’m brought closer. I moan out loud, losing myself in the moment. “God, yes, baby. That feels so good.”
“Come for me, baby,” he whispers. “I want to hear you.”
I press myself against his hand as he slides his skilled finger back and forth in rhythmic motions — he knows just how to touch me. He slides a finger inside hard, and teases my G spot. That’s when I absolutely lose it. I moan and scream myself into a stupor, until my climax finally recedes. I let out a huge breath as I fall onto the mattress. I’m spent.
“Fuck, that was good.”
He laughs. “Well, you know me. Iamgood.”
“I know you are. That’s why you’re so damn hard to quit.”
His smile fades. “Then why quit me?”
I pull the bedsheet over my breasts. “You know why.”
“Don’t cover yourself,” he pleads as he pulls the sheet back. “You’re beautiful.”
I smile. He’s beautiful too. Those dark bedroom eyes will be the end of me. I’m suddenly brought back to our wedding day. I was convinced that I’d married the most beautiful man on earth — inside and out. And the sad thing is… I still think that. This is why I know that he deserves better than this.
I kneel up on the bed. “Your turn.”
His smile is coy. “What?”
“Lie back,” I command.
He grins as he gladly stretches back on my bed. I slide my hands over his sculpted chest and admire him for a few seconds before I move down and pull off his flannel plaid pants. His erection is glorious, and I can tell that he’s very eager.
This won’t take long at all.
I brush my hair over one shoulder, lower my head and take him in my mouth.
