Chapter 13

Chapter

Thirteen

Ewan

I drag my tongue over her softness, letting her sweetness cover me.

My hands can’t get enough of her squeezable thighs. She’s just enough woman for me. And the only woman I want.

I remember making out with my wife’s pussy in stolen moments, between the demands of work and school, and even in between arguments.

Our wanting each other never changed.

I work my tongue over her core, and her gasps urge me on, as do her grasping fingers in my hair.

She tastes like home. Every drop fills me with everything I missed.

Softly, I take her swollen clit into my mouth and gently lick, over and over.

Maddie shrieks, coming for a second time, and so much harder.

She pushes my head away from her overstimulated parts, and I come up to fold her in next to my body.

As she shudders, I trace soft, lingering kisses over her pretty breasts, her rosy nipples. Her skin is pink and warm from all this attention, and I love the look of it. She melts into my kisses as I hold her close.

“I knew we could make this work,” I whisper.

“Wh-what?”

“I knew we could make it work,” I repeat in between kisses.

Maddie puts a hand on my chest and pushes me back. “Make…make what work?”

I pause, confused.

“This. Us. Our marriage.”

She stares at me for a long moment. And then she reaches for a throw blanket to cover herself.

“What’s wrong? What did I say?”

After shoving her shirt on, Maddie makes for the door. “I have to get out of here.”

I’m so confused. “Maddie, where are you going? What did I do?”

“I don’t know,” she breathes, sounding like she’s on the edge of bursting into tears.

“Talk to me, Maddie!”

When she reaches the door, she spins around. “You came here thinking that if we had sex then that meant everything was set right between us?”

“No, I thought…”

“Sex isn’t part of the work.”

I feel like I’ve been kicked in the gut.

“I just wanted to make you feel better.”

“But that’s not what you said just now.”

“I was caught up in the moment. I…If you’re not ready for that…”

I have to go home now,” she tells me. “Please give me space.”

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