I open the bathroom door, take a deep breath, and walk out to where he is. He smiles when he views my state of undress. A bath sheet is all that covers my naked body, and that thought alone tickles my insides. I want him so bad. If only I knew for a fact that he was getting a divorce, and as my thoughts trickle, he gestures to the desk in my living room.
“Take a look,” he says with a sexy smirk.
I trudge over to my desk, and a shocked sound comes from my mouth as I read the title on the thick mound of paperwork. Separation papers. I don’t even pick them up. I turn back around with quickness, tears forming in my eyes.
“What does this mean, O,” I ask, my voice shaking.
He walks towards me with a grin that would melt the panties off me, if I were wearing any.
“It means, I’m free to be all yours, if you will have me,” he whispers as he steps in front of me.
Have him? I would like nothing better than to have Orlando all to myself. What woman wouldn’t want him?
“You’re legally separated,” I whisper.
Oh my god! He is legally separated. I fling myself at him, wrap my arms around his shoulders, and slam my mouth onto his, moaning and crying in happiness at the feel of him against me. Orlando makes quick work at tossing me onto my desk, and he rips the towels from my body, our lips never separating. His hands shake as he works the zipper of his jeans. He exposes his cock, and I tear our lips apart so I can take a look.
“Hurry,” I plead as I get a good look at his massive erection.
“I’m trying,” he pants.
Over twenty years of attraction work us into the moment we are in now.
My hands reach up, tearing at his shirt. The buttons fly across the room as I bare his chest to my eyes. He is a vision exposed to me. When he enters me, a longing moan escapes my lips as he fills every inch of me. Nothing about his movements is slow. They are rushed, animalistic, as he claims me.
“You feel so fucking good,” he grunts as he pounds inside of me at a feverish pace.
My walls squeeze him as my back arches further, and my head pounds against the wall behind me. The desk squeaks as it moves across the wooden floor from his quick movements. I wrap my legs around him, pushing him deeper inside of me. His green eyes smile into mine. Orlando brings his mouth down to my right nipple, teasing it with his tongue as he builds a rhythmic tempo. A framed photo falls from the wall and shatters, and we laugh in happiness as we moan our release.
His mouth falls from my nipple, and he buries his head between my boobs as we both pant.
“You’re mine,” he growls and nips at my tits.
I run my fingers through his hair, wondering what is next in our future. With this film, the blackmail, and the hell that I think will come from it all.
“What next, O,” I whisper.
He lifts his head, peers up at me with half of a frown. “We get this blackmail shit under control and get on with our lives.”
All I can do is force a smile back at him.
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