by KT Morrison
“That’s it baby, give me your come, baby. Cole and I love you, Maxy, that’s it...”
She let his balls go, rubbed his back, and he buried his face in the crook of her neck. Still he came, pulsing jets weakening to pattering spurts. Soon she slowed and she held him in her hand, her stroking turning to a caress, easing eventually to cradling. He breathed and heaved, his sobs abated and he held her.
Epilogue
His head pounded fiercely. She’d given him an orgasm like no other he’d ever had. He felt sheets of shame wash over him. Shame and love and fear and ecstasy. He was over her on all fours, his head buried in her neck, her hand soothing his back, her other one gently holding his fading erection. Her hand on him cold and wet from his semen. She stayed with him, held him while he recovered.
She’d coaxed from him the silt that congregated in the darkest corners of his mind. The dirt and filth that secretly accumulated in the creases of his every day life. She wanted them, wanted to see them, did it with love and care and she shared with him his shame and didn’t judge him for it. He felt emptied and each beat of his heart, held in the arms of the woman he loved, brought him out of his darkness, brought him into the light, made him feel accepted and cared for. While he’d embarrassed himself to her, revealed to her his weakness, his fear, emasculated himself, he felt wondrously accepted. He breathed, a smile came to him. He’d been emptied of the black. She’d pulled it from him, cleaned out all those dark seams. He laughed.
She laughed now too, her hand soothing his back again. Her touch was magnificent and loving. And as he sighed into her he was suddenly aware that while she had emptied him, cleaned out his filth, he couldn’t wait for it to accumulate again and have her purge him all over. Get himself dirty so she could keep him sanitized.
He emerged from the warm cave, the hollow of her neck, his mouth traveled her jaw and he found her lips with his own; kissed her. Held her face in his hands and she rested her cold semen hands on the crease of his hips. When he broke from her he looked in her eyes. There was nothing he could say, a connection to her he felt that was so profound his words would be clumsy. They smiled together.
She head-butted his chin gently, tapped him three times, whispered, “Okay, get off me.”
He fell next to her side, lay on his back and she sat up slowly, her tummy hunched, streaming with his white evidence. Her hands were in her lap, formed in wet claws.
She said, “You want to know what I did with Cole, but I'm not going to tell you.”
“Why not?”
“I want to have my secrets.”
He exhaled til he was empty, pushed all the air out of his body while he thought about the things she might do behind his back. “Secrets...from me?”
He could feel her shrug as she sat next to him. She said, “They're there to discover, but you’re not going to hear it from me.” She got to her knees, walked on them and her elbows, her hands curled like wet spiders. There was a T-shirt on her dresser, clean and neatly folded but she yanked it down and ran her hands through it. Her ass was up in the air, her glistening labia exposed to him. She was bare below her waist except for long rainbow striped socks that came just below her knee. He rubbed a thumb over her heel, and she flinched and he smiled seeing her labia wink at him. He slapped her ass cheek lovingly.
There were things, he imagined, that his girl wanted from this. Things she wanted to experience with other men. He’d sent her on this path to suit his own whim and fantasy but she had a brain and a heart all her own. It was her curiosity that brought them to where they were now. Her curiosity was a healthy thing. He said, “Like Maggie and her figure model?”
He was aware now of her head slowly rotating to face him over her shoulder. She said, “What do you mean?”
“You know...you told me...you touched him...”
“Oh...”
“Did you do more than that?”
“No...not behind your back. You saw it all. I miss him, you know?”
“Miss Jay?”
She nodded without looking his way. Then she was climbing the bed, back to him on all fours. She lay by his side and put her chin on his arm.
He said, “We have Cole...”
She said, “Doesn’t mean I don’t think about Jay.”
“Do you?” he said, suppressing a whine that wanted to accelerate his voice through restricted passages.
She held up his hand in both of hers. She took her left hand and ran her fingers between his, piggy-backing it. Her engagement ring sparkled in the light.
He’d bought her that ring last Christmas when he knew he would propose. There was no other girl for him ever. He knew it the way you knew things in your life were absolutes. Knew it like he knew he needed air to breathe and light to see. So last Christmas, home in Michigan to stay with his family for the Holidays, he made his intentions known to his mother, father, and siblings. There was no dissension. Who wouldn’t love little beautiful, smart and funny Maggie Becker? His Dad had a Dad-crush on her. His mother doted on her. His brothers... Well, they’d even admitted dirty thoughts about her, though he suspected they were fictional, just trying to rile him. They thought she was the one too. So he went with his brothers down to the jeweler and bought her this symbol of his devotion.
Maggie broke his reverie, whispered, “Whatever happened in Cole’s room, Max, you don’t have to worry. We would never laugh at you.”
“You’re going away...”
“I am.”
“I don’t know if I can be without you right now. You’re gone the whole weekend. The holiday weekend.”
“To buy a wedding dress...for our wedding...”
“It’s going to kill me to not be near you. I need you...”
“Four whole days, Maxy...”
“He turned and held her cheek. “Maggie, I’m going to think about you every minute.”
“Can you trust me? ...”
“Yes. Can’t I? ...”
“I’m a liar.”
He joked, “What are you going to do. Go home and fuck Lee?” He ran his thumb over her beautiful cheekbone.
“He’s not the only guy I know in Rhode Island.”
His features slumped. “Don’t.”
“You never know, Max.”
He kissed her forehead sweetly.
She smiled and it wasn’t malicious or mean, not even sly. It was endearing and kind. She said, “If I were you I wouldn’t trust me one bit.”
Afterword
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Other Books by KT Morrison
Losing His Wife Series
Losing His Wife: Book One
Losing His Wife: Book Two
Losing His Wife: Book Three
Losing His Wife 2 Series
Losing His Wife 2: Box 1
Losing His Wife 2: Box 2
Losing His Wife 2: Box 3
Obsessed Series
Obsessed: Book One
Obsessed: Book Two
The Cayman Proxy Series:
The Cayman Proxy (Box One)
Going A Little Too Far
Taken While He Watches: On Their Honeymoon
Taken While He Watches: At The Combine
Taken By His Best Friends: At The Hockey Rink
Measured Next To Her Ex: A Medical Size Comparison Cuckold Fantasy
Size Curious Brat
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