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He sucked hard at my clit and I was there.
I came like a freight train, sobbing and laughing. My back bowed and I pushed myself harder onto his mouth, gripping the couch with one hand and his hair with my other. Wave after wave of pleasure until I collapsed limply over him. Laughing softly, he nipped my trembling thigh, then eased me off my face. My body shook with the aftershocks. Tears rolled down my face even as I couldn’t stop laughing.
And then it gently ebbed, leaving me calm and contented. I draped over Seb’s torso, my head on his chest, his lips in my hair, his fingers tracing circles on my spine.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
“Good.” My eyelids were starting to drift lower. “You should be inside me now.” I could feel how hard he was between my legs.
He unzipped, pushed his boxers low enough to get his dick out, and slid inside me. I moaned softly. I felt swollen and stuffed full of him and it was so nice.
I expected him to move hard and fast, but he didn’t move at all. He stayed right where he was on that first thrust.
“Seb.” I wiggled.
“Shh. Not yet.” His lips brushed my forehead. “I don’t want to move yet.”
I dragged a fingernail around his nipple. “All right.”
His deep voice rumbled in my ear. “You’re so wet from my mouth, and you came so hard. Now you’re soaking my cock with all that mess, and it feels so good. God.” He groaned. “I want to live here.”
My belly tightened. I thought my orgasm had wrung me out, but now my pussy clenched eagerly. Apparently, I wasn’t done yet.
Seb gave a low laugh. “Is there something more I can do for you, Mrs. Ford?”
I didn’t miss the slight emphasis on Missus. I hadn’t taken his last name and I wasn’t going to, but I didn’t mind when he reminded me of my marital status. We hadn’t talked about the divorce filing since he’d been served, and I wasn’t going to bring it up now. Later. We could talk about details and logistics later. Right now was for us.
“You could do something for yourself,” I suggested.
“I am doing something for myself. You have no idea how good this feels.”
He still didn’t thrust, just stayed locked inside me, but his hand slipped between us and his thumb found my clit.
“Soak my cock, Lila. Give me another one.”
His thumb swirled and pressed. It didn’t take long before I was moaning and writhing, desperate for him to fuck me, but he held deep and still inside me. I came anyway because I couldn’t help myself. This orgasm wasn’t an explosion. It was gentle and loving and made me want to curl into him and purr.
The sound he made as I pulsed around him. He bit his palm like it was the only thing holding him back from pounding into me.
And then he stopped holding himself back. He wrapped his arms around my back, holding me tightly as he rocked up into me again and again and again until he buried his face in my neck and groaned my name.
We fell asleep like that. At some point, he roused me and carried me to bed, where we promptly fell asleep again. When I woke up the next morning to the sunlight peeking through the curtains, he was gone.
But I wasn’t worried. I knew now.
Seb would always come home again.
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LILA
“Hey, you know what I just realized?” Seb asked in a way that made me think he had actually been stewing on something for quite a while.
“What?” I asked.
“It’s been twenty-eight days since you filed for divorce.”
As the respondent, Seb had thirty days to file a response. If he didn’t respond, the judge could approve it anyway. “Did you respond?” I asked.
