The Divorcee's Redemption

13: Repel

"The good champagne and private planes
But they don't mean anything
'Cause the truth is out, I realise
That without you here, life is just a lie"

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I had my hand tucked under my head while Chelsea was lying utterly still over my chest. She was exhausted, worn out, sleepy, I didn't know what. She was too tired to even move an inch and hence, I was still buried inside her while my other hand ran through her hair.

"Will you walk in the morning?"

"Won't you be happy if I can't?" She fired back.

"Well, you won't" I assured her.

Chelsea struggled to pull herself back up and moaned as she did. She was completely sitting down on my cock and I watched her.

"My headache is killing me..." She groaned and tried to get up but I held her firmly by the waist.

"We aren't done yet"

I sat up and pushed her back on the bed. She whimpered at the slightest movement.

Grinding slowly at first, I slid out and slid back in with ease, she had already adapted so well in a few hours. Every thrust made her moan and I had my face directly above her breasts, watching them bounce was extremely satisfying.

"Leo! Ah, fuck!" She moaned louder when I picked up my pace.

The chain around my neck was a nuisance as it kept dangling about. I brought it to my mouth and kept the ring between my teeth.

"Fuck, that's hot! Stop doing that! Ah!" She groaned, throwing her head back.

A lot more thrusts later, I came inside her again and rolled to the side. I was already missing the warmth of her core.

***

I felt something, or someone, wiggle next to me.

"What are you doing...?" I cracked my eyes open to find Chelsea trying to escape from under my arm.

"Why did you let me drink so much! let me go!" She didn't let us spoon anymore.

Chelsea sat up while covering her naked body with the sheets.

"Fuck!" She groaned, "Leo what the hell are we doing? How could you do this?! I was drunk for fucks sake! We are divorced. Divorced! What is wrong with you..." She scowled at me.

I leaned up and gently held her chin with my fingers to take a good look at her neck.

"What are you trying to do?" She frowned.

I pulled the sheets away and stared at her body, thighs, everywhere.

"Haven't you had enough scrutinizing me?" She asked, her words tired and pained.

"I'm making sure that I didn't bruise you much. It's just a couple of hickeys and you're alright. How's your headache?" I caressed her cheek and she had a hard time looking away from me. Chelsea looked conflicted.

"You should leave" She suddenly got up and wrapped herself in a robe.

Fiddling the drawers for something, she finally took out a tablet and swallowed it with some water.

"Can you put on a shirt for Christ's sake!" She yelled. I never thought my physique would still be a turn-on for her.

That's when I glanced at my watch, it was half past six. "I have a meeting in two hours and I need to be home before Lucy wakes up" I sighed. The chain around my neck dangled as I pulled on my boxers and pants.