I took her hand in mine again, and this time she didn't resist. Her skin was soft and I couldn't resist casually rubbing her wrist. She gasped. I bent down to kiss the top of her hand and when I looked up, her eyes were watered with unshed tears.
"I hate him, but you gotta give him props," I said. "He knew how well to manipulate us. He could see the need we had for each other, and he exploited that."
Her tears started falling, and I reached out my thumb to brush them away. She choked. I closed the space between us and licked a single tear. Then the other one. I placed small kisses down her cheek until I reached her pillowy lips. She didn't need to be coaxed. Her lips parted, and I sighed as our tongues met. Her hands went to my waist, and she pulled me to her. My chest melted, knowing she wanted me too.
The kiss was slow at first, but soon became hungry and hurried as passion engulfed us. My hands were all over her, and hers were all over me. She kissed me like a woman demented. Like she couldn't get enough of me. Her desire made me wanted her more. I slid my hands down her dress and lifted it by the hem. She removed it and she went to remove my underwear. I slipped out of it, sighing when my erection was free. Her panties were next and soon we were both naked, staring at each other.
"You're so beautiful." She had the body of a goddess but acted like she didn't know it. Even when she heard the compliment, she raised eyebrows slightly in disbelief. I stepped forward and held my hands to her waist reverently. "It's true. I want to worship you every day of my life." I went down to my knees and grasped her thighs, breathing in her sex. It was glistening. Good. She's already moist. I lapped her pussy like it was the only food I was going to have for the days. She was sweet. I could eat her all day if I had the chance.
She moaned when I sucked her clit, her hands grasping my hair and gripping it hard. It felt good to be touched by herlike that. As though I was the only man who can give her what she wanted. What she needed. Her desire was my desire. Her pleasure was my pleasure. The sweetness of her pussy only made me that much more eager to please. Her knees buckled just as she was about to reach the peak. I glimpsed at her. Her head was turned up to the ceiling, eyes closed. When she gazed down, her eyes were clouded with lust that was, I am sure, reflected in my own. Her brow furrowed as lapped inside her pussy. "Carey," she moaned.
Gently, I scrapped my teeth on her clit, and she cried. Then I inserted two fingers into her pussy as I sucked her clit. She screamed, whimpered, and gushed her orgasm into my mouth and fingers. She bit her wrist so she wouldn't make any noise. Fuck. I wanted her to make all the noise she wanted. To bring down the roof screaming my name so that everyone knew who she belonged to.
I stood up, cock heavy and weeping. Thalia's hand griped it, making me moan. She went down to her knees. My hands gripped her shoulders."You don't have to."
"I want to," she said just before she took me into her mouth. Whatever protest I meant to wager was shut down by the fantastic feeling of her mouth around my cock. She licked the head, her tongue lapping the pre-cum that was at the tip, then she took all of my cock inch by inch into her mouth. Fuck. She felt so good I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from ramming down her throat like a brute.
When she took all of me into her mouth, she stopped, getting comfortable with me and then began sucking me like a piston. It was my turn to lose balance. My hands went to her cheeks and caressed her as I felt my cock going in and out of her. She looked up at me as she worked my cock. If she asked anything of me to give her the world then, I would have done it.
My balls tightened. I was close to coming. To her surprise, I withdrew from her mouth, lifted her, and laid her on the bed. "I want to feel your pussy around my cock when I come, I whispered into her mouth before kissing her. The taste of me and her on both of our lips was like fire in my veins.
I lifted her knees up and wide, then positioned my cock at her center, before thrusting into her wet warmth. We both groaned as I set a pace so relentless it made the headboard shake. After tonight, she would only think of me when she thinks of sex. The only man to give her pleasure should be me.
"You're mine," I said. My words punctuated by sloppy kisses. "You belong to me and I belong to you. No one else."
She moaned in agreement. "You're the only one I want."
"That's fucking right." I thrust myself to the hilt and pushed her knee up so I could go even deeper. "Say it. Tell me I am yours."
"You're mine," she said.
My hand went to her clit, and I rubbed it until her pussy started milking my cock. I wrapped my hands around her as we came together. Our bodies shaking and vibrating as one. This is it. This is why we are meant to be together.
We stayed stuck together for what felt like hours, not wanting to separate. When we eventually pulled apart, we both sighed, and I felt a loss as I withdrew from her. I got up, legs weak from an earth shattering orgasm, and went to the bathroom. I came back with a towel, laid her flat on the bed, and cleaned her pussy. She trembled at my touch while her hand reached out to caress my back. She looked at me as though she was seeing me for the first time.
"What?" I asked, after feeling a little unnerved by her stare.
"Nothing." She turned her gaze away from me. After I was done, I put her under the covers, took the towel back to the bathroom and climbed into bed. Her body was warm and supplewhen I pulled her close. She didn't protest, but snuggled into my arms. We drifted to sleep a few minutes later, bone weary.
In the early hours of the morning, I felt her kissing me. I woke up and pulled her under me as I finished what she started. The lovemaking was slow and lazy. Sweet and deliberate. It felt as though she was giving me her soul. Which is why I was shocked to wake up the next morning and found out she was gone. She had left a note with four simple, yet heartbreaking words:
I can't do this.
Chapter 34
Carey
I CAME BACk home to an empty apartment. I wanted to be mad. In fact, I was mad for a few days. Drinking myself blind, throwing things in the apartment. Angry at my staff. Angry at her. How could she make love to me like that, only to leave me? This was her game, I thought. But getting angry wasn't enough to fill the void in my heart. After I calmed down, I called her. She didn't respond. I sent her texts. The first ones were harsh. I might have called her a bitch in one. The later ones were pleading, asking her to come back. I called again. She didn't answer. Then her number became unavailable. She had blocked me.
I threw myself into my work, hoping to forget about her, but it was futile. She would pop in my head whenever I was in boring meetings. I would hear a woman laugh and think it's her. Someone mentioned risotto the other day and my thoughts immediately went to that time, Thalia and I burned some.
It was getting hard to continue like this when Harrison called me asking for a meeting regarding divorce proceedings. I had forgotten about that. Harrison came into my office later that afternoon.
"What have you got?" I asked him as soon as he sat down.
"I did a little digging into your soon to be ex wife and her finances."
I sighed. I wasn't sure I wanted to do this. "Yeah?"
