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“It wasn’t the way you think.”
His shoulder tenses under my head when I refer to that night. He tenses and shuts down every time I try to talk about it. “It doesn’t matter anymore.”
“Are we really over?” I want to know, though I already know his answer. I just need to hear him say it again to make it official.
“The papers are on the dining room table. Movers will be here in the morning.”
My eyes begin to burn again.
Trevor leans his head down and places his lips against my forehead. “You’ll be okay. We both will.”
Maybe a full moon does get the best of people because as hurt as I am, another feeling between my thighs won’t let me break down the way my heart wants me to. Been fighting my hormones since he walked out smelling all good.
I lift my head; turn it in the direction of the lips that were just on my skin. I close my eyes and kiss my soon-to-be ex-husband.
“Let’s not—”
“Shhhhh,” I say as I try to gain some control over what happens in my life.
For a second, neither of us moves or says anything. Contemplation is in the air. Him debating if he should oblige my offer. Me wondering if I should take it off the table.
He wins.
He removes his legs from the pool and walks back in the house.
I cover my face with my hands and tremble as the floodgates of my heart break open.
Footsteps entering the shallow end of the pool silence my sobs. I open my eyes to see Trevor walking toward me. He stops right in front of me, looks me in the eyes as if to ask if I’m sure I want to go there. With my irises, I tell him yes.
He moves in between my parted legs, reaches his hands behind me, and scoots me to the edge of the pool. Scoots my heat closer to his face. Long, slender fingers creep underneath my skirt and trace the edges of my thighs and the curve of my hips until they reach the top of my panties. I raise my torso up slightly for smooth removal. My panties are tossed to the side just like this marriage after eight years, but I refuse to think about that right now.
His eyes are intense as his face nears my warmth. He licks his lips, kisses each thigh softly. Again he grabs my rear and pulls me closer than close. His tongue navigates its way around familiar territory.
My head leans back, glazed-over eyes staring up at the moon as his tongue swims to depths only his tongue can go. My inner walls tighten around his thick tongue, trying to pull him in deeper, causing me to close my eyes and bite down on my lip at the same time. A moan trembles from my lips. He’s always been a gifted eater. I run my fingers through his locs, pull him closer than close.
His moans make my love below vibrate, tickle my pearl in the worst way.
I feel his eyes on me.
I put my eyes on him.
We stare.
He wants me to know this last time is personal.
I want him to know this last time is personal for me, too.
He flips me over on my stomach, throws my legs across his shoulders. Devours me from the back. His lips against mine, tongue flicking in between my folds. Smacking noises loud enough to wake up the whole neighborhood. His tongue moves in and out of me as I ride his face like Secretariat going for the Triple Crown.
My trembling makes me lose my balance. He helps me turn back around and yanks my shirt above my head. Tosses it and my bra over where he tossed my panties a while ago. He doesn’t take my skirt off for whatever reason, and refrains from removing any of his clothes.
He submerges under the water, swims to the stairs on the shallow end of the pool. Sits and waits for me, pants pulled down to his ankles. I know what that means.
I go under the water and come back up with my face right in his lap. His firmness stands at attention waiting for me to salute. I lick its girth; let my tongue linger in the juices on the tip for a second before I let half of him disappear in my mouth. I know how he likes it; not too much at first. I flick my tongue up and down his shaft; take his cleanly shaven sperm holders into my mouth, let my moans vibrate against him like his did me moments ago. This time I take him all the way in my mouth, feel him slip down my throat.
He massages his fingertips against my scalp as I massage his manhood with my mouth. He thrusts deeper down my throat and then nudges my head away. The hunger in his eyes is now a look of revenge. He grabs me away from the stairs and pulls me to the wall of the pool, turns my back to him. He prefers it that way. Hasn’t been able to face me as he enters me since my moment of weakness.
His hardness enters my soft spot without hesitancy.
