The Masseuse. Marianne Brun
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Название: The Masseuse

Автор: Marianne Brun

Издательство: Ingram

Жанр: Короткие любовные романы

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isbn: 9781616501754

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СКАЧАТЬ her hand slowed and her grip eased, he turned quickly and dropped his hand to her wet pussy. He pulled her body roughly toward him before he buried his fingers inside her. She arched and he pushed, bending his legs for the force she enjoyed so much. She grasped his back, her nipples hard against his chest.

      Colin heard his fingers move inside her and had to force himself to prolong the lovely shuddering of his erection. She was so wet. He wanted her moistness on his cock so he could become lost within her, but he had learned to wait until the two of them had reached the breaking point.

      Her moan was filled with need. Melanie’s warm breath fell on his neck and added to his heat. She pulled him to her as if she could disappear within him rather than the other way round. He could feel her hand on his side, pinching his skin, hungry for his erection as it rubbed against her leg. He couldn’t wait much longer.

      With a hand around her back, Colin moved deep inside her. She moaned and bit his shoulder, her velvety tongue taking away from the sharp edges of her teeth as he lifted her and her leg wrapped around his waist. When he moved toward the wall, he could feel her soft pink opening and the gorgeous excitement wetting her pubes.

      With her back against the wall, he pulled his hand out and smelled her on his fingertips before he entered her. He lunged, reaching as far as he could. He knew Melanie liked it hard, that she loved to be left with bruises to remember their lovemaking when she was alone.

      “Harder,” she whispered. “Fuck me harder.”

      Colin put his two hands on her buttocks and she wrapped her other leg around him. Then he moved to the chest of drawers by the door, her warm body against his. With a sweep of his hand, he knocked clothes and a wallet from its surface. He noticed when he placed her on top, there was a space between it and the wall and couldn’t help think it was so she could lie flat, at waist level, as she did now. She stretched her arms out so her palms lay flat on the wall and she pushed against him.

      With a hand on either side of her, he was able to move her up and down his length. He moaned, feeling the pleasure moving through him while she clenched her muscles and licked her red lips, making him want her more.

      His back arched and he threw his head back as he reached the far depths of her. His hips moved faster with each thrust and his body grew hungry to feel her collapse around him.

      She shuddered, and her head twisted with her moans. “Yes, yes!”

      Colin loved her exhilaration. The complete lack of self-consciousness allowed her to yell with her orgasm and bring it to crescendo point. His body trembled, and he clutched her tighter and lifted her waist so he could get lost in her as he came. He jerked with the hot release, his buttocks tightening with pleasure.

      She was warm and soft on his cock as it grew limp. He couldn’t bear the thought of leaving her yet. He lay on top her and felt the warm sweat between her breasts and her quick breaths. She stroked his head and giggled. He smiled, lost in the sweet scent of their sex until their breathing grew even. Then he stood and looked at her smiling, red-cheeked face. “You are gorgeous.” He shook his head as his gaze took in her long legs, the sprinkling of pubic hair and her pot-bellied stomach. He helped her sit up and kissed her lips.

      “But you have to go.” She was dismissive.

      “Kate’s waiting.”

      “Why are you still with her?”

      “I can’t desert her after what happened.” He knew that wasn’t true.

      “Not yet.” Melanie’s voice was hard.

      Colin smiled. “Of course, that’s what I meant.” He touched her cheek. “I’ll be able to leave her soon, I promise.” He started to get dressed.

      “What time will you be here tomorrow?” She stood behind him now.

      Her naked gleaming body was only inches away from him. He breathed in her scent before sitting on the bed and looking for his shoes. “As early as I can.” He wanted to touch her but didn’t. He would leave with desire stirring so the hours until their next meeting would be filled with tantalizing promise.

      “Good.” She smiled before walking into the bathroom and teasing him with the wiggle of her ass. With the sound of the shower, he walked out of her bedroom.

      * * * *

      Colin hadn’t meant to treat his wife badly. If he’d moved his hands down her body while she held onto him in bed during those first days after her attack, it would be different now.

      When he married Kate, she was determined and strong and they had never expected her to need support and help. Colin wasn’t equipped or willing to change within their relationship. She lay helpless and in tears beside him, but he couldn’t hold this new version of Kate and he would never forgive her for changing their roles so completely. He kept back his caresses, bringing a distance between them with a lack of touch, and once he had started keeping her down, he found he could not stop.

      Two years later, he still liked the way she looked at him as if seeking his approval. Sometimes he regretted the way he acted toward her, but only in the morning, when he watched her sleeping peacefully and warmth welled up inside him. But by the time he returned in the evening, his body tired from work and spent from Melanie’s touches four days a week, he believed their unbridgeable distance was what they’d always moved toward and nothing could have changed it.

      He had been as patient as he could, especially after what happened. Kate met that man in a basement of a derelict house, away from protection. She had gone there without thinking how this simple act would change their lives.

      When he met Kate, he was blown away by her independence. During their first months together, she told him he would never have to take care of her. She had few friends, one girl named Stephanie, whose friendship had been on and off since kindergarten, and an older woman, Ina, who helped raise her since she was four. But because of her mother’s desertion, Kate swore she would survive on her own. She told him years ago, as she roamed his bare chest with her fingers, “I don’t need anyone.”

      Her eyes had blazed with certainty, so he could only nod and ask, “What do you want from me then?”

      “What you can give, Colin McKenzie.” Kate’s smile had skirted the edges of conversation. “Fun.”

      Colin had laughed, even with the shallowness in her words and how they belittled him to a mere playmate. He could see she was right. He was not the kind of man who would give otherwise.

      * * * *

      Kate walked around the house she and Colin shared. In the silence of the large rooms, she was sure she had heard a woman’s laughter on the phone. Her stomach was in knots, her hands twisted in front of her. She had tried Colin’s office immediately after he hung up and was told he’d already left.

      A part of her wondered why she was surprised. She had stopped asking questions about his whereabouts a long time ago. The days after she had been raped, she would await Colin’s arrival on the couch with her legs tucked to her chest and her arms wrapped around them. His entry would bring a smile to her face, which was always slightly forced. “How was your day?” she’d ask.

      For the first weeks, he’d sit beside her while loosening his tie. “Okay. Busy. What did you do?”

      She’d shrug, talk about this and that, mostly what was happening on the СКАЧАТЬ