Bereft (Seven Year Itch #2)(24)

Without warning, he picked me up in his arms, carrying me over to the bed. There was no time to tell him to go somewhere else. When I dropped down on the mattress, I was silently pleading for him to join me. I sat up, tugging on the button of his trousers. He stopped me and lifted my chin with one finger. “Are you sure you want this?”

I nodded, reaching for another kiss.

“What if your husband comes back?”

“Don’t talk.”

His lips brushed over mine leisurely. It was obvious he knew what he was doing. This person I’d considered a kid was proving me wrong. His touch was electric. Like a shock to my broken heart, he coursed his mouth over my neck, his tongue tracing lines as he went. I closed my eyes and felt nothing but pleasure. The pain ripping through me was dissipated. Though temporary, it was working. I wanted this. I needed to feel wanted. This man desired me. He was with me, and he was enjoying himself.

I didn’t fight it when he lifted my tank top over my head. He held it up in the air, only visible by the light of the moon coming in through the large double window. When it dropped, I swear it moved in slow motion. His lips were on mine again, sucking on my bottom lip, pulling it until I wanted to cry out, then finally letting go. He drug his teeth down my neck, breathing deeply so it tickled. Both hands massaged my breasts. When I moved my hands to touch him, he took them and raised them above my head. I closed my eyes, feeling every inch of skin he was caressing.

My nipples were oversensitive. He licked over one, sucking the whole mound into his mouth. I could feel him circling his tongue over the tip, then biting it before letting go. He paused, blowing cool air over it. Using his thumb, he grazed it again, sending pins and needles throughout my body. My back arched as he repeated the process on the opposite side.

With my arms above my head, he traveled down lower, kissing my abdomen. He drove his tongue into my belly button, at the same time pinching my nipples. My * pulsated, like it was awaiting his attention. His strong hands worked their way down my hips. He latched his fingers over the elastic and tugged my shorts off my ankles, taking my panties with them.

I could feel I was naked without bringing my hands down to check. Chad reached over and turned on a light located on the nightstand. My hands came down over my breasts, feeling overexposed, and needing immediate coverage. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I need to see all of you. Sex in the dark is impersonal. I need to see your * as I eat it. I want to watch your face when I take you to the brink, and then witness you falling apart, and when we f*ck, I’m going to watch my dick sliding inside your wet cunt.”

I was panting. His words left me terrified. I’d never been so subjected, yet I wanted him to continue. I wanted to shove his face between my legs and beg him to get started. “What are you waiting for?”

He smiled while narrowing his gaze on his next pit stop. I inhaled and waited for his tongue to touch my bare skin. He ran his thumbs over a patch of hair over my *, massaging my clit as he worked his way down. He parted my lips, watching me watching him do it. That smile remained on his face. He sucked my * into his mouth, tugging while applying pressure with his tongue. I bucked, shocked my body would react so wildly. Chad’s dark hair was all I was able to see when I looked down. He was lapping me up, taking his time with every inch of my tender area.

I still couldn’t believe this was happening. Not only was I being pleasured, almost forced to forget my problems, but he was absolving my marriage. I’d decided it was over, but this made it final. There was no going back. The further I let Chad go, the more I knew I was headed for divorce. Seven years of marriage had been thrown down the tubes. All I could do now was look to the future.

My first orgasm was anything but anticlimactic. My toes curled. My body trembled, and I screamed out, so loud I was sure the neighbors across the street could hear. Chad lifted his head, while placing gentle kisses all over my spent *. “There’s no turning back now, Rach.” Did he really think I’d stop him after that display?

“I know.” His lips came up to mine, and quickly he had me in his arms. His unfastened pants where lingering on his hips. I took my feet and shoved them down, leaving only a pair of boxers left between seeing what else he had been hiding from me. I could feel his stiff erection poking me as we kissed.

I was so horny – ready to pounce like a cat in heat. This younger man wanted to ravage me and I was prepared to let him. I could just lie back and take it all in, but I wanted to participate. When he was finished I wanted him to look back at our time together and say it was amazing.

Chad shoved his boxers down. We were too close for me to peek, but again, I could already feel that there was quite a bit of length involved. He bent down and took out his wallet, ripping a package and pulling out a rubber. “You come prepared.”

“I like to be safe, Rach.”

“I can appreciate that.” It wouldn’t have bothered me if he wasn’t. I was at a point in my life where I wasn’t sure I wanted to live another day in agony.

After he’d applied his protection, he picked me up and carried me over to the dresser. He sat my ass on the edge, pressing his hard cock between my legs. He rubbed it around, teasing my clit with the hot tip.

I was soaked – so much that I assumed he’d think it was weird. I couldn’t ever remember being this turned on. I felt like I needed to grab a towel and wipe off already.