She lay on her back on the soft silk duvet, propped herself up, resting her weight on her elbows, and he smiled at her. The smile was mischievous and meaningful, and his eyes fell perfectly on every inch of her body. His eyes were burning at her, and she blushed, embarrassed and lustful. When his eyes fell on the brown hair at the tips of her thighs, she swallowed, the cry pulled away from her, and he slid down, pulling her legs away,
His arms rested on her pelvis to stop her from moving. "No...no, Alfonzo," she gasped, even though his mouth dropped to her heat, and as her head flew back, a long rattling sigh left her, her body. He fell heavily on the bed again. His mouth had made up his mind, sliding down her, licking and sucking her precisely, and Jaya felt the little sobs on her lips, her hands grabbing his head, hugging him, encouraging him.
She was completely absorbed in the feeling of him inside her, which was so foreign to her, completely unable to control the cry, begging him not to stop; aware of the strange tingling that filled her, the tingling that seemed to be in her. The abdomen grows and unfolds. She let out a groan of disappointment as he backed away, her eyes fluttering open in search, her longing growl torn as he stood pushing his trousers away, her eyes hungry staring at his body, widened at his size.
Alfonzo slid back on the bed, his mouth looking for hers again, the kiss was demanding as she tasted herself on his tongue, as her hands grabbed his shoulders and fingers scraped his back. When rubbing, this sensation made her sigh softly.
"Tell me, you're on the drug, Jaya," his voice was tense and breathless, and Jaya could only nod at him, and he lifted his body past her, his relieved throat growl making her trembling body quiver, then he entered her with a long affirmative thrust, completely wrapping himself in her tiny body.
Jaya dived under him, her body hugging him so tightly, her muscles pressed against him, Alonzo let out a moan, and he began to slowly penetrate her, Jaya's double legs wrapped around his hips, and she stood up with him, clinging to him into his arms. She felt his breathing change, rougher, faster, deeper as he began to charge at her, her body welcoming him as he called out his name.
Her feet slipped from his legs, she whimpered softly as she embraced everything about this man, blackmailing him with no interest as the two ran together toward some unknown end, Jaya and He walked all the way, his mouth taking over hers again, choking off all sound as she shared his breath.
Jaya felt the waves churning and gasped in shock, unknowingly pulling it out of his mouth, her head thrown back, and she shouted, "What's that!" and then her body exploded into a thousand tiny pleasures, each burning with fiery ecstasy all over her.
She lunged at Alfonzo, panting, unaware of his growl of relief as his thrusting speed went wild, his breaths getting heavier and heavier, and he took one last gasp too, thrusting himself. Completely wrapped in her body, every bit of him is as powerful as hers. His cries joined hers until silence fell again, only to be broken by the two breathing in the air, and Alfonzo landed heavily on Jaya.
She stared at the ceiling, her eyes wide open in disbelief. Now she knows, and now she finally understands what her friends are talking about. She resisted the urge to wrap her arms around him and kiss his cheek. To him, it was revenge, a means of making her pay for the past.
It means nothing to him. Jaya was afraid to show the intensity of her experience. Biting her lip, she remained silent, still under him, until he finally broke free from her and rolled over against his back, his breathing still choppy, an arm resting on his head.
Alfonzo spoke first, turning to look at her. "What's that?" he repeated softly, his voice full of disbelief, and Jaya moaned, wishing she could hold back the words, knowing she couldn't hold back anything at the last moment of release.
He watched her biting her lip, unwilling to meet his eyes, staring at the ceiling. "Are you telling me you've never had an orgasm before?" Even in the dark, he could see her flushing. "I...I'd rather not..." she began, and Alfonzo interrupted her firmly. "Remember we had an agreement. You'll answer all my questions honestly."
With a light snort, she shook her head slightly, "No", slipping from the corner of her lips, and he looked back at her in astonishment. "You've been married for six months... didn't you tell me once?"
Shaking her head harder, she cleared her throat nervously. "Technically, we were only together for a month... We separated five months before our divorce... During the month we were together, one week was spent at my father's funeral to help my father ...so we didn't..." Her voice trailed off.
She heard him lying on his side, resting his head on his palm, looking down at her, her eyes swept to him, and his eyes narrowed when he saw him frown. "So you divorced him because he was a bad lover?" Moaning loudly, she tried to move to the bedside, she was about to leave, and his arm flashed past him, pressing her under him, his hand holding her back Her head was tilted to him, and he could look at her face.
"Please Alfonzo...I don't want to talk about my failed marriage," her voice was pleading, and he shook his head. "No...unless it's a secret you want to keep...then tell me." He saw her eyes closed softly in failure before she could speak.
"Norman and I were friends...I was flattered when he started trying to date me...but not interested. My dad had just been diagnosed with mom and he knew she didn't have much time. She begged me to marry Norman. After a pause, she seemed to perk up. "I've been in college for four years, and I didn't help the company when my dad needed it...well, I owe him. He called to help, and I finally agreed. Norman was ecstatic - told me he was okay knowing I didn't love him...he knew I was going to love him more and more...so we got married." She became more and more silent, hoping that he would leave, but his soft voice shattered that hope.
"It's all good, not exactly romantic Jaya...but still no answer to why you're divorced." He saw her tongue swimming nervously along her mouth, surprised at pulling him from this simple desire the way he groined so fast after the earth-shattering action he had just experienced.
"We've been married for three weeks, and shortly after I got back from my mom's house, he asked me to accompany him to a dinner he was invited to at the last minute. I've been engaged before, but I turned it down...and then...he lashed out. ...he grabbed me and threw me against the wall."
His rapid breathing made something shrink in her heart, and she continued: "He was suddenly apologetic. Telling me he loved me so much that it broke his heart that I didn't feel the same... He made me think it was somehow my fault." She knew it wasn't against her.
"I forgive him." She smiled humorlessly, her expression turning contemptuous of herself. "I never understood why a woman would allow herself to be in an abusive relationship...but I forgave him there." She fell silent as the memories flooded into her mind, his soft voice prompting her to continue, go down.
"What happened then?" Swallowing again, she trembled slightly. "A few weeks later, I accidentally dropped one of his expensive wines while I'm cleaning, and broke it. He was pissed. I promised to buy to change it, but he was like an animal. He hit me and I...heavy, I fell on the table, knocking myself out...this time, "she heard the hiss of inhaling air.
"When I woke up my head was bleeding and Norman was in a state of panic. I think he thought he killed me. He told me over and over that he was sorry...he didn't mean to. I need a doctor, But he wouldn't let me answer the phone. He just kept telling me I must have tripped, he was just worried that someone knew what he was doing, and only agreed to call an ambulance when I promised not to tell anyone what happened.
She took another long breath and said, "I never went back after being discharged from the hospital. I told him I wanted a divorce and moved in with my cousin Vana. He tried to get me back, but when it became clear I didn't. When I would come back, he told me that if I told anyone what happened, he would drag me to court and would delay the divorce for as long as possible.
I didn't care at first - I was going to take him all the way, but life has a way of changing priorities. Alfonzo shook her head when she heard the sadness in her voice. "So I agreed, and we quietly divorced without fault." She could feel the distrust of the men around her.
"Why the fuck did you make what he did so creepy...you know the rumors he spread about you? He accused you of having an affair and kept him from continuing the marriage," his eyes narrowed even more.
Nodding lightly, she turned to look at him, the sadness still so obvious. "I know what he's talking about, Alfonzo...but like I said, sometimes life has a way of changing your priorities. I don't care what he says...I don't care what they say. But the last thing I need. The thing is to show publicly that my marriage is broken. I want to go out as quietly as possible."
Alfonzo look at her with so much sympathy. His heart feels weird!