Hell Of A Marriage {18+}

Chapter thirty two - The lover, the sinner and sex

THIRD POV

She walks over to him, but instead of handing Keenan the divorce papers in the file, she drops them before him. Keenan’s eyes drop to the floor where the file now lies, and he drops his hand to pick it up when Vary steps on it, causing him to look up at her in confusion. He does not understand the look on her face, nor can he tell what is on her mind that’s making her act this way, but he knows that something is up. Vary’s hand slowly runs through his hair and before he can say or do anything, her hand leaves his hair and she slowly trails it down to his face and down his neck.

Shivers run down his spine as he hasn’t had this much attention on his body for a while. It’s been more than a week since he was last with a woman and the last woman he was with was her.

He fights to regain a little of his control. “What are you doing?” He asks, his voice weakening along with his senses.

“What does it look like?” She asks, arching a brow at him.

She runs a faint trail from his ear to his neck and a moan escapes his mouth. He can't stop himself from physically reacting to the touch of her fingertip. And his hands are about to go around her waist when she speaks up.

“I said I’ll do whatever it is you want, and that’s what I’m doing, so don’t touch me.” She orders and he lets his hands immediately fall back down to the bed. Her hands grip his shirt in dominance and she pulls at it.

Keenan shrugs it off, and she descends on his upper body, kissing and sucking on the skin of his shoulder and chest. She inhales his masculine smell and craving for more. Her tongue comes out to lap at his nipple while her hands grip hard on his toned stomach. He moans, unable to hide the fact that he is excited and turned on by this little- big thing she’s doing. Touching his body so possessively, kissing and sucking him, is great for turning him on without even touching his cock, and his eyes flutter briefly.

Figuring out that she’s doing a good job from the deep moans escaping his mouth, she drops to her knees and unbuttons his jean. She pushes it off, and he’s left in only his shorts. She leaves small kisses on his stomach, then down slowly to his waist. Her hands pull down his shorts and when it’s down, she stares down at his already long, semi-hard and thick erection, pointing up and almost touching her face. She wraps her hands around it and pumps him. After a little while of running her hand up and down his hard member, she lowers her head down on him.

His body reacts quickly from sensitivity and he pants, shutting his eyes as he feels the heat of Vary’s mouth descend on him.

“Oh, fuck!” Keenan exclaims when her lip touches the tip of his cock. The warmth of her mouth engulfs his senses and before he can control it; his hand goes to the back of her head and he tugs hard on her hair.

She pulls off from him, making him whimper sadly from loss, “I said, do not touch me.” She warns again.

“Okay. Fuck, okay.” He nods, panting breathlessly. “You’re so fucking good.” he removes his hand from her hair and holds onto the sheets instead.

She licks the head of his shaft up twice before going completely down on him. Though she can’t take all of him in, what she’s doing makes him growl aloud. He grips the bedsheets with all his might as he already knows she wouldn’t let him touch her for an unknown reason. He realises at that moment how good she is, better than the last time she gave him a blowjob. This makes him wonder how she did it. Did she read about it, watch it or perform it on another man?

He knows it’s preposterous, but he can’t help wondering if the reason she doesn’t want him touching her even when she knows he’s incredibly eager to, is because there may be someone; someone she might have had, or perhaps still have an intimate affair with, someone that isn’t him.