FALLING FOR HIM
(Stories of Serendipity #4.5)
By Anne Conley
Published: October 8, 2013
After eighteen years of marriage, Amy has finally found a man to talk to, and it’s not her husband. She’s tried everything she can think of to put the umph back into her marriage, but when she meets Cool_Hand_Luke in a movie chat room, he validates her thoughts and opinions in ways her husband seems incapable of. With the holidays fast approaching, my tries to hold herself together for her family, while simultaneously exploring her new online relationship. Will she meet him in real life? Or will she figure out how to save her own marriage? Find out in this Holiday novella from Serendipity, Texas.
By Anne Conley
Published: October 8, 2013, Anne Conley
Being a mother and housewife had been what Amy always wanted, but with two teenage kids and an absentee husband, the shine had come off. She hadn't envisioned being solely responsible for the family, nor had she thought she would have to make do without any sign of appreciation or acknowledgement. Whatever connection may once have existed between her and her husband, Brian, seems to have disappeared, no matter how hard she tries to find it back............. CONTINUED
She stood before him and dropped her robe, revealing the breasts that had nursed both of their children and hips that had bore them. Her stomach was a little poochie, and everything was stretched, but it was her body, and damned if he was going to make her feel ashamed of it.
He stood, his gaze traveling up her body, from her toes to her face, and he cocked an eyebrow at her.
"What do you want me to do?"
She almost gave up then. But she couldn't. Taking a shaky breath, she said, "I want you to fuck me, Bryan."
In less than two strides, he was on her, pushing her back roughly, until the back of her legs hit the desk.
"You want me to fuck you, Amy?"
The look in his eyes was wild, intense, and scary. It was like he was at a precipice, and she had just told him to jump. She bit her lip, and nodded, unable to tear her gaze away from his face.
Bryan closed his eyes and breathed in a harsh ragged sounding breath. Then, without opening his eyes, he reached for her, grabbing her ass while his mouth suckled her neck. He lifted her on top of the desk and slipped his fingers into the waistband of her panties. With a growl, he ripped them off and shoved her legs open. His mouth was on her breast now, biting and sucking.
Amy didn't know what to do. This was what she'd asked for, but it wasn't like anything she'd ever experienced with Bryan before. It was like he was a different person.
Or she was.
Realization dawned, and Amy tried in vain to push him back.
Instead of stopping, Bryan pushed his cock inside her folds roughly, filling her with a groan. He pumped in and out of her faster and harder than he'd ever done. In spite of herself, Amy started to feel a pressure build inside. A warm ripple that threatened to turn into a crashing wave. Bryan still hadn't opened his eyes, and she just knew that he wasn't fucking her.
He was fucking somebody else.
She was breathless now, almost on the edge. "Bryan."
His voice was harsh. "Scream for me, baby."
"What?" Oh god, she was almost there. Bryan's mouth captured her breast again, and he bit down. Hard.
Amid a terrifying mixture of pain and pleasure, Amy hit the edge and screamed, as the raw release shuddered through her. He kept pumping furiously, harder and harder, until he came and fell on top of Amy.
Never once did he open his eyes.
When she had caught her breath, Amy said, "Who is she?"
Bryan lifted his head and looked at her. "Who?"
"Who were you thinking about just then?"
"What? Nobody." Amy had known Bryan her entire life, and the guilt in his eyes was clear as glass.
He ducked down and reached for his pants to pull them up, before turning to lower himself back in his recliner.
She watched him, skin glowing with the after-effect of sex, his hair in need of a trim. His workouts had been working. Whoever he was trying to impress would be pleased.