into
her already wetted folds. Sarah reacted as if electrocuted, twisting and
jerking underneath him. With his full length buried deep in her, he stopped,
momentarily savouring the feeling of dominance. She instinctively responded by
arching her back, impaling herself as deeply as possible.
His head was held very close to her face now,
brown eyes staring into blue as she looked back up at him. Resuming his
control, he started to fuck her with long powerful plunges, quickly increasing
his tempo. She met each thrust with push of her own, gasping as each stroke
impacted on her now swollen sex, immersed in the sensations coursing through
her body. Eyes closed, head thrashing from side to side she was entirely
unaware of her own loud yelping encouragement.
Her orgasm started somewhere deep within her
shuddering body, rapidly spreading through an overloaded nervous system until
it exploded into her consciousness. At the same time, she vaguely sensed Jack
stiffen, and then cry out as he squirted great splatters of cum into her
writhing figure. For one fleeting instant their two spirits were joined in
ecstasy, suspended over infinity, before each tumbled back to its separate
reality.
Groggily coming to her senses, Sarah felt
Jack’s deadweight still bearing down on her. He seemed unwilling or unable to
move out from between her legs, head lying on her chest. This quickly became
uncomfortable and it was with some impatience that she eventually shook him out
of his stupor. Moving out from under him, she stood up a little unsteadily,
pulling her ravaged clothing together into something approaching order.
‘M outh tastes like a hippy’s flip flop… and
I could REALLY do with a shower now… ’ Drinking a big glass of water sitting
in the kitchen, she felt curiously at peace with herself. The mad catharsis of
the sex seemed to have largely purged her mind of its worries, leaving her
feeling happier than she had been for months. It was as if a black cloud had
moved on from over her head. ‘ Closure maybe…or something like it…’
“Well… That wasn’t too bad for old folks…” She
hadn’t heard Jack come in and had almost forgotten he was there. “Sorry if I
was a bit rough” he continued.
“No. No that’s all right. I guess I wanted
rough tonight” she replied.
He walked over and stood behind her and started
stroking his hand on her head. “Yeah. I kinda figured that one out for myself.”
He gave a little laugh before continuing “I don’t only do rough you know…I’ll
be a bit more considerate next time. Erm…After all, we’ve got the whole night
to practice…”
She moved his hand away as she replied. “No
Jack. Sorry. There is no next time. That was it.” She was surprised how
unexpectedly definite and confident she felt. “I have the spare room made up
for you already. Anyway, I’m really tired now, I’m off to bed myself.”
Taken aback he tried again “But…But I
thought….”
She didn’t let him finish. “Well….You thought
wrong. I’m sorry. We can sort everything out in the morning, but for
now…Goodnight Jack.”
With that, she stood up abruptly and headed up
the stairs, leaving him open mouthed behind her. Back in her own room, she
briefly eyed the key in the door ‘ he wouldn’t dare would he…? ’ deciding
not to bother locking it. ‘No…I guess he wouldn’t… ’ One quick shower
later and she was snuggled in under the quilt. Her last drifting thoughts were
of a future that seemed a lot brighter than it had done at the start of the
evening. ‘A fresh start for me now…and tomorrow is a brand new day…’
Appropriately enough, she woke to sunlight and
a bright breezy day. Downstairs, Jack was a little awkward at first but she
wasn’t in the mood for any unpleasantness. She kept her tone cheerful but very
business like, equally dividing the work needed to finalise the divorce. They
agreed to keep the same solicitor,