But I couldn’t do that. Not if I intended to save my marriage.
I squirmed a bit, enough to feel a growing bulge in his boxers. That wasn’t good.
When he reached around and embraced me, his hands played across my stomach, taut from my two-hour daily workouts. I felt tingles from my stomach to my neck where his hot breath whispered across my skin.
I grasped his hand and tried to guide it to my breasts. My desire for him battled with my need for him to remain limp.
His hand didn’t budge though and remained on my stomach, although his forearms supported the bottom of my breasts. That alone was enough for me to shiver and let out a moan.
“Patience, Scarlet. You’re supposed to surrender to the enjoyment of the experience. I’m in charge, though.”
“Should I tell you what feels good?” The question came out like a whispered moan.
“You don’t have to speak. Your body is telling me what you like.”
He wasn’t wrong. I felt betrayed by my body at that moment. Something I had never really experienced. I was used to being in control. The only man who had ever had the upper hand on me had been Dirk, and he had always read my body well.
When his hands traced the edges of my lace bra along the tender flesh of my breasts, my back arched and my butt pressed against him. My head fell to his shoulder and I could almost kiss him.
I could see his eyes were intent on the task. Those dark, intense eyes focused on caressing my body and bringing me pleasure. The worst thing, though, was that his hard-on had grown.
Was that really a bad thing?
I had been certain to pick a bra with thin, almost see-through fabric, and my nipples showed easily. He ran his fingers along the fabric and around the nipples, making my areolas pebble in excitement. I gasped, as much from his lack of touching my nipples as from his actual caresses.
As my heartbeat quickened and my breath came faster, he moved both hands down the middle of my belly. I thought I could relax until his hands reached my panties.
I wore a black thong with thin strings pulled up over my hip bones and a small triangle of black cloth, which barely covered my smaller triangle of red pubic hair. I had groomed it that way just for tonight. It looked like an arrow pointing down towards my pussy and had been such a turn on for him the night we first made love in Cozumel.
On that memorable trip, as the ocean beat softly against the shore outside his beach front resort, he had devoured my pussy with his mouth and tongue and then fucked me vigorously. I used my body and my skills at seduction to get him to concede one minor point in my prenup. He had been mine ever since that trip.
Until he wasn’t.
I had to win him back or destroy him. I preferred the former, but would settle for the latter.
His hands traced my inner thigh. Being taller than me, he could reach them, but he bent me forward the farther he reached. When his hands came back up, they teased along the outside of my wet pussy lips. I could just make out a wet spot forming on the thin fabric.
“Oh, Dirk.” I gasped before I could catch myself.
“I know all the ways to please you, Scarlet.”
“Then why don’t you do it more? You moved out so abruptly.”
“Things have changed.”
“What has changed? Don’t I turn you on anymore?”
His hands didn’t stop caressing my skin, making a circle around my belly, to my breasts, and back to my soaked panties.
“You are very attractive, Scarlet, but there’s more to a relationship than being turned on.”
“That night you didn’t come home. The night after, you couldn’t get hard. That Sunday, you said you wanted to divorce me. It all seemed so abrupt.”
He grabbed both of my breasts, causing me to gasp, and he angled his hips, pushing his cock against my ass. Even through the fabric of his briefs, I felt like I could feel the ripples and blood vessels against my bare ass. He let out a long sigh, which was so close to a moan.
He was definitely turned on.
“I was confused. I needed time to think.” He slipped his fingers just under my panties and stopped short of my clit.
