I woke to the vibration of so much wanting in my body, I could barely stand it.
Cynthia.
The tight, firm backside. The milky-soft breasts. The fierce hazel eyes that had been so full of hatred and disdain, had lately been filled with…what?
She’d stayed. I had been truthful in the offer of the ten thousand dollars. If she would let me have her one more time, I’d repay her in kind. She did. She allowed my seduction, and gave into it. She’d let me stroke and suck and explode inside her.
I could not forget how good it felt. I wanted more. I wanted to feel her body against mine, and taste her sweet, soft lips again.
But I would have let her go.
She didn’t leave, but she wouldn’t let me touch her again. She wouldn’t even speak to me, aside from perfunctory mentions about the children. This had been going on for months.
But, Julia was going away for the weekend to visit her sister, and she was taking the kids. We would be alone again and I could bear the distance no longer.