Savage Affair : Book 2 Of The Affair.

Rozelle

Chapter 5.
[Time has backtracked to a month earlier.]

She straddled Sean, who's eyes were squeezed tightly shut and tension lines deepened around his
clenched lips as he struggled to hold back his orgasm until Rozelle had reached hers.

Her tawny, full figured body gleamed with sweat and the slender muscles of her thighs flexed as Rozelle slowly raised and lowered herself on Sean's lap.

In this moment, exquisite control was maximized.

Her body was simultaneously a work of art as well as a sexual pleasure box which had been honed by several years of practice.

Using her tight Kegel muscles, Rozelle firmly gripped Sean during each up thrust of her hips,  and relaxed as her bottom slammed against his rigid thighs.

Sean threw back his head in pleasure, tendons straining in his
neck as his hands softly kneaded Rozelle's breasts, pressing them together so that he could suckle the tender nipples.

The hot, pulling sensation of his mouth caused a full throated moan to escape Rozelle's mouth.

Bracing her hands against the wall she rolled her hips sharply,
and Sean lost all control and began to thrust wildly until with a primal yell ....it was over.

They showered together afterwards and later Rozelle broiled steaks and made a Greek salad which they enjoyed

with a frosted Toohey's light, for him and a bottle of lime flavored sparkling water for her.

"The steaks were perfect." Sean said pushing his demolished plate back and sighing in contentment.

"Thanks and since you enjoyed dinner so much, would you mind doing the dishes?"

"I thought you had a dishwasher?" Sean asked looking around the kitchen and spotting it nestled beneath the sink.

"I meant could you load the dishes." Rozelle corrected.

Sean got up from the table and carried their used dinnerware to the sink where he scraped the leftovers into the garbage disposal before loading them inside the Whirlpool dishwasher.

"I'd like to say for the record that doing dishes is not my thing." He said.

"What about taking out the garbage and washing the car?" Rozelle teased.

"We'll hire someone to do all of that."

"Seriously?" Rozelle asked.

"I'm joking." He chuckled, amused by the look on her face. "So, what're our plans for tonight?"

"The guys wanted to go dirt biking at Grangers. But I'd rather  snuggle up with you right here at home instead."

"I think I like your idea better." Sean said.

Chapter 6.
4 p.m the next day.

The house phone rang around noon.

"I'll get it." Sean said.

Rozelle was in the laundry room at the back of the house and hadn't heard him over the thumping sounds of the Maytag clothes dryer.

Sean was smiling when he returned to the laundry room  which smelled strongly of fabric softener and bleach.

Rozelle had just finished stuffing another load of dirty clothes inside of the washer, and now she

wrestled an armful of dry towels from the Maytag and dumped them on the table.

"Who was that on the phone?" She asked.

"Theo." He said, going over to the table to help her fold the towels which were still warm from the dryer.