by Kim Black
I had never faked a climax before last night and hopefully it would be the last. Charlette hadn’t noticed as she cradled my body against hers as she came down from her own release. When I withdrew myself from her she flinched from the pain and I was glad I had stopped when I did. Her body had paid a grueling price; all because she was the wrong woman, for me. It wasn’t right! I wasn’t right!
She held me there until she drifted off to sleep and God help me; all I could think about was Emily. How in the world was I going to explain this to her? We weren’t mutually exclusive, but nonetheless a woman like Emily wouldn’t be happy to hear of my recent extracurricular activities with Charlette; my wife, whom had successfully convinced her of our platonic arrangement of a marriage.
I grabbed a robe from her bathroom and could help but think of my Emily and how she left my home the night after we met. Placing the white fluffy material around my body, I felt sick to my stomach that after hurting her that night, I could hurt her again. As I shot a text to my assistant, asking her to pick me up at Charlette’s, I made a promise to myself that if Emily was to ever forgive me for my indiscretions I would never hurt her again. It was clear to me now that there was no one else for me. Though Charlette seemed to have developed some feelings for me, I would have no choice but to divorce her. It would hurt her at first, but later she would understand.
Thankfully, by the time I made my way out of the maze Charlette called a house, Sylvie was waiting for me. The ride home was quiet and it gave me a chance to think about how I would deal with the women in my life. I wasn’t sure if telling Emily about last night was the best course of action. Though I didn’t want to lie her, I wondered if telling would only hurt her; hurt us.
When I arrived home, I informed Sylvie that I would be working from home and to forward all calls to my home office. It was already afternoon and I needed to finish working on all of the arrangements for the new hotel or my father would have my head. Tonight I would ask Emily to meet me for dinner, hopefully by then I would decide on what the next step was. Should I tell her or should I let well enough alone and just proceed with the divorce?
CHARLETTE
When morning came I found myself alone. I wasn’t surprised given the night that Jules and I had spent together. He needed to sort through his feelings. Going from cordial enemies to married lovers in one night would make anyone’s head spin.
I had often dreamt of the night Jules and I would finally consummate our marriage but nothing could have prepared me for last night. He was purely animalistic. Tugging and pulling on me as he commanded my body into submission. Though I had hoped for a more sensual experience, the way my body sung to the music of his thrusts made me come alive. Each time he thrust into me, I yelped in pleasure and pain. But I welcomed it all.
Well, I did until this morning. My body was sore all over. Purple bruises lined my thighs where Jules had grabbed me in his hungry possession of me. I didn’t want to get out of bed, wanting to lie in the bed all day, enjoying his musky scent on the silky sheets.
After an hour, I forced myself up. I was in dire need of a hot bath. Lifting my body from the California king size bed, I slipped my slippers on and made my way to the bathroom. As I slipped into the almost room sized hot tub, my thoughts drifted to Jules.
Last night hadn’t gone exactly how I’d planned. I would have never guessed that Jules rude behavior would have worked out so much in my favor but as we stood in front of my limo, I could help but to kiss his soft, luscious lips. When he deepened our kiss, I felt his growing erection pressed firmly onto my stomach. We just couldn’t get enough, never breaking away as we climbed into the limo. The two of us were in great need, pulling and tugging on each other’s clothes.
By the time we got to my estate, we were practically naked. I wore just a Victoria’s Secret black lace bra and thong set and Jules had on just his sexy boxers. His rock hard chiseled chest pressed against mine as we made our way to the door, never parting from each other’s lips. The way he kissed me definitely made me weak. It was as if he couldn’t breathe without me. After hours of hot, heated, animalistic raw love, we drifted to sleep.
I knew Jules hadn’t planned on last night happening. But there was one thing for sure; he couldn’t deny that there was fire between us. A fire that surely Ms. Emily; could never give him.
After my bath, I felt better, but it would take days to recover from Jules assault on my fragile body. I’d welcomed his demanding love making and looked forward to the many mornings I’d be waking up aching in the future.
Chapter Ten
“When it rains, it pours - figuratively and literally.”
~ John Cornyn ~
EMILY
It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know that I needed to clear my mind. After departing from Diana, I couldn’t stand the idea of going home to my empty house; knowing that going there would open the door to the flood gates I had been trying to keep at bay since Diana’s confession. No, I need a distraction. I needed to be free of all of the drama that is my life and lose myself in something else or rather someone else. And so, I went to where my heart seemed happiest, Julien.
As I stood in front of his massive double doors, I questioned if I was making a mistake. It was selfish to use Julien for comfort every time my life was in turmoil. Not to mention that Julien had questions that I had no answers for. But, I needed him. I needed to feel his strong hands around me; for him to send me to the heavens as he often did each time we came together.
I didn’t knock. Walking through the home I had only been in once, I was surprised that I remembered each detail. The crystal chandelier took my breath away with the day’s light. The large windows made the space look even bigger. The sunlight that poured in made the place even more stunning. This was definitely Julien’s home; it suited him.
When I reached the top of the double stairs I slowly made my way to the bedroom. Memories of all that took place in that room bombarded my mind. The pleasures I’d experienced with Julien would forever be etched into my mind. There was no doubt that no other man could ever take me to the places that he could. When I was with Julien, I was in heaven, reaching high into the sky, praying to never come down. The man was hot in every way and just thinking about him moistened my panties.
As I turned the knob to open his bedroom door, Julien’s sexy French voice whispered behind me.
“Mon amour, what are you doing here?”
I spun around to find him standing in the middle of the hallway with nothing on but a towel. His manhood was firmly erected; standing tall and proud against the white towel that hung off his sexy hips. His slip and slide bare, strong and defined chest heaved up and down as he stared at me somewhat confused. I watched as his eyes darkened, a sign that he was thoroughly aroused. The Frenchman’s beast was coming to life without as much as a word from me, let alone anything else. It was wonderful to have that kind of effect on someone.
“I needed… to see you,” I whispered softly while pouting my lips. I slowly made my way to him; watching as he stood there, unable to move an inch. His eyes fixated on my chest. He wanted me as much as I wanted him.
When I reached his strong, solid and masculine body, I pressed my chest against his causing him to groan softly.
“I missed you so much Julien. Don’t you… miss me?” I asked as I traced his beautiful puckered lips with the tip of my finger before lifting my head and taking his lips with mine. At the connecting of our lips, a heated pressure overtook my body. His hands cupped both of my breasts as he broke away from our kiss; nipping and sucking at my neck while his fingers teased my erect nipples.
“I miss you night and day Ma belle,” he whispered when he reached my ear; his hot breath teasing my skin, causing me to shiver in such excitement, I nearly came right then and there.
He broke away from our kiss, which caused me to whimper in disappointment. With one swift move he had me lifted and over his shoulder as we marched forward. The gesture caused me to yelp in e
xcitement. I loved the caveman beast in him.
I assumed he would lead us into his bedroom again but this time he walked right into his office which was surprisingly traditional. I had expected the décor to be contemporary like the rest of the home but I guess what it came down to his work room, Julien opted for the standard.
It was glorious of course with a dark wooden wall to wall book shelf behind his desk, a stunning area rug, a pin cushion leather desk chair and dark wood paneled ceilings. It was perfect.
After he pushed the door shut with his legs, he quickly went to his desk which was the centerpiece of the room, pushed everything off of it with his free arm, and placed me on it. It was then that I saw his completely modern entertainment center, with a huge flat screen TV which was muted on the news, and the sleek shelving. I frowned as it ruined the look and feel of the place. I wanted to ask him about it but decided against it. I wasn’t here to talk about furniture or décor. I was here because Julien had awakened a fire inside of me and it was only him that could put that fire out.
Julien took a step back. I took in his sexy body; wanting to lick every inch of him. I could see a hesitation within him. I wasn’t sure why he seemed so… unsure. But, I needed him badly. Almost more than I needed anything else. That was the thing with Julien. His freaking passion and lust consumed me each time I was in his presence. No, there was no time for hesitation… There was only time for ecstasy!
I had never had sex in an office before but the thought of all Julien and I could do in a room like this made me wet and a little bold. As Julien stood before me, I inched my way to the edge of the desk and slowly removed my blouse, making sure to spread my legs wide enough for him to see my exposed swollen and glistening mound beneath my short denim skirt. I wiggled free from the confinements of the shirt, allowing it to drop to the desk. When I saw him gulp, I smiled in satisfaction and gave myself a silent high-five for ditching the panties in the car and for picking out a very sexy see-through red lace bra.
His eyes skimmed all over my body. Going from my rounded chest and flat stomach until it reached what he undoubtedly wanted most.
JULIEN
I wanted so badly to take her long and hard and then soft and strong but my mind fought with the decision of telling her the truth. As I watched her gracefully on top of my desk, her legs spread wide, I groaned in excitement. I wanted to reach over and stroke her now dripping mound. She was getting wetter and wetter by the minute.
To my torture, it wasn’t me who was touching her. She had let her hand trail down to her glistening womanhood. Her strokes were soft as she proceeded onto her swollen nub.
“She missed you so much Julien. No matter how much I touch her, she only yearns for you. Please help her find some relief from her building pressure,” she asked huskily in between soft moans.
All thoughts left my mind as I stalked towards her, positioning myself in between her sexy legs. I stood just inches away from plunging into where I wanted to be; so close that I could smell her intoxicating arousal.
Bringing my head down close to her sweet savory mound, I asked, “You sure that you want me Mon amour?”
Breathlessly she cried out, “Y-yes!”
I immediately pounced; taking her nub, and spelling out the full alphabet as she came undone with just the power of my tongue. She cried out loudly, letting her head fall back as she arched her back. She rocked her hips, increasing her pleasure. The shaking of her body alerted me to her near release, so I pulled away.
She grunted her disapproval and tugged at my shoulders to continue. Instead I stood up and brought my hand up before bringing it down again on her beautiful sensitive mound. Hard!
She gasped and cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain before falling back against the desk.
“Do you like to be spanked my love?”
“Yes!”
I spanked her again, causing her to let out a guttural groan.
“Take off your bra my love.”
I swiftly removed the towel, freeing my manhood from its restraints as she stood in front of the desk to do as she was asked. Her ample breasts were barely concealed in the flimsy lacy red bra, her erect nipples poking out and in need of attention.
She reached behind her and undid the clasp. The bra fell limp, revealing her glorious tits and her pebbled nipples as she let the straps slip from her shoulders. She discarded them swiftly, turning away to place them on the leather office chair.
When she turned to face me, I smashed my lips into hers, mingling our tongues. She lifted her arms to my neck as my hands travelled up her sides, caressing and tugging at her as our kiss deepened. I gripped her perky mounds, massaging them in my hands and enjoying the feel of her. Using my thumb, I rolled over her dusty, pink pointed nipples, causing her to squirm and squeak in excitement. The sound of her enjoyment did nothing but make me grow harder against her thigh.
I trailed down from her mouth to the slender column of her neck, nipping her softly with my teeth before continuing to her shoulder. Emily moaned sexily and I proceeded to her delectable breasts, latching my mouth on her nipple while caressing the other. I flicked my tongue over her bud a few times before suckling roughly on it, causing Emily to moan again, while digging her nails into my shoulders. When I bit down a little harder, I was rewarded with a loud cry from Emily. Not wanting to neglect her other breast, I took the other into my mouth, suckling harder than before.
“Oh, Julien… please… I need to feel you,” she begged as I bit down on her nipple, loving the way she gasped and yelped in pleasurable pain.
I released her nipple and lifted her up in the air; my arms holding her firmly against me. She instinctively wrapped her legs around me before I placed her back onto the desk; allowing her nicely rounded bottom to hang off of the desk. I positioned my now throbbing rod at her entrance; slipping just a little into her sweet, milky-dripping opening, before withdrawing and slamming into her, full force!
“J’ai envie de toi desesperement. I want you desperately.”
“Julien!” she cried out as I continued my assault on her tight wet mound, loving the feel of being deep inside her. Each time I slammed into her dripping passage, Emily cried out, tightening her grip on me as she quivered. With each cry, I hammered into her harder and faster; slowing down only when I felt that her release was near.
I wanted this to last. It had to last as long as possible because I knew this could be the last time for us. Soon Emily would know of my mistake with Charlette, and if this would be our last encounter, then I needed it etched on both of our minds.
The slowing of my moments allowed Emily a chance to sit up at the edge of the desk, giving me deeper access to her. When she grabbed my face and kissed me with need, I sped up my movements; my arms supported by the desk on either side of her body, as I sunk deeper and deeper into her. Our eyes were fixated on each other as the pressure built up between us, sweetly taking us to new heights. Looking into her beautiful eyes intensified our connection, causing me to nearly come undone. Unwilling to let it end, I closed my eyes.
Just as her insides began to throb against my shaft, signaling me of her glorious release, I felt her freeze. Confused, I slowed down and opened my eyes to find a single tear had run down her face.
“Mon ange, my angel, what’s wrong?” I asked before turning my head to find the object of Emily’s attention and distress.
EMILY
There I was having sex with Julien when my eyes locked with the most horrific picture of Julien and Charlette, kissing! Five pictures displayed how the couple went from a simple kiss, though he shouldn’t be kissing that whore at all, to practically mounting each other in front of a stretch limo. The TV was muted but it didn’t take much to realize that I was a fool. I had believed them both when they told me that they were not freaking together but obviously that was a lie!
I pushed away from Julien once he turned to see the TMZ coverage of the Gala that he had apparently attended with… her…
“
You make me sick!” I yelled out as I stood to my feet and reached for my clothing, not bothering with the bra and just throwing on my blouse. I adjusted my skirt which was hiked up to my belly.
“Emily, please let me explain. It’s not what you think, I swear,” Julien begged as I buttoned up.
How dare he think that he could sleep with me after being with her just a few hours ago? What kind of man does something so freaking… so freaking disgusting? What he had to say, I didn’t want to hear it. It was then that I remembered that look in his eyes the night we met. The same look I had warned myself about. He was a player! And I was a stupid fool to fall for him.
“You don’t need to say anything Julien. This… all this,” I said while gesturing between us, “is over! It was a mistake. Obviously you are freaking liar; a damn good one at that! You really had me fooled but not anymore.” I continued.
Julien moved swiftly towards me, attempting to stop me from storming off when the last button on my blouse was buttoned. I guess the last time that we were in this situation had taught him something. Too bad it didn’t teach him how to be honest or committed. Although we still hadn’t discussed any exclusivity between us, I thought but pushed it out of my mind. What Julien did was unforgivable!
He held onto my arms with widened and pleading eyes. “Please Emily, don’t leave me again. I… love you!” he stuttered.
His attempt to calm me down had the opposite effect on me as I brought my hand up and across his face, “Love this!” I said before moving around him and slamming the office door. Twice the Frenchman had made a fool of me. The first time was difficult but this time I just couldn’t breathe. This time… I loved him!
Thankful that I had driven to Julien’s this time around, I hopped in and allowed myself a chance to release the breath that I had been holding in. Last time I had Suzie to call on for help, but since she was no longer speaking to me, my little Corolla was a God-send. My temporary escape from the crumbling world around me, protecting me from the pain and hurt surging through me. What surprised me most was that although I felt anger towards Julien for what he did, I also still felt greatly connected to him. A part of me wanted to tell him to stay the freak out of my life and yet, I couldn’t imagine not having him, not wanting him, needing him. How freaking messed up was that?
