Kate moved her hand down her lingerie as if her fingers approached a wound. She held her breath although she knew what she would find. She felt it the moment his eyes met hers and their lips touched. She moved her fingers inside the g-string, stroked her pubic hair and the barren dryness awaiting her there.
“Katie?”
She wouldn’t talk to him, and answered his knock by turning on the shower.
* * * *
When Colin heard the running water, he shrugged and smiled. Upon entering his house, he had expected Katie to be waiting, patient and fearful like a nervous child, at the end of the bed with lingerie clinging to her body and not wanting to let go. He’d planned to sit beside her and wait for her first fumbling move. Once she tried to touch him, he would’ve gone directly to her pussy with the belief she would flinch with his touch so he could feign hurt and retreat. When he’d thrown his suit jacket over a sitting room armchair, he hadn’t known if he would make love to her. He expected tears and entreaties and was happily surprised to see her standing with such sexy confidence. She seemed like a different woman, a woman he would want to fuck any time.
Still, Colin was sure she would crumple afterward, fall into his arms and ruin it all. When she turned away, so sure of herself, he nearly got turned on again, and for a moment, he thought of running after her. His gaze fixed on the gentle sway of her ass, and there was a twinge in his cock from the thought of taking hold of her and lifting that silky lingerie to reveal the softness underneath.
Moving away from the door, he thought Kate’s stubborn silence was because she had wanted him to take her. He did not think, as he stepped out of his trousers and put on a pair of tracksuit bottoms, she would have shrunk from his touch. He could not imagine her body was even drier than his.
Chapter 12
After she showered, Kate forced herself to go into the sitting room. Colin smiled as she walked in, and with the change in him, she felt disgust move in her belly. She sat on the armchair. Colin patted the space beside him. Only a day ago, he would’ve taken up the whole couch, spreading his legs and pushing her as far away as possible. She couldn’t stand; her legs like leaden weights.
His gaze searched her face. “What’s wrong?” His tone was flat. She could hear the sigh in his pause, and saw the unspoken words of I knew there’d be something written between his raised eyebrows.
Kate took a breath and made her body relax. “Nothing’s wrong. I just need an early night.”
“It’s not even nine yet.”
She stood. Her ease came from the past. “I have to reserve my energy.”
Colin smiled. “Okay.”
Kate carried his gaze on her back and didn’t breathe until she’d left the room. She had been so scared he would follow her. She pulled all her resources to stay strong and act like a renewed woman. Of course, her time in the parlor helped. Jade had stayed beside her as an invisible ally, but Jade could talk seductively and make her clients tremble with pleasure without having to worry about being touched. Here, it was different. Here, Kate walked a thin line.
* * * *
The next morning, Kate’s eyes opened as Colin moved his warm hand over her side and dropped it to her belly. She was glad she had her legs curled up, like a baby in the womb. The blankets touching her skin was enough. She wanted nothing else, least of all him.
As he found her neck with his mouth and touched his lips to her skin, she cringed. He squeezed between her legs, fitting into her tight space like a trespasser. She stared at the window. Navy curtains separated them from the world. She thought she could see smirking mouths in their lines.
He caressed her leg. She resisted the urge to kick backward and turned in the bed to face him, placing her palms gently on his chest. “Wait.” She walked into the bathroom and found what she was looking for before returning and standing at the end of the bed. She took her nightdress off. Colin watched her every move.
“Turn around.”
He complied without question. She pulled the duvet off the bed, slid her hands up his legs to the curves of his ass and took hold of the waistband of his boxers. He lifted his hips to let her pull them down and lay naked and vulnerable.
Her smile was for herself and fit onto her features like an extra mask as she caressed his legs again, following the movement with her body. Kate sat beside Colin on the bed and applied the moisturizer. He closed his eyes as she rubbed his back and arms. She climbed over him and let her nipples grazed his back, then dug her fingers into his sides and reached for his chest. She moved to his buttocks—one, then the other—before caressing both cheeks in circles. Then she dropped her hands to the space between and she teased his balls.
Colin raised his hips to accommodate his erection as she touched him gently and a breath came out his nose. When she moved her hand to the inside of his thigh, he raised his buttocks again. She massaged each leg, hard, kneading his skin on a journey to his foot then softly retracing her way back between his legs. Pleasure laced his breathing even before she placed her knees between his legs and pushed them further apart. With two hands either side of his buttocks, she lowered herself so her nipples rubbed against them.
She lifted her body, bending her arms, and rubbed against him, her ass in the air. Still on all fours, she whispered into his ear, “Turn over.”
When he did, he raised his hands slightly and brought her back on her knees. She poured moisturizer on his chest. His upper body rose from the bed as she caressed him. She felt him put his hands on her breasts, and his touch was like one from a stranger. It did not move her, yet it made her curious.
Could she do it? His erection was between them like an exclamation mark. Could she straddle him now and put him inside her? Could she sway on his penis, which not long ago she had loved so much that she couldn’t go two days without bringing it into her? Kate rubbed its length, circled its tip. She imagined them on their first nights together and tried to feel something in her body.
When he brought his hands downward and rubbed the ridges between her legs, she thought of her first client who had asked to lick her and smiled with the idea that Colin was also one whose wife neglected him at home. This imagining did more for her body than the memory of what they had been like. It helped to detach from him.
He slid his fingers inside her, and her back straightened. Colin narrowed his eyes, questioning. She knew he could feel how dry she was. She bent toward him, taking her crotch away from his exploring hands as she rubbed her nipples along the length of his penis and circled his tip.
Colin put his hands on her sides, on her back. She felt his urgency and sat on his leg, to take his penis in both hands. She rubbed softly then tightened her grasp. He put his hands on her breasts and down her stomach. When he reached her crotch, she quickened her strokes, and her force brought his body backward. She felt him tense and watched with a smile on her face as he closed his eyes and opened his mouth in a silent ah. When he came, she continued to caress him so his body sent out little tremors.
Once he was spent, she went to the bathroom and got a tissue. She wiped his stomach under his curious stare. He touched her arm. “Don’t you want to make love?”
“I’m not able for that yet.”
The words settled on him like ice and he froze in mid-stroke. Her smile added to the coldness, straight-edged like a knife. She felt the distance between them grow.
“For fuck’s sake, Kate.” He threw his legs over the edge of the bed. “I thought—”
“What?”
“That we could enjoy the day together.”
“Oh, really. If I’d known how to get your attention, well, geez, I would’ve done it ages ago.” She sighed. “Where have you been?”
“Right here.”
“No, you haven’t.”
“Yes, I have. I love you.” His voice tickled her skin like an old memory.
Kate took a deep breath and her rigid body eased. She wanted to believe him, fold into the softness of his pronouncement and accep
t him reaching toward her. She couldn’t move away from his gentle brown eyes. He closed his fingers around her hand just as the telephone rang.
* * * *
Melanie had gotten his home phone number from Colin’s mobile when he was in the shower yesterday. His frustration with his wife and his inability to talk about it, except to say he promised to make love to her, made her sneak into his phone. It didn’t make sense. Why would Kate ask him that, and why would he be angry when she wanted to have sex? He always said her aloofness was heartbreaking.
He had almost cried during their first days together as he explained the change in Kate since they got married. Was it all lies? Melanie wondered if she’d been taken for a fool, feeling sorry for this man who probably went from her bed straight to his wife’s. Did he crawl between his wife’s legs and combine the taste of the two women in his life?
Melanie hated deception, despite the fact that she was involved with a married man. Still, she had been led to believe Colin barely had a relationship with his wife. Two years ago, before Kate was attacked by some homeless man, Colin had been filing for divorce, citing the fact she refused to have sex with him for a year as his major reason.
Within the space of one day, his wife suddenly needed him and Colin couldn’t bring himself to leave her. Melanie had loved his selflessness and his refusal to speak of his wife in a bad light, considering her suffering. She had also loved the idea that once Kate was able to go back to normal living, Colin would be hers. There would be no sharing him.
* * * *
Melanie wanted Colin from the very first moment she saw him on the elevator. His soft brown eyes made her quiver like water. When he smiled, the stretch of his lips was so sexy that she, a woman reeling with self-confidence, became flustered.
He took a step closer. Like an animal able to smell fear, she could tell by the glint in his eyes he sensed her desire immediately. “I’m Colin.”
“Melanie.”
He extended his hand, stopping inches from her breast. She took it, their first handshake was charged with common longing. He was taller than her and his shoulders were wonderfully wide. He looked good in a light gray suit and his white shirt clung to his chest. It was obvious he went to the gym. She wore a trouser suit and blouse with the buttons opened tantalizingly just above her breasts.
“You just started here?”
“Yeah.” She smiled as the floors flashed beside her like winks. She would’ve liked the elevator to break down. “I’m with Lawson and Sons on the eighth floor.”
“Oh, you’re above me.”
She nodded. He finally let her hand go.
The elevator stopped. A middle-aged man came in. He looked from Melanie to Colin and smiled before facing the door. The next floor was Colin’s.
“See you around,” he said as he got off.
“I hope so.”
“Good.” His response slid between the closing doors and rode up the extra floor with her.
A week passed before she saw him again, though she made sure to be on the elevator at the same time each morning. On the seventh day, Colin came to her. She moved back from her desk when she saw him so he could see her skirt inching halfway up her thigh.
“How can anyone concentrate with you here?” he asked.
His serious face made her laugh. “You obviously had no trouble, since you waited this long.”
“No, you’re wrong. I spent this long fighting it.”
His sincerity made her smile fizzle. “Why would you fight it?”
“Can I explain my delay over lunch?”
She glanced at her watch, wanting to leave him hanging for a moment. If he saw her eyes, he’d know there was no hesitation. He was smiling when she looked up. “Okay, I can go for a half hour.”
He brought her to an Italian restaurant. Over her salad and his meatballs with Fotina, he told her about his marriage, spoon-feeding her words without losing eye contact. When she let him take her hand once he’d finished, he smiled with such gratitude that she leaned toward him and brushed hair from his forehead.
“I understand if you don’t want to see me again.” He shrugged. “Maybe it’s better if you refuse, because I wouldn’t have the strength to stay away from you.”
“You would.”
He shook his head. “I’ve wanted you from the first moment I saw you.”
“Me too.”
“Really?”
Melanie laughed. “Yes.”
He smiled, eyebrows raised. “In the elevator…”
“You’re terrible.”
“You bring it out in me.”
“Has it really been a year since you touched her?”
Colin nodded. “There’s nothing between us anymore.”
This time when she looked at her watch, she felt the sexual tension hang between them, caught on their line of thought. “I have to go back.”
He called for the check.
“You owe your wife nothing, you know, with the way she treats you.”
“That’s why I’m here. That was my winning argument to see you without guilt.” He took a breath. “So, can I see you?”
“You still love her?”
He leaned back. “We’re strangers in the same house.”
She nodded and waited.
“I pity her. Not a good ingredient for a marriage, but it’s the only thing keeping us together.”
“For how long?”
“I hope not much longer. I’m trying to get her back to work and doing things for herself so she won’t need me anymore.” He paid the bill and wrote his phone number down. When the waiter left, he leaned forward. “I wouldn’t be here if I thought it would take ages. I wouldn’t do that to you.” His sigh was heavy. “I probably shouldn’t do it anyway, but I was going crazy thinking of you. I—”
“It’s okay.”
“You’re amazing.”
“You don’t know the half of it.” She was aware of the tightness of her blouse over her full breasts, and knew when his gaze fell on them and made her nipples tingle that he had an erection. She imagined his penis prodding his thigh and it was difficult for her to concentrate on anything else.
“When can I find out?”
Melanie stood, wet with the desire to have him put his hand up her skirt and inside her delicate panties. “I have to work late today.”
He nodded, obviously disappointed.
She placed her hands on the table and leaned toward him so he could see down her blouse. “I have to lock up all by myself. There’s never anyone to help me. It’s kind of lonely.”
“You know,” he said, his smile pasted on him like a clown’s, “I just remembered I have to work late too. An important assignment just came in.”
She stood straight and allowed him to rise. “I’ll call your phone just as I’m leaving.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
* * * *
Colin was at the elevator when she phoned him. “Okay,” he told Melanie. “I’m already there.” It was eight exactly and everyone was gone. The door slid open and Melanie stood against the wall, one foot against it so her leg was bent. Her skirt rose up her thigh. He stepped inside and appraised her with a smile. She knew by his hungry look and grasping fingers that he itched to feel her smooth leg and go up her blouse.
He turned and pressed the button she’d been thinking of him pressing all evening. The elevator went up one floor then jumped slightly and stopped.
Melanie acted surprised. “Oh, what will we do now?” Her face almost dissolved into mirth but she held it back and looked at him with a sincere expression.
Colin moved toward her. She opened her mouth as if about to say something but stayed silent as he slid under her skirt to her panties.
She pushed her waist forward. His palm felt lovely on her soft want, just as she imagined it would be. All day she’d thought of him stepping into the small, closed space of the elevator and hadn’t been able to decide if she would stay against the wall and let him do what
he wanted with her body, or if she would go to him and make him moan with her hands and tongue. She’d imagined his penis, the taste of it in her mouth and the feel of it inside her. Every now and again, she’d brought her hand to her pussy as she sat at her desk and stroked there, sending streams of heat through her body.
Melanie was aware Colin would find her wet straight away, and saw his erection tighten in his trousers, even before his fingers were inside the sodden material and caressing her yielding ridges. She pushed against the wall as he stroked her, tilting her head back and pointing her breasts toward him. He circled her neck with his hand. She moaned. Her body screamed to be fucked, as his hand dropped to open her buttons slowly until she stood with her bra revealed.
He pulled the bra upward and licked her raised nipples as he explored inside her panties. She applied pressure on his head so he took her full nipple in his mouth and, following her lead, he pushed two fingers inside her.
“Oh God...” she moaned, her breath tickling his ear. She was soaking.
He brought his mouth to her other breast and covered every inch of it until she dropped her leg, taking her lovely moistness from his fingers and reaching for his crotch. With his belt in her hands, she kissed his mouth, and opened his button and zipper. He tensed when her hand went inside his boxers. As their tongues danced around each other, she caressed his penis and he pushed his trousers down, giving her hand more room.
Melanie took her lips away. His cock was rigid in her hands so she knew her warm lips sucking him and the softness of her tongue would make him come too quickly. Still, she wanted to take him in her mouth. Circling the tip of his cock with her fingers, she bent down, but he stopped her with a hand on her arm.
“No. I can’t wait.” His breathless tone was enough to make her straighten. “Take off your panties.”
Melanie stood and, with her eyes fixed on his, slid her moist knickers down her legs.
“Back against the wall. Pull your skirt up.”
She obeyed, and he stared at the triangle of hair covering her pussy as he lunged for her. He bent his knees so his penis brushed against her skin. She wrapped her leg around his waist as he rubbed her clitoris with his tip and made her moan with frustrated desire. She brought her hands to his ass, pulling him toward her.
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