Not For Sharing (Romance with Sizzle) (6 page)

A cautious
smile crept on to Ethan’s lips so I knew he’d picked up on my tongue-tied
gaffe. “Did you mean to say that I take Lou to the gym?” I knew he was trying
to lighten the grim mood but his flippancy was met with an icy glare.

“So, what
will be your next excuse Ethe?” I was being very animated at this stage, with
arms flying everywhere and sarcasm on stand-by. “Maybe you could help the postman
deliver his fucking mail? Or will you be too busy testing out bed-springs with
some strippers?!”

I saw Ethan
try unsuccessfully to repress a snigger, bemused by my nonsensical chatter. 
This just upset me further. If I wasn’t so familiar with his easy-going nature,
it could appear as if he was intent on riling me.

“Why is
everything always a big joke to you?” I snapped back.

Ethan’s complacent mood switched
to irritability. “Well right now, I’d say this joke isn’t at all funny. So come
on Pru, what the fuck is the punch-line?”

“I’m just not
in denial anymore Ethe, I’ve been too stupid to realise that you’re back to your
philandering ways. Is your dick due for release after eleven years good
behaviour?”

Ethan looked
shocked at my coarse phrasing. To be honest, I was quite surprised myself at
how easily the profanities tumbled from my lips but I was confident that I had
used them in the appropriate context. Although, quite frankly, I didn’t give a damn
whether I’d been appropriate or not, I was feeling quite rebellious, or
perhaps, just deeply wounded.

“Surely you
don’t really believe that,” he exclaimed. His voice revealed indignation.

“How dare
you look hurt. It’s not you that’s been ignored for months!” I paused, waiting
for his reaction but the silence was deafening.

The only
thing to fill the air was the savoury aroma of grilling bacon. How unfortunate
that with my stomach feeling like it was on spin cycle, I had lost my appetite
for any food. Suzy would be very disappointed; her culinary skills would be
wasted on me.

Ethan scrubbed
his hands up and down his face, and then grunted in exasperation. He seemed
desperate to talk but uncertain what to say.

“My God
Ethe, am I not even worth a heated row anymore? Well don’t bother; they say
silence is worth a thousand words!”

I heard the
hoot of the taxi and I felt grateful for an excuse to escape this dreadful mess.
I grabbed my hand-bag and rushed to the door, my fingers stumbling to open the
lock. I squeezed my eyes shut to clear my watery vision and with Ethan in
pursuit, I finally managed to fling open the door and marched to the waiting
taxi.

“And I hope you
burn your bacon!” I shouted senselessly as I slammed the door shut.

As I drove
away I glanced back to see Ethan on the door-step, yelling for me to return. He
looked pretty incensed by now. How could I have not seen it before? The day’s
events had just confirmed my biggest fear; he was having an affair, he hadn’t even
denied it outright. It was all there, his lethargic moods, his noticeable absences
from home and most telling of all, his sporadic snubs of affection. Then it
suddenly dawned on me, the surprise gifts, of course, a classic token of his
guilty feelings! Yes, signs so standard that they could have been extracted straight
from an agony aunt page.

My thoughts
were consumed with anger while an agony besieged my heart. I sat staring out the
window; the pools in my eyes were forcing themselves down my cheeks as my world
crumbled around me. With all the smiles that Ethan had bought me, I never
thought he would cause me so many tears. The taxi driver very kindly asked if I
was ok and I bit my lip, forced a smile and nodded my head strenuously. I pondered
over asking the taxi-driver to just carry on driving, to take me as far away as
possible, preferably near a cliff-top.

I felt
pathetic for being so fragile. If anything, this episode would just make me
stronger. I knew my heart would take some convincing to believe it, but I had
never fallen at the first hurdle before.

My new
composure floundered as I reached Suzy’s house and hear my mobile-phone ringing
incessantly with Ethan’s calls. I switched it off in defiance and as Suzy
opened the door I began to sob and collapsed into her arms.

My friends
knew that I had been tee-total for many years and so, later that evening, they
tried to limit my cocktail intake to an absolute minimum. I mistook their concern
for party-pooping and began to find fun and solace in my escalating drunkenness.
Why had I deprived myself of this amazing buzz for so long? Little did I know
that by the morning, I would ironically answer my own question.

So, that is how
I ended up in this appalling situation, in bed with a stranger.

I feel him growing bigger and
pressing into my lower back.

No, this
can’t be happening.

My new best friend,
Ms Rebel, assures me that due to Ethan’s dubious behaviour, I would be fully exonerated
for any misconduct. My conscience on the other hand, condemns my weakness.

He sweeps
over the margin of my hips and waist and reaches the cheeks of my behind. He
strokes them, grasping at my flesh. I feel my skin rising in goose-bumps,
tingling with a cold shiver.

His hands
slide around to my stomach and circle my belly-button. When his fingers brush
down to my panties, gently running under the rim, I agonise over whether I
should allow him access to an area that had, until now, been exclusive to
Ethan. I shift my position slightly, sliding my legs over one another in
arousal, and an indistinct murmur leaves my lips. It’s enough to alert him that
I am semi-awake.

Maybe I’m
having a brief encounter rather than a sordid one night stand? Yes, that sounds
much more poetic.
Or maybe I’m back to defending my shameful behaviour
again.

His hand slips
down the front of my panties and dips inside them, his hot breath wafting down
my neck in short bursts. He glides his fingers over my mound and between my
thighs, their clamminess affirming my arousal, whetting his appetite further.

He tugs down
at my underwear, my only protection, eager to continue his intrusion. I
re-position myself to make his job easier. My co-operation disturbs and thrills
me at the same time as his touch begins to feel more and more like erotic agony.
He yanks them off sharply at my ankles, discarding them to the floor. I begin
to palpitate; the muggy air is stifling me. It’s difficult to say whether I’m
having a panic attack or just feeling a surge of delirium. I find that despite my
distress I still long for his embrace, I long to feel womanly again, to feel
desired. What I find more frightening is that in reality, I want him to corrupt
me.

As soon as
my panties touch the floor, he is descending under the sheets. I can’t remember
the last time I had received oral but it had been long enough for me to realise
how much I missed it. He begins to softly pat his lips against my stomach,
trailing down the centre of my belly-button. He traces his tongue around my
pubic bone, clothing it in sweet moisture, each lick singeing my skin and I
moan with a randy affliction.

His velvety kisses encircle my
pelvis, and he tentatively draws apart my legs. He slides his arms underneath
them and stretches up to grip my hips. His mouth reaches down to my inner thighs,
lingering on their damp flesh and then nuzzling his head in tight between them,
inhaling deeply. His slight stubble grazes lightly against my skin; each
prickle kindles the fire blazing though my body.

I’m about
to spontaneously combust.

My recent
Hollywood wax has stripped my mound to reveal a silky smoothness and as he
explores my pounding groin, his hums of contentment announce his appreciation
at my intimate grooming. He laps the dripping wetness around my lips, and then with
a slow gentle pressure he teases me with his tongue, suckling me into his
hungry mouth. My back arcs involuntarily and my hands grasp fiercely at the
sheets beneath me, gathering them up in my fists. My enjoyment continues longer
than I have experienced before.

‘Oh my
Lord,’
I scream in my head
, ‘this man must be breathing through his
ears! How long can he stay down there?’

My hips
begin to flex as I hanker for more and more of this heavenly sensation. I’m
feeling on the brink but preferring to prolong my body’s craving for satiation,
(self-discipline learnt from Ethan) I tug at my lover’s cropped hair,
signalling for him to rise up.

Instead, he
moves further down the bed pulling harshly at my legs. I disappear under the
sheets. I feel claustrophobic and a little anxious. W
hat the hell is he
doing?
He drags me down until my legs are hanging over the edge of the bed.
Suddenly, he flips me forcibly onto my stomach and then throws the sheets to
the side. He pushes his hands between the middle of my thighs to spread my legs
wide open and my heart jumps in excitable panic. It feels like I’m about to be
frisked, arrested for my duplicitous behaviour.

He
manoeuvres himself gingerly as if he is gauging my submission, and then he rests
forward to divert my attention, nuzzling into my nape and smothering me with
kisses. I have no wish to challenge his intentions, and with clear signs of my
consent, he grabs me firmly at the hips and eases into me with a tantalising
expectancy.
Oh my, he is blessed, well-blessed
and I give silent thanks
for his generosity.

He stays
inside me, motionless, smoothing his hands over my behind, taunting me. I wait
patiently, aching for his foray. Soon enough, his hands clasp tightly onto my
hips again, and his voracious erection lunges in deep, making me squeal out in
surprise. Then he reverts back to tease mode, sinking into me slowly. I am
hooked on the sensation, the rhythmic rebounding of fullness as he ambushes me
from behind, over and over again. His provocative swing continues, stirring me
up into full flow.

This is
so, so
wrong
. My darling, unsuspecting Ethan, unaware of my errant side.
Even I am unfamiliar with it! Has the ‘smoke and mirrors’ brought out the
floozy in me?

I can feel
his bounteous pulsation sliding deep within me when he breathes gently into my
ear and around my neck, sending torturous tingles down my side. He lets out a
rasping groan of immense pleasure as he tugs forcefully at my hips to charge
through my body. I feel gluttonous; I want more and more of him inside me even
though I’m not physically able to accommodate any more of his ample length.

I find
myself drowning in the organic touch of his invasive hands, the woody smell of
his aftershave and the sensual sound of his raw breaths that reveal his hunger
for thrills. Perhaps my other senses have been magically amplified with my lack
of sight. He sustains his momentum, denying me of gratification but feeding my
kicks and he is relentless in his intrusion.

When necessity
takes control he grabs my long hair at the nape and grips it in his fist, using
it as a rein. Then he locks his left hand onto my hip to anchor himself as
plunges into me with mounting speed, his manic thrusts jerking me back and
forth. My fingers are clawing at the sheets as if I’m trying to escape.
However
,
this is
the furthest thing from my mind.
I bask in the sound of his
groin pounding against my ass, each thrust escalating his longing for relief. There
is something about his rhythm that I find extremely erotic.
Oh Jeez, how I’ve
missed this.

His hands release
their grip and edge up towards my breasts jiggling up and down like two playful
puppies. He cradles them, trying to restrain their bounce, and then he squeezes
my nipples firmly between his fingers as I wallow in my pain.

Within
seconds, my pain is overshadowed by the advent of rapture. My forearms shift
back and forth rapidly on the soft sheets as he throbs inside me with a
frenzied intensity. The head-board slams against the wall like a freight train,
echoing his tempo.
I hope the neighbours are heavy sleepers, thank goodness
I won’t be seeing them over breakfast.

I feel like
‘Sleeping Beauty’; one kiss from my Prince has awakened my slumbering sensuality,
refreshing my spirit. Although I have to say that being humped from behind
makes me more of a Jezebel than a vestal Princess.

Then his
head reaches forward to my face and without warning he sinks into my neck,
sucking passionately as if releasing a pent-up tension.
Crap! He’s going to
leave a stamp of my sins for the world to see.

The magnitude
of my predicament hits me like a thunder-bolt. I want to run back into Ethan’s
arms,
I love him, I miss my beautiful boy
. I need to bring an immediate
end to this sleazy liaison. However, whereas my conscience had always been so
heedful of me, I’m concerned that Ms Rebel is exploiting her overnight release privileges.
She’s going on tag in future.

My whimpers
of ecstasy begin to get louder and my eyes roll back. As the ripples of bliss
electrify my body, I succumb to sublime relief. My body shudders as ripples
re-form into waves crashing down to my toes. The sweat oozes from our pores as we
both pant uncontrollably, and the intoxicating aroma of Italian cologne fills
the room, evaporating with the heat from our bodies.

He gathers
me up tightly at my waist, his hips juddering as he joins me in relief. He
pushes forward hard, aching to get deeper, and I feel him for one last time, in
his wondrous, throbbing entirety, just before the all-consuming mania begins to
subside.

Eventually,
when the energy has been zapped from every cell in his body, the stranger collapses
in a heap beside me, with one final exhalation of satisfaction. Bird-song
begins to filter through the open window, almost like a symbolic finale of our
climax. My enigmatic lover leans over to give me a sensual yet affectionate
kiss on my cheek and I become intrigued.