She turns to face me. We stare at each other under the moonlight streaming in from the window. I stroke her cheek and smooth her hair back.
“I never thought it could be this good,” she says softly.
“It’s never been this good for me either,” I tell her. She brings out my wild side, and I’m glad it’s the same for her.
“My pussy is sore,” she says.
“Do you want me to lick it better?” I ask her.
“Tempting,” she says. “Maybe later. I’m just enjoying lying like this with you.”
If you’d have told me last month that in a few weeks’ time, I’d be fucking a woman every single night, I’d have laughed in your face. Good things happen when you least expect them. I place my hand on her thigh and caress it, just because I can.
“You’re the sexiest woman I know,” I tell her. I trail my finger down her cleavage. Lazily, I play with her nipples. I love how quickly they harden, becoming even larger.
“I love your tits,” I tell her.
“They love you too,” Mila says. “My nipples are already hard for you.”
They are. I slide down the covers until my mouth is adjacent to her tits. I pop a nipple into my mouth and gently suck it and swirl it around my mouth. I’m insatiable where Mila is concerned. She sighs deeply as I move to the next one.
“That feels so good; I hate to stop you,” Mila groans and then looks down at me. “I really need to say something.”
Her tone is solemn. I reluctantly let go of her tits and come up. She bites her lower lip.
“Hey,” I tell her. “You can tell me anything.”
She smiles. “It’s not the nicest thing to say especially after such wonderful sex, but if I don’t tell you now, my courage will disappear.”
“You’re not leaving, are you?” I say.
She laughs. “Of course not. I wouldn’t do that to Isaac… or his dad.”
“If it’s not that, I can handle anything,” I tell her. “I’m the man whose wife walked out of our marriage and life. I can take any bad news.” Except that my stomach forms knots of dread. I really like Mila, and my days have taken on a new meaning with her in them.
“I told you that the first day that my husband had left me for another woman, right?”
I nod.
“It left my self-esteem shattered and a million other things. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m still finding myself.”
“I understand,” I tell her even if I have no clue where all this is leading.
“What I’m trying to say is this. Can we make this just a physical relationship? With no expectations. Just two adults who love having sex with each other?”
Chapter 11
Mila
The sun is out, and the sky is a gorgeous sea-blue color. I’m the only one on the stands as most parents dropped their kids off and left. The kids look super cute in their small baseball uniforms and caps. But my eyes are drawn to their coach. His shoulders fill out his baseball shirt very well.
My gaze goes to his arms—those arms that held me up as he fucked me with powerful thrusts. If he hadn’t been holding me tight, I’d have flown across the room from the power of his plunges. My panties dampen as memories of last night come over me.
I’ve never done anything like this before. Brad is the kind of guy you fantasize about but you don’t really think you can ever meet someone like him. He’s a selfless lover and always makes sure I’ve climaxed first before thinking of his own pleasure.
I can’t help but compare him to Clay. Being with Brad makes me realize what a selfish asshole I was married to. And not just in the bed department. Clay had to be the one to decide everything from what we’d eat to where we’d go to what I’d fucking wear.
Distance has given me the perspective I lacked when I was back home. It doesn’t even feel like home now, and the thought that I’ll go back at some point puts a damper on my spirits. I’m so glad Jessica talked me into coming. It was true what I told Brad last night. I’d forgotten who I was, what I liked, and what made me happy. Clay did that to me, but worse, I had allowed him to. I know enough psychology to realize that my fucked up past has something to do with it. It makes me needy, but I’m determined to live a different life.
I want to be free to go where I want when I want. As much as I’m enjoying the affair with Brad, I feel in control and powerful to know that I can put an end to it any time. That it’s a choice I’m making to be with him.